From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 107 You're Not Happy Even When You Actually Come
Of course, everything in the dream was copied exactly from here; everything was exactly the same.

Having entered dreams so many times, Bai Yang can now be considered a dream master, capable of perfectly replicating everything before his eyes, and even allowing people to switch between reality and illusion.

If he wanted, he could create a world that blends reality and illusion, turning it into a nightmare for some people.

But that doesn't fit his plan, so Bai Yang won't do that. Establishing a brand new wish-power production base in Miami is more in line with his ideas.

Coincidentally, Father Angus is about to carry out his 're-establishment of papal order' plan. Perhaps by the time he arrives in Miami, the demonic system here will have been established?

Thinking about this, Bai Yang was a little excited!

And so, the dream begins!

……

José Carmen is a Hispanic white man and a native of the magical land of Florida.

This area was originally a Spanish colony and had many commercial dealings with South American countries, so it's not surprising that someone like José was born here.

Unfortunately, this is not the colonial era, but a chaotic one. As a world-renowned tourist city and port, Miami has the most millionaires in the United States, but also the highest wealth gap in the country!

Sometimes, it's not that José doesn't want to live a good life, but that this damn city simply doesn't allow him to live a good life.

To survive, they have to resort to robbery, deception, and exploitation of those even lower than themselves, just to barely live like human beings.

Under the influence of this spirit, Jose became a true "Florida" man, someone who would do anything as long as it made money!

And now, he has a premonition that he is about to succeed!

He had never been so successful. So many people believed him, so many people believed his "world-ending atonement coin" theory. He got the money, gained fame, and now all he had to do was figure out how to get out of there...

As José stood before the crowd, these thoughts swirled in his mind. He looked at the crowd again, wanting to hear their cheers and their frenzied shouts.

But when he opened his eyes and looked at the people in front of him, a very obvious look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Because there was no sound in his ears, no cheers in front of him, and the surrounding environment remained unchanged, it was as if the world had been put on hold!
Everything around him seemed to have stopped; everyone's actions were paused, some people's movements were frozen, all ambient sounds disappeared, leaving only the sound of his own heartbeat.

Jose rushed out of the room, only to see a world frozen in time, a crowd of people still, and birds flying motionless in the air.

An overwhelming sense of panic filled his mind. The intimidating power of this "mysterious" event was too great, leaving José at a loss.

He couldn't even speak, he could only stare blankly at the still world, and eventually returned to the stage.

"This is all a dream, this is all my hallucination, it's not real... this can't be real!" he muttered to himself, looking at the reveling crowd around him, at the papers, flyers, and some people's underwear scattered in the air that hadn't yet fallen back down, not knowing what to do now.

Suddenly, a peculiar voice reached his ears, causing José to turn around abruptly!
It was a very faint "drizzling" sound, like something flowing, or like something gathering and dispersing.

But no matter what, it gave him a jolt! It was a sound, not complete silence!
The absolute silence he had just experienced was putting too much psychological pressure on him; he was almost at his breaking point.

The voice wasn't hard to find; there was only one such voice in the world. Following his senses, José arrived backstage at the lecture area.

This was originally an abandoned church. The so-called lecture area was actually where priests or bishops preached and worshipped, while the confessional was located at the back.

In the confessional, José saw the source of the sound: a silver hourglass, from which sand, like mercury, was slowly flowing.

It's already halfway through, and he can even sense that when the hourglass stops flowing, the pause in the world will be lifted.

He instinctively reached out to touch the hourglass, but just as he was about to make contact, his body involuntarily recoiled. "This is not something you can touch. The only result of touching it is that you will become a grain of sand in time and space, a part of the flowing time..." Elegant and serene words echoed in José's ears.

He turned his head sharply and saw that the silver hourglass from before had already landed in the hand of the person in front of him.

He was an incredibly elegant man; the word "noble" seemed to appear in José's mind the moment he saw him.

The person in front of him was dressed in very luxurious clothes and looked at him with a very arrogant attitude, his eyes full of amusement. "I don't want such an interesting little guy like you to die here so easily!"

"Who...who are you?" Jose asked, forcing back his fear.

They had certainly heard of the Golden Retriever's public pronouncements, but most people would consider these words as part of the Golden Retriever's "daily erratic behavior."

This president's ability to spout nonsense is known even to toothless old ladies on the Pacific coast; that's what reputation is all about!

Therefore, José did not believe the golden-haired man's words, nor did he believe that it was really a supernatural arrival; he was just taking advantage of the trend to make money.

But what else could this man standing before him be but an extraordinary being? This was a genuine, extraordinary descent!

Time and space were suspended, the world was frozen, which had already surpassed the limits of his thinking about the mysterious!

"You're the Archbishop of Solomon, don't you know who I am?" the nobleman said with interest upon hearing this. "You've even given us the great mission of destroying the world!"

Upon hearing this, José was completely dumbfounded!

What's going on? Did he make such a boastful statement too soon, resulting in a demon actually coming to his door?
"Then you are..." José was completely terrified. You could ask him to preach about demons and King Solomon, but to actually let him come into contact with those ruthless demons was terrifying!

"As an archbishop, you don't know who I am?" The nobleman's expression changed, and anger appeared on his face. "I'll give you some time to think about it. If you can't answer, then you should become a part of my spacetime sands!"

These cold and murderous words sent a chill down José's spine!
This is the true demon god. Slaughter is only a thought away. He looked at the hourglass with some hope. The sand was almost finished flowing. Shouldn't the stop also end then?

Jose could almost hear the cheers of the crowd, as well as the noise of the vehicles and people outside!
Once time is restored, everything should be alright, right?

By then, he should have a chance to escape, right?
He's just started making money and doesn't want to play life-or-death games with people!

Seemingly noticing José's gaze, the nobleman slowly picked up the hourglass and, under José's utterly desperate gaze, turned it upside down.

"Timing begins!"

The flowing sand made a "pattering" sound, which was very peaceful, but to José's ears, it was no different from a murderous note!

This is not a murderer, but a real, mythical "demon"!

Among the seventy-two demon gods, there are some very small and weak demon gods, but there is never a shortage of special great demon gods, and there is even a demon king among them. If someone says they want to kill him, they will definitely not give him a chance to live!
Therefore, he stopped thinking about how to escape and instead silently closed his eyes, beginning to ponder the information he now knew in order to deduce the true origin of this demon god.

He tried his best to save his own life.
“Nobility, hourglass, time, recurring emotions, and what seems to be control over space…” José murmured, pondering these things.

This is no longer a lie; we are now earnestly searching for that glimmer of hope!

He opened his eyes quickly, and there was already an answer in them!
This image, this personality, this manipulative ability—it's so similar…it's really similar…

"You are... His Majesty Gaap, aren't you?" In the end, José seemed to have used all his strength to give this answer!
【Jiabo】

(End of this chapter)