From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 35 You are the illegal immigrants!

Bai Yang stood on the mountain in the City of Angels, with the words "Hollywood" in English behind him.

Because of the fire a while ago, you can still see a lot of withered grass and ashes here.

Of course, there was practically no one on the Hollywood Hills; he was the only one standing there, looking down at the city below.

Despite all that has happened in San Diego, the city remains as vibrant and bustling as ever.

Protesters and police clashed in the streets, creating a lively and chaotic scene.

This chaotic scene made Bai Yang very envious. "If I could, I would send out an angelic descent here. I think I could get 500 points of divine power!"

"Your Majesty, your power is insufficient to create a phantom image here that can conceal everything!" Alvin quickly brought him back to reality. With the meager resources he had, he shouldn't even think about such a grand spectacle.

Bai Yang waved his hand dismissively, "Of course I know! I'm just trying to save up!"

Although he is no longer an ordinary person, and one could even say that he possesses enough power to overthrow a country, it is still a long way off for Bai Yang's grand plan.

He also needs an exaggerated amount of willpower, and to acquire this willpower, he naturally needs to make more people know and believe the "lies" he has created.

Since he couldn't recreate the grand spectacle of a so-called "miracle," Bai Yang came up with a completely new method: "fictional reality."

In this country where conspiracy theories are rampant, the most popular thing is conspiracy theories, which is why Bai Yang came here.

This country is full of ignorant people, from all kinds of members of parliament to ordinary citizens. These ignorant and brainless remarks are spreading everywhere.

Therefore, this country is rife with cults, and anti-intellectual rhetoric is rampant.

Bai Yang certainly thought so too, but for him right now, this was actually great news!
Because this means that he can spend very little to make people believe some outrageous statements.

"Alvin, have we chosen our protagonist?" Bai Yang asked.

“Of course, Your Majesty!” Alvin nodded. “A perfect protagonist, someone who can maximize the emotional impact!”

Bai Yang smiled and nodded, "That's good. Now let's leave and give the stage to the people of this city!"

……

In the slums of southern Los Angeles.

Jerome had a dream in which he returned to his childhood and relived that nightmarish period.

He was born in a Colombian slum and started working for gangs at the age of three to earn a meager living.

Later, fighting broke out near his residence, so he ran away. If he hadn't run away, he would have died!

He just wanted to live. He couldn't survive in Colombia, so he came here.

Life here is tough, but he's still quite happy, after all, he's still alive.

Many of his neighbors and friends had long since died, in various "accidents" caused by warlord conflicts, drug trafficking, and rampant gangs.

Given Jerome's previous level of knowledge, it would be difficult for him to understand why he was living such a difficult life. His parents, brothers, and sisters had all disappeared, leaving him all alone, living a strong yet humble life.

Living in America isn't easy, at least not for Jerome.

Some say this country is heaven, and he smiles without saying a word, because compared to his childhood, it truly is heaven; some say this country is hell, and he smiles without saying a word, because in places unseen, this place is even more hellish than the hell he experienced! "Hiss..." After taking a deep breath, Jerome suddenly woke up from his dream. Looking at the comfortable house in front of him, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, that nightmare is over."

Sitting on the bed, he continued to contemplate his life.

Later, he learned some things about the world from an Indigenous person who was also a Colombian.

He learned his origins: his family came from a once incredibly powerful Aztec tribe, but due to the Spanish invasion, the vast empire collapsed, and they, as a people, became refugees.

He was a member of Colombia's lower class, an "illegal immigrant" to America, and also, in his own opinion, a successor to an ancient empire!
Yes, based on some of what he had learned in this special country and some knowledge taught to him by that enthusiastic Native American, Jerome created some special words and established a special religion in the chaotic city of Los Angeles!

"The Aztec Wind God Cult" is the name of a special sect founded by Geron, and their doctrine is very simple: to welcome the arrival of the wind god!

Geron found the name of the wind god Quetzalcoatl in some Aztec myths and chose him as the deity he worshipped.

In Aztec mythology, Quetzalcoatl, also known as the feathered serpent god, is the god who controls the wind.

So, Jerome devised a speech to proclaim to the people of the city: This is a continent belonging to the people of God, but because of the arrival of you outsiders, this land has been polluted. The future Wind God will surely return to the continent, and He will use His hurricane to destroy you outsiders!
You know what, his sect is doing really well in this city!
Perhaps out of fear of the "return of the gods to settle scores with the world," Jerón's "Cult of the Aztec Wind God" is thriving in Los Angeles, now boasting hundreds of followers and receiving enough offerings from them every month.

But Jeron wasn't satisfied with all that; he wanted more. So this deportation of illegal immigrants became his special stage for performance!

Looking at the increasingly noisy crowd outside, Jerome got out of bed, dressed, and started making phone calls to his people:
"Yes, yes, we're not going to the most crowded place; it's not safe there!"

“We’ll go to a location closer to the county. There are people there, but not many. If we promote it well, we can get more people to join our sect!”

In this urban chaos, countless people are vying for their own opportunities, including speculators like him!
Today, Jerome has found a brand new sales pitch and is ready to teach those country bumpkins a lesson on their recruitment stage!
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face, and he hurriedly put on his clothes and went out.

Before he could start working, he needed to find a place to eat. He had heard that there would be Chinese people selling food near the parade, so he decided to go and check it out.

Two hours later, in a square located between Los Angeles and the county, some of the marchers were deeply attracted by a man wearing a feathered hat, animal skins, and carrying a stone spear.

He was surrounded by a group of people who followed him to the police officers who had set up checkpoints to block the marching crowd.

“Officer, I want to know, why are you arresting illegal immigrants? Just because they are not recognized by this land?” Jerome shouted.

The police officer in front of him clearly didn't want to pay attention to him and continued to shrink their space of operation with his men!

The police didn't want to answer, but some reporters filming there seemed eager to stir up trouble!
They shouted, "Sir, who are you speaking on behalf of?" These scenes of "aboriginal" people denouncing the police are always events that can be written about on the international stage.

Upon hearing this, Jerome was overjoyed; this was exactly the question he wanted to know!

He was wearing traditional indigenous clothing, and given his skin color, he inspired a great deal of trust as an indigenous person. So, in front of so many protesters, he directly and loudly questioned them:
"Of course! I want to speak up for everyone! Your so-called illegal immigrants are completely unfounded!"

"If we're talking about illegal immigrants, our ancestors were already roaming this land a thousand years ago!"

"According to your theory, we are the natives, and you people are the real illegal immigrants!"

"Now, you've used despicable means to seize this land, driving us to the south! And you call us illegal immigrants?"

"Who are the real illegal immigrants? If we really have to deport them, you should be the ones who get deported first!"

With a whoosh, the reporters were all excited! They never expected that someone in this remote area could utter such a thunderous statement!

Don't worry about whether it's right or wrong, or whether anyone will listen. Just tell me if it's lively or not!

(End of this chapter)