Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

"You're quite calm," Asmodeus said with surprise, looking at the composed Tsugumi.

"But you're not wrong either. An opportunity is an opportunity, and a solution is a solution. Being able to do something and actually doing it are two different things. It will take you countless hours and preparations to reach his level, or even ours."

Don't think you are absolutely great. You may be special, or even someone he only has one favorite, but if arrogance and disdain for others arise from this, you will inevitably make a mistake one day.

Compared to those who desperately climb a path once they've found it, Asmodeus felt that Tsurugi's nonchalant attitude of giving up made him seem more likely to succeed.

"When I become God, I will appoint you as the angel of joy under my command!"

"Hehehe, then I look forward to—Eek!!!" Asmodeus hadn't even finished speaking when he started convulsing, and it took him a while to stop trembling while puffing out black smoke.

Under Tsuruga's teasing gaze, Asmodeus, who could never control his liar tongue, looked at Tsuruga resentfully, puffing out black smoke.

"Damn it, I kindly gave you an answer and you actually tricked me!"

"Not at all! Compared to other demon lords, I am extremely friendly and loyal to you!"

"Thank you!" Asmodeus said irritably, then his eyes darted around, and he added gloatingly.

"But you're right, once word gets out about what happened to you, countless people in Hell will be looking for trouble with you. Not to mention the demons of the former gods, or the fallen angels who think you're unworthy—Little Ma is definitely on his way to settle scores with you right now, assuming he has the time to say so. How could you be so foul-mouthed as to do something like that?"

"Hehehehe, who told me to be such a fun person?" Tsurue laughed heartily.

When he performed the miracle, he called himself "God Mammon," a blasphemous title. It wasn't to avoid danger; it was purely a sudden inspiration and a way to cover up a lie he had casually told earlier.

Since we've already done it all, it would be a real shame not to finish it, so let's just keep going!

He wasn't particularly afraid, but he wondered what Mammon's mindset was when he heard people from another world constantly proclaiming themselves "Lord" and changing "Jehovah said, 'Let there be light'" to "Mammon said, 'Let there be light'".

Although Tsugumi's actions seemed like repaying kindness with enmity, after all, Mammon had recently given him his mark—

I'm the devil, isn't it only natural for me to do this? (Puffs out chest)

"Go ahead and try your best, sigh, it's still more comfortable to just laze around!" Asmodeus waved his hand, shooing Tsurugi away, and said lazily.

"When you send these humans here, remember to sift through some of the more troubled seeds of desire~~~"

"Got it. I'll stuff a million female coppersmiths and two million round-faced, bearded men from Chengdu into your place later. You idiot fallen angel!"

With the middle fingers exchanged, Tsurugi left the virtual world—and took out a magic loan from Asmodeus.

Then, he went back to his office building and walked into his office amidst the gazes of everyone along the way, who seemed to be worshipping a deity.

Then, amidst the cheers and coquettish adoration of the succubus beauty with her black stockings and fleshy legs, he engaged in a brief emotional outburst, expressing that he was not a monk.

After venting her frustrations, Tsuruga resumed her global live stream.

Amidst a screen full of cheers and prayers for "Our Lord Mammon," Tsugumi joyfully announced the location he was going to visit next.

He was going to Canaan.

But before he left, he went live and happily told the world about his itinerary.

"Kids? Why don't you guess?"

What fun things is Uncle Mammon going to do in Canaan? Hehehe, take a guess! There's no prize for guessing correctly, but it'll be fun!

After a brief silence, a dense barrage of comments appeared.

"Kill all those Jews!!!"

On the road to godhood, there will be killing, killing, killing! :245. Brothers, we've arrived in Canaan! Isn't that Jerusalem? Heavenly fire is so beautiful!

From an economic perspective, Tsuruga's approach of "equalizing wealth" is undoubtedly a destructive act to the world economy, a disaster that will do far more harm than good.

Stealing money from the rich to help the poor may seem like a good thing, but it completely overturns the fundamental rules of the world economy, which operates on the basis of credit and violence.

In the short term, such debt eradication and asset appreciation will lead to a surge in consumption. However, what will follow immediately is extremely rampant inflation, a wave of business failures, and the collapse of the financial system, resulting in a complete reshuffling of society.

What happened?

Do you capitalists really expect a saint to descend from heaven and consider you exploiters?

A booming market, a thriving global economy? What the hell? I'm about to build a divine kingdom and you're telling me this?!

Besides, at this very moment, the world's internet is in complete chaos.

Rather than discussing understandable economic issues, people here are more willing to talk about miracles they cannot comprehend, and whether Tsurugi was truly the creator of this world.

And now, the Tsurugi River will perform a second miracle for them.

When Dongjiang arrived over Jerusalem, in this so-called Promised Land, he showed a hint of nostalgia.

Let's go back and do the final touches at this old spot.

The golden domes gleamed in the sunlight, crowds gathered to pray in front of the Western Wall, and tourists and vendors thronged the streets of the old town.

Then, the sky cracked open.

It's not a metaphor; it really cracked.

A golden crack appeared in the azure sky, as if someone had torn open a canvas with an unseen hand. The crack slowly opened to both sides, revealing the boundless, deep void behind it.

From that void, a figure appeared.

He hovered above Jerusalem, neither too high nor too low, just high enough for the entire city to see. And at the same time, every image in the world was forced to reflect his presence!

On the streets of Tel Aviv, cars came to a standstill. People poured out of office buildings, ran out of apartments, and emerged from cafes, gazing up at the descending figure in the sky.

Before the Western Wall in Jerusalem, the hands that had been praying stopped. The rabbis in black robes turned around and looked at the crack in the sky above the Temple Mount, at the figure in the light.

In the ruins of the Gaza Strip, even the thin, frail children raised their heads. A light shone in their eyes.

The whole world is watching, watching that thing suspended in the sky, which is impossible to look at directly in the light.

But facing the whole world, facing those below who desperately await judgment, he spoke.

His voice did not come from his throat, but emanated directly from the depths of the soul of every Jewish person present. The voice was ancient yet youthful, like the tolling of a bell that had never ceased echoing for billions of years.

"—God created heaven and earth."

This is the first sentence of the Bible, but what follows does not belong to any scripture.

"The earth was formless and empty, and darkness was over the surface of the deep."

With a cold and cruel gaze, Dongjiang landed on the land of Canaan, making a joyful announcement.

"So also is the spirit of you Jews."

A gust of wind blew down from the sky, carrying warmth, memories, and the buried truths.

In the wind, the scene began to emerge.

The children who died in the air raids. Their small bodies lay in white shrouds, as if asleep; the displaced families.

348

They stood by the roadside, clutching their last remaining belongings, watching blankly as their homes turned to rubble.

A man in a suit stood in the office, signing a document titled "Saga Belt Power Supply Reduction Plan." A satisfied yet cruel smile played on his lips as he signed his name.

A group of soldiers in uniform stood before a checkpoint, watching a pregnant woman struggle to wait. Her belly was large, her forehead was covered in sweat, and her lips were cracked. The soldiers laughed, speaking in Hebrew, and then slowly checked her documents, ignoring her pleas, until her water broke, and amidst the soldiers' beastly laughter, she bled and died, along with her unborn child.

A group of children were playing in the ruins. The buzzing of a drone echoed in the sky. The children looked up, curiously watching the small black dot. Then, the dot turned into a flash of fire. The children vanished.

The rabbis, dressed in long black robes, stood on the pulpit, preaching to the believers. Their voices were impassioned as they spoke of the glory of the "chosen people" and the holiness of the "Promised Land." They quoted scriptures and ancient texts to prove everything: expulsion, killing, and deprivation—all were justified.

As for the evidence of this race and this country's crimes, Tsurugi doesn't need to search for anything; it's everywhere, practically omnipresent.

After all, for this group of people, the worst way to smear them is to expose what they have done.

Tsurugai spent a long time on the case because the evidence was indeed numerous and countless.

And for some reason, the amount of magic he consumed when displaying these things was negligible.

The display of evidence lasted for several hours, and when he looked down, he saw a huge number of people.

From the airport exit to the parking lot, and then to the distant highway, the streets were packed with people. Soldiers and civilians mingled together, men and women stood side by side, and the elderly and children were protected at the back. Some held guns, some held scriptures, and some held national flags.

Dongjiang stopped, tilted his head to examine the scene before him, and then smiled.

"Such a grand display?" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried far in the absolute silence.

"I'm so embarrassed."

From the crowd, an elderly man dressed in black stepped forward. His beard was white, his eyes were deep-set, but his back was ramrod straight. Behind him followed several rabbis, also dressed in black, and several generals in crisp military uniforms.

“Demon.” The old man’s voice was hoarse, but each word was like a nail driven into the air. “Your deception cannot fool us! It cannot deceive us, your only elect!”

"What right do you have to judge us? We are God's chosen people, we are the descendants of Abraham, and we will never fall!"

"For six thousand years, we have been driven out, slaughtered, enslaved, and burned. Egyptians, Babylonians, Greeks, Romans, Crusaders, Spaniards, Nazis—they all wanted to destroy us."

He took a step forward, his cloudy eyes burning with a strange fervor and a sense of purpose.

"But we're still here."

From the crowd behind him came low murmurs of agreement. The sound spread like a tide, starting softly and then growing louder—

"We're still here!"

"We're still here!!"

"We're still here!!!"

“There is a promise here,” he said. “There is a covenant here. You may kill some of us, demons. But you cannot destroy us. For we have a covenant with the One.”

The old rabbi paused, his voice becoming even deeper.

"Thus says the Lord Almighty."

The crowd behind them erupted in an even louder response. Some began to pray, some to sing, and some to hold up scriptures and recite them aloud. The soldiers raised their guns high, their eyes genuinely filled with faith and fervor.

Ha! Who would believe it? There really is a country in this world that deceives itself!

“Did you hear that, demon?” Another rabbi stepped forward, his voice sharp and high-pitched.

"Your power may be great, but on whose land do you stand? Against whose people do you face? How many empires have we traversed? Where is Egypt? Where is Babylon? Where is Rome? They are all dead, turned to dust—"

"And we're still standing!"

A cheer erupted from the crowd, and Tsurugi looked at them, his smile growing even wider.

"Finished?" Tsuruge raised her hand, her slender fingers tapping her temple, her face full of mockery.

"Egyptians, Babylonians, Romans, Nazis—were they the ones you destroyed? If I remember correctly, your role here was—"