Reversing Falsehood and Preserving Truth: All Gods and Gods Are in My Hands

The gold-trimmed dress was damp with Su Wan's warm breath. She was practically clinging to Lu Yu, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red, her nose stubbornly rubbing against Lu Yu's neck, murmuring repeatedly:

"Lu Yu, don't go... The flowers here smell so good. Let's stay here and never have to face those monsters again..."

Liu Jing tried to reach out to help her, but as soon as her fingertips touched Su Wan's arm, Su Wan unconsciously shook her off. Instead, Su Wan hugged Lu Yu's waist even tighter, and her warm palms even slipped into the hem of his suit jacket, pressing against the skin of his lower back, making Lu Yu's whole body stiff.

With gritted teeth and Liu Jing's help, Lu Yu half-carried and half-supported Su Wan as they stepped into the school history museum.

The gilded atmosphere of the museum instantly filled the air. The glass of the dome filtered the sunlight into a luxurious gold, which spilled onto the rows of display cases inlaid with family crests. The knight's medals, century-old contracts, and limited-edition pocket watches in the display cases all demonstrated the status and heritage of "nobility". Even the air was filled with the heavy scent of ambergris mixed with old wood.

"My grandfather's family business monopolized the spice trade in Southeast Asia last year. This ship's emblem, bestowed by the royal family of Southeast Asia, is the only one of its kind in the entire country!" A noble student swirled the red wine in his glass, his fingertips tracing the gilded emblem in the display case, drawing agreement from those around him.

"My family's private horse farm has just acquired a thoroughbred horse. The breeding fee alone is enough to cover the school's operating expenses for ten years!" Another aristocratic student, not to be outdone, patted his chest and straightened his back, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at a figure next to the display stand, trying to seek approval.

That figure was Zhao Lei.

His gilded ceremonial robe was more exquisite than those of all the nobles present; the subtle patterns on the collar were forged from rare purple gold, and a pigeon-blood ruby ​​cufflink adorned his sleeve.

These cufflinks were nothing more than trinketes to him; he casually tossed them to the attendant beside him and spoke nonchalantly:

"Any horse I randomly pull out from my ranch has a purer bloodline than this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the nobleman who had been shouting just moments before fell silent, his smugness replaced by fawning.

Someone stepped forward, bending at almost a ninety-degree angle:

"Brother Lei is amazing! Your family's businesses are all over the place, we can't compare!"

Someone else quickly handed over a freshly opened bottle of champagne, the soft pop of the cork hitting the bottle carrying a flattering tone.

"Brother Lei, try this. I had it air-freighted from a first-growth winery in France through connections. I heard your father also loves this brand."

Zhao Lei raised an eyebrow, took the champagne, sipped it, and tapped the glass with his fingertip:

"By the way, my dad's shipping company just secured an exclusive European route last week. I'll have him allocate some quotas to your company in a while, as a way of taking care of you 'friends'."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding aristocratic students swarmed around him, calling him "Brother Lei" and acting as if they were his underlings. The boasting from before turned into flattery, and the air around the booth became obsequious and oppressive.

"That's all small change, it's not important at all. What's important is that I want to compete in this year's school sports meet..."

Zhao Lei's eyes suddenly lit up—

He saw Lu Yu, immediately pushed aside the nobles beside him, and strode over, completely ignoring the surprised looks of his underlings. "Lu Yu! What brings you here?"

His words caught in his throat. He saw Su Wan clinging to Lu Yu, then glanced at Liu Jing's waiter's uniform, but didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he patted his chest, his tone a mix of arrogance and protectiveness towards his brother:

"In this prestigious school, I've got your back! Anyone who dares to cause trouble, I'll kick them out of here!"

"You're still the most reliable one."

Lu Yu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak when Zhao Lei put his arm around his shoulder first. The strength in his palm carried the obsession fostered by the illusion, and his tone was firm yet carried a hint of domineering loyalty:

"Lu Yu, you'll stay in this elite school for the rest of your life! With me here, no one will dare bully you. Just relax and be my brother. You'll definitely get all the benefits from this elite circle!"

Lu Yu's heart sank; he heard the obsession in Zhao Lei's words—

Although the other party still acknowledged him as a brother, he was completely engulfed by the illusion and mistook the false noble status for reality.

The runes on his palms were slightly warm, and the power of truth was stirring, but Liu Jing secretly held them back and mouthed to him, "Don't be impulsive."

Before Lu Yu could speak again, Zhao Lei's gaze swept over Chen Mo, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The dark gold suit Chen Mo wore was of a significantly higher grade than his gilded suit, whether in terms of the texture of the fabric, the complexity of the emblems, or the small sapphires inlaid at the collar.

In this illusory aristocratic circle, clothing level directly represents status and position. Chen Mo's outfit is undoubtedly a challenge to his "boss's" authority.

The obsession fueled by the illusion instantly grew wildly in Zhao Lei's heart. The smile on his face vanished instantly, and he strode towards Chen Mo. The familiarity he had shown towards Lu Yu completely disappeared, replaced by intense hostility.

He clenched his fist, his voice as deep and icy as:

"Who are you? Dressed like that, are you here to cause trouble for me?"

"Zhao Lei, he is my new friend. Chen Mo is not an outsider."

Lu Yu's heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. The runes on his palm burned even more intensely, and the warning from the power of truth grew stronger.

"A new friend?"

Zhao Lei held his neck stiffly, chin held high, his arrogance almost overflowing from his eyes:

"I don't care who he is, I'm the boss in this school! He's not allowed in my territory wearing those clothes!"

Although he still considered Lu Yu his brother, the obsession he developed in the illusion caused him to develop a strong aversion to Chen Mo, and he even subconsciously categorized Chen Mo as a "provocative person".

Chen Mo was incredibly perceptive. He immediately suppressed his aura, bowed slightly, and made a gesture of concession, his tone calm yet restrained, revealing his insightful understanding:

"I was just passing through and had no intention of offending anyone. I'll be leaving now."

He deliberately slowed his tone and even turned slightly to avoid Zhao Lei's direct gaze, trying to defuse the hostility by following the rules of the illusion. However, a faint golden light flashed in his eyes, and his insight had quietly swept across the display cases in the hall, capturing the aura of the array's core.

However, Zhao Lei, who was obsessed with the illusion, was relentless. He took a step forward and slammed his arm into Chen Mo's shoulder with such force that Chen Mo staggered.

"Just passing by? I think you're doing this on purpose!"

Zhao Lei's voice grew louder and louder, and his noble underlings behind him joined in the commotion, instantly surrounding Chen Mo and forming an impenetrable human wall. "Change your clothes, and then get out of here!"

Just as Liu Jing was about to speak up to mediate, she caught a glimpse of a giant, bloated phantom slowly emerging from the space behind the booth, its empty eye sockets staring intently at the arguing group.

As Zhao Lei's emotions grew increasingly agitated, the surrounding gray mist thickened, and sticky, undulating textures could be vaguely seen writhing within it. Clearly, this conflict had triggered the illusion's punishment mechanism; if the stalemate continued, more people would become food for the ethereal spirits...