I'm a villain, not a devil

The environment around him was changing so rapidly that Jehovah had no time to react.

The ruined camp had somehow turned into an enormous church, surrounded by densely packed believers, each looking at him with devout and eager eyes.

Turning his head with something in mind, Jehovah's eyes widened instantly.

It was a huge cross.

In the magnificent, majestic and solemn church, a blood-stained cross was stuck on a group of corpses.

Jehovah seemed to be struck by lightning and stopped in his tracks.

How can it be……

Even if one possesses multiple supernatural powers, it is impossible to directly peer into the memories deep inside another person's heart...

Jehovah's face twitched.

He is the most authoritative speaker on this world's religions, rituals, ancient legends, etc.

Born in the ego religion, he had sufficient foundation and knowledge reserves. After establishing the Walkers for the ego religion, he won over all kinds of strange and powerful people. In addition to creating chaos, he also used the resources in his hands to continuously collect various information from all over the world.

Jehovah knew very well that the cultural concept of the cross was very rare in the world today. Occasionally, archaeological discoveries would be made, but because the connections could not be made, they would eventually be put aside - at most, some fearless hooligans would use the cross as a tattoo, or buy decorations of the same shape.

But if someone really had to explain the meaning of the cross, Jehovah believed that only he could do it - that is why he was so shocked to see the cross in the church.

This original torture device eventually became a symbol of a certain belief, and the name he later changed for himself also came from this.

This is clearly the deepest secret in this world, but why does Sean know it?

Jehovah turned his head stiffly, and Sean's body was still dangling on his tongue.

“Who are you…” Jehovah’s voice sounded as if it was fished out from under an icy lake.

Sean hung limply on his long tongue, and the scene was extremely weird.

But he had an inexplicable smile on his face: "Jehovah... I find it hard to judge the name you chose for yourself."

He raised a hand weakly and pointed to the surroundings: "How about it, I specially created a scene for you, do you like it?"

Jehovah snorted coldly: "After all, it's still just an illusion. I told you, the original abilities will not work on each other."

His eyes began to spin wildly again, but when he stopped, he was still in the church, and the devout and expectant believers around him had approached him at some point.

The smiles on their faces looked pious and enthusiastic, but the saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths was chilling.

Shawn wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and kindly explained, "You have been emphasizing to me that the original powers cannot interact with each other - it's too obvious, Jehovah, do you want me to give up my best method?"

Jehovah's expression became completely gloomy.

Sean laughed even more happily: "This kind of words are only credible when the strong say it to the weak, but you can't even find me who is so close to you... You are not strong enough."

"And if it doesn't work—" He flicked the tongue that pierced his heart, "Why did you go to such lengths to kill my etheric body?"

"It may be true that the original abilities do not interact with each other, but your chameleon is definitely not one of them." Sean laughed.

The greedy followers are approaching.

Jehovah observed his surroundings and quietly snapped his fingers in his sleeves, but there was no change around him.

His mood became increasingly heavy. He had lost contact with the shelter equipment that he had been connected to for a long time, which was a sign of being completely trapped in an illusion.

How could this happen? With my mental strength, even if Sean is stronger than me, he shouldn't be able to make me completely fall into the illusion...

However, Sean seemed to have guessed his thoughts completely. He was overjoyed and said, "Are you thinking, 'Oh, I am so powerful, my mental strength is so strong, how come this man named Sean trapped me in the illusion in an instant, why can't I contact my shelter equipment?'"

Jehovah's expression became increasingly uglier.

And Sean, who was hanging on his tongue, was almost dying, but he still managed to raise his hand and applaud: "Yes, that's the expression, I like it so much."

Jehovah said coldly: "Ever since you were hiding in the surroundings, you have been setting up your illusion..."

Sean's eyes lit up and he encouraged, "That's the right idea. Come on, keep guessing. I love watching other people answer questions the most."

Jehovah choked, but continued, "At first you showed up and set up an illusion, and in the end you covered up the so-called poisoning... This was also your plan. You knew I could react, and you were an etheric body and couldn't poison me... So I used this to set a trap and try to kill you."

"I still think too little... Sean, I'm right about one thing. As the owner of the original superpower, my resistance is indeed higher than you think, right? So you need time, and you need me to divert enough attention, so that you can make me completely fall into the illusion."

Sean clapped enthusiastically: "That's it, I love talking to smart people."

"Smart guy?" Jehovah laughed at himself and stared at Sean. "I underestimated you."

Sean comforted her, "It's okay. I know a lot of people who died in front of me in a more miserable state than you."

"Embarrassing..." Jehovah suddenly laughed. He looked around and saw that the believers were approaching him.

“Sean, I just want to know, how do you know all this?” Jehovah stood where he was, as if he had already accepted his fate.

Sean was unmoved, still on his tongue, and said with a smile: "Where is your gospel? There are so many believers here, why don't you spread the gospel to them? Where is your God, why doesn't he come out to save your own son at this time?"

Jehovah froze in place, staring at Sean intently: "You know the legends of that religion, you know those scriptures... You are not Sean, a gangster born in Paradise City will never know these absolute secrets, who are you?"

Sean couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Hahaha."

"why are you laughing?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I've received professional training. No matter how funny something is, I won't laugh unless... I can't help it, hahahaha."

Absolutely secret... Before I traveled through time, anyone on the street would know about it...

However, in this world, it is normal.

Jehovah stared at Sean, trying to find any clues that could lead to a breakthrough, but in his eyes, Sean was like a ghost, visible but untraceable.

Those believers had already walked before Jehovah, and the saliva at the corners of their mouths flowed faster and faster. A large group of people stood there, and a large area of ​​the beautiful floor of the church was wet.

"Can, can you please go up?" An old man in a bishop's robe came out and pointed at the blood-stained cross nervously and expectantly.

"Get out." Jehovah just swept the other person away, and the bishop flew out heavily.

He crashed into the murals and fell down covered in blood, with his bones broken into several pieces.

But he immediately stood up and dragged his broken body into the crowd again.

His face was covered in blood, but saliva still flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Can you please go up?"

Sean's loud laughter echoed in the church: "Aren't you going to respond to the believers' expectations? Great Jehovah, this should be the scene of your dreams."

Jehovah raised his chin slightly: "But not in a dream."

He looked at Sean: "Delay, intimidation, shock... You are breaking my psychological defenses... I haven't completely fallen into your illusion, right?"

He laughed: "You did this just to know my secrets, didn't you? Ha, then come and see for yourself."

Jehovah pierced his forehead with his thumb.

The world seemed to be weightless, and all the scenery around was fading away rapidly, including Sean who was being pulled away.

When he stood on the ground, he was surprised to find that he was standing on a silver land, and the sun and the moon above his head each occupied the sky, which was daunting.

Jehovah walked slowly from a distance. It seemed slow, but he arrived in front of Sean in just a few steps.

The church disappeared, the believers disappeared, the cross disappeared, and even Sean, who was hanging on his tongue, disappeared.

Jehovah looked at him quietly and said: “People who are good at reading other people’s hearts have one shortcoming: they are too conceited.”

Sean looked around with interest: "Is this the place?"

Jehovah smiled and said, "You are not surprised at all... As expected, you absorbed Apat. She told you."

Sean nodded: "Yeah, the fantasy realm..."

Jehovah walked casually into the air, and a majestic throne appeared behind him.

After sitting down with his legs crossed, he smiled and said, "Fantasy Realm, this is the special ability of the Mad Beast that I used when I was promoted to Crimson."

He stretched out a hand, and the scenery around him changed rapidly.

In the boundless and violent sea, various deep-sea monsters leaped high, and the splashing water was absorbed by the gray-white sand sea. Human city-states were fighting and developing, and shelters rose high from the underground...

Countless landscapes are constantly changing around us.

Jehovah looked at Sean calmly and said, "You can only use this ability seven times in your lifetime, and it would be a waste to use this ability on a stupid crazy beast."

He smiled and sighed: "Without self-awareness and sufficient wisdom, how can puppets understand the beauty of fantasy?"

"Sean, in the fantasy realm, even I am just a passer-by. Everyone is equal here... Whatever is in your mind can be presented here."

He slowly leaned back in his chair: "I was reluctant to use it at first, but you really exceeded my imagination... However, I am very curious, Apat told you about the existence of the fantasy realm, but you still dared to enter..."

Sean was looking around curiously and replied, "It's all nonsense. Just say this is a bragging contest."

Jehovah laughed. “Hahahahaha, good. That’s very interesting, Sean. I should have gone to Paradise City to meet you in person. Maybe you could understand my ambition and my dream.”

Sean gave him a look of disdain: "Idiot, do you deserve it?"

Jehovah was stunned and his face twitched visibly.

After a moment, he laughed in anger: "How arrogant!"

The throne disappeared, and he stood up and opened his hands: "Without foundation, imagination is empty talk! I want to see if the secrets you hold can compete with mine!"

Sean looked him over and asked a final question: "Does it count if you've seen it?"

Jehovah waved his hand, and suddenly, a huge sea monster with countless tentacles appeared in front of Sean. Its breath was trembling, and just one look at it made him feel as if all the blood in his body was drained.

"Yes, I have seen it—" Jehovah finally became full of energy, "It's called Winter, a deep-sea monster from ancient times. It can destroy even the imperial capital in an instant."

He clenched his fists, and the terrible sea monster roared and pounced on Sean.

The face of the Lord turned crazy. "The fairness here is that the great powers that people have seen and recorded can be used for their own benefit. What you see with your own eyes is more powerful than what you see in pictures, and pictures are more powerful than words."

"Sean, you dare come in here thinking this is a bragging contest? You are so naive."

"My background is my greatest weapon, and that knowledge is my boundless wealth!"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you something..." Jehovah smiled mockingly, "Apat may not know that domain users can gain bonuses here."

"I have only seen everything about Winter in ancient texts, but the bonus of the domain allows me to restore its true appearance, with a restoration power of up to 20%! And this 20% is the body of those evil gods, which is something that even Bai Youming, who you know, cannot reach..."

Sean interrupted him directly: "What did you just say?"

Jehovah's eyes turned cold: "Put away your cleverness."

Sean grinned: "You just mentioned Gundam, right?"

"It's useless to give up on you..."

Before he finished speaking, Jehovah froze in place.

Several huge robots appeared at the spot. Their colors were different, but the winds they stirred up were equally terrifying.

"This, what is this..."

Sean clapped his hands: "Who told you to say Gundam?"

The robots took out laser swords, and the space seemed to be shaking. The sea monster named Winter had no power to fight back and was chopped into pieces in an instant.

"How could you have seen such a thing..." Jehovah's face twisted, and amidst his roar, several huge monsters appeared in front of him.

Sean shrugged: "Can't I just watch more videos?"