After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 189 - 59 Lies Turn Into... Reality_2

The face was indistinguishable, but the presence was filled with death threats.

"Kill him, and then bring the Great Sword of Death back to me," he handed the Great Sword of Death to the summoned female figure clad in a black robe.

He continued toward the inner city of Kadilon.

"Hey... to send a summoned creature to deal with me!" The youth became angry, his pupils turning vertical and his face began to show dragon scale markings.

"To think I’m being underestimated!"

"..."

Xi Mu did not respond.

This little dragon did not arouse his desire to fight, but he also did not plan to waste experience points, thus using a summoned creature to kill the little dragon was naturally the best choice.

One of the Ten Shadow Magics.

Miss Black Blade.

She was the most devout follower of the Witch of Death in the past, the Blade of the Witch of Death herself, having received the deepest blessing from the Witch of Death, theoretically capable of bestowing the concept of death upon a deity.

Such an entity, summoned and wielding the Great Sword of Death.

Against one... little dragon, the outcome was an overwhelming defeat.

...

...

"Roar!!!" An angry dragon’s roar rang out, which a moment later turned to terror as a Red Dragon flew into the sky, frantically trying to escape from the Cardilon Kingdom.

But in an instant, its head was severed by a black crescent moon that shot up from the ground, followed by its limbs, wings, tail, and chest, one after another, all cut by the black crescent moons shooting toward it, and it was slashed into pieces in the air.

The dragon’s body fell, its hot, burning blood mixed with the Flame of Death, falling like heavenly fire and igniting the hills of the outer city district.

The whole process was too fast to comprehend.

He walked into the inner city.

Xi Mu stopped in his tracks, only to see Miss Black Blade appear behind him as if by Instant Teleportation, presenting the Great Sword of Death before him.

Retrieving the Great Sword of Death, he dismissed the summoning of Miss Black Blade.

"My my... how impressive, truly worthy of the hero who seized the power of dragons," a pleasant voice of praise came through, and Xi Mu looked towards the source, only to see a girl wearing shorts approaching, her long, pale legs stepping forward and her flat chest wrapped in white bandages, with a small dagger hanging at her waist.

Despite it being the cold of winter, she seemed completely unfazed by the cold.

"Hello, I am a liar," the girl raised her hand, cheerfully admitting she’s a liar and then leaned in close to Xi Mu, sniffing him, then showing a look of confusion.

"Don’t move." She put her hands on Xi Mu’s shoulders, stood on her tiptoes, and came up to his face to sniff closely.

Then she licked Xi Mu’s face.

"..." Xi Mu touched his cheek, feeling the warmth and the wet sensation, his expression becoming... ambiguous.

However, the girl did not care about Xi Mu’s reaction; carefully stroking her chin and sizing Xi Mu up and down, she smiled slightly and said:

"Ahtal, would you like to believe in the Goddess of Lies?"

"No," Xi Mu flatly refused, pushing the girl in front of him away, and then walked into the inner city district.

To this, the girl didn’t seem to mind at all, hopping and jumping to catch up, sticking close to Xi Mu, promoting, "With your Talent, you could certainly become the most outstanding believer of lies."

"I never lie," Xi Mu replied with a straight face, lying, while the girl laughed even brighter, hugging his arm, pleading.

"Join the Church of Lies, won’t you? You really have a lot of potential."

Xi Mu: "..."

The persistent one at this moment was a believer of the Goddess of Lies, very enthusiastic about proselytizing, and... possessed an abnormal fixation on players.

According to the game’s official setting, players are a group of innate liars, operating on underlying logic that does not align with that of regular people.

Whether it’s saving a nation or transforming into an asura, the starting point isn’t necessarily benevolence, nor is it malicious.

No one knows what players really think; this concealment and deception... make them perfect candidates for believing in the Goddess of Lies.

But.

"I’m not interested in the Goddess of Lies," Xi Mu coldly refused again, and hearing this, the girl looked pitiful as she said:

"Why not? The Goddess of Lies is very good to her believers."

"I prefer mature goddesses," Xi Mu seriously answered, "The Goddess of Lies... is too bland."

The girl was stunned.

Xi Mu, however, had already pushed the girl away and walked alone on the dilapidated street, leaving her standing there, dazed.

A moment later.

The girl lowered her head, looking at the clear and visible tips of her toes, falling into a prolonged silence. She had not expected that the hero Ahtal would be so vulgar, to actually judge the charm of a goddess by whether or not she was voluptuous.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Xi Mu walked alone on the street, where he saw the impoverished and malnourished commoners, all dressed in ragged clothes, with trash and excrement carelessly thrown everywhere.

However, this was already a better state of affairs, as had there not been a great massacre reducing the population density significantly.

It would have been even more dirty and chaotic.

Moreover, in recent times, the Cardilon Kingdom had received aid from the church, ensuring that basically every person could have enough to eat and even had some...income.

Arriving in front of a bread shop.

Under the watchful eye of the store manager, Xi Mu took out a hundred Gold Coins and placed them on the counter, then asked:

"May I ask you some questions?"

"Of course." The store manager quickly pocketed the Gold Coins, wiped her hands on her apron, and revealed a respectful smile.

There had been many wealthy people coming to Cardilon recently, providing food for the residents at no cost, appearing to them like perfect targets for profiteering.

Unfortunately, they didn’t dare to take advantage of these rich newcomers, as these well-off visitors to Cardilon generally possessed considerable strength.

Any attempt to take advantage of them would simply lead to trouble for themselves.

"The one who caused the great massacre...who was it?" Xi Mu asked, and the store manager, momentarily taken aback, replied without a second thought:

"It was Mist."

"Did you see Mist killing people with your own eyes?" Xi Mu asked again, and the store manager, without hesitation, nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, I saw Mist killing people with my own eyes."

This was a lie.

In fact, she barely had any idea who Mist was or what she looked like, but she was very clear on one thing, no matter who asked...the answer had to be that Mist was the murderer.

"Asking this...is meaningless." A pleasant laugh came over, and Xi Mu looked in the direction of the voice to see a girl with bandages wrapped around her chest approaching.

She stood with her hands on her hips, smiling sweetly:

"To ensure the safety of Cardilon, every person in this country has been subsidized by the Church of Blood. Everyone can eat their fill and has a substantial...income."

"And all they have to do in return is to accuse "Mist" of being the murderer behind the massacre."

At this point, she flicked her light red hair from her forehead.

"Of course, according to the Church of Blood, it’s for post-disaster aid, offering a certain amount of financial assistance to every family and individual harmed by Mist."

"Every person in this country is a victim, everyone has been hurt by Mist."

"All of them will say...Mist is the murderer."

The atmosphere fell silent.

Xi Mu glanced at the store manager who had taken the money and asked again: "Who is responsible for the massacre, did you really see Mist committing murder?"

The store manager hesitated, then looking into Xi Mu’s indifferent eyes, she weighed the pros and cons. If she admitted she never saw Mist, not only would the Church of Blood stop their aid, but there would also be people coming to cause her trouble.

She might not even be able to keep her bread shop open.

"Yes, I witnessed it...Mist did kill people." She clenched her teeth, insisting it was Mist who caused the massacre.

Xi Mu’s gaze was like a sharp blade, regarding the frightened store manager, then turned and left the bread shop, having lost interest in speaking further.

Seeing this, the girl chuckled, following Xi Mu’s steps, accompanying him as he repeatedly questioned others, receiving answers...that were completely consistent.

The murderer behind the massacre was Mist, and if pressed further about Mist’s appearance and weapons used, people would begin to stutter and falter.

Ten minutes later.

"Have you given up?" The girl looked at Ahtal standing on the street, lost in thought, her smile as radiant as ever.

"The one who caused the massacre is Mist, everyone is pointing fingers at Mist, and even if it’s a lie...it will become a fact."

"Even if you don’t think Mist is the murderer, it’s meaningless."