After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 558 - 222: Creating Deities

Lionheart Castle.

In the Lower City District.

In the sewer flowing with foul water, a man in a white robe stood on the ground, his feet untouched by dust, communicating with a group of gaunt paupers.

His voice was calm and steady, propagating his own philosophy to everyone, a notion that seemed almost cult-like.

Convincing people to die in delusion in an anticipated way.

However, all the audience present were crazy and fanatical about what the white-robed man said, as if he was uttering some profound truth.

"The Delusional Demon is the true Savior," said a teenager in the midst of conversation, "Only the Delusional Demon is truly willing to understand our pleas and allow us to die a righteous death."

"Those people in the Upper District could never understand the greatness of the Delusional Demon," a middle-aged man beside him nodded in agreement.

A few days ago, the Delusional Demon came to the Lower City District, preaching to everyone his ideal of a righteous death, fulfilling the meaning of one’s life through delusion and then dying properly, thus avoiding the crisis of Ragnarok.

It was from this that life could be fulfilled completely.

And this concept was extremely seductive for the residents of the Lower City District, who needed to struggle just to survive. Not only could they escape all the pains of reality with the power of the Delusional Demon, but they could also achieve the meaning of their own lives through delusion.

Even though this meaning did not interact with reality at all, the residents of the Lower City District didn’t care about so-called reality.

If one could experience the meaning of life through the Delusional Demon and thus move toward a righteous death, there were hardly any who would refuse.

Under the power of the Delusional Demon, they could feel love, realize self-worth, no longer endure hunger, and obtain everything that reality couldn’t provide.

So.

"This is nothing but a cult!" a follower of the God of Assassination declared, frowning as he watched the Delusional Demon demurely surrounded by the crowd. Inside, he felt a sense of powerlessness and frustration.

In response, a passing resident of the Lower District sneered, looking at the robed assassin and said:

"The world is going to be destroyed, and there is no next life.

He spread his hands.

"To obtain a righteous death through the Delusional Demon is undoubtedly the most correct choice. Could it be that you would rather wait for the King of Ash to come and burn us to ash, dying without accomplishing anything?"

The assassin in the black robe remained silent.

In fact, he couldn’t think of any good retort, but he felt it was utterly wrong, and he knew it was useless to say anything.

"Rather than believing in the God of Assassination," the passerby patted the assassin follower on the shoulder, "why not indulge in the delusions spun by the Delusional Demon with us?"

His smile revealed a bizarre fervor.

"This is the correct way to save the world."

The calm words conveyed his earnestness, for this passerby truly believed from the bottom of his heart that the Delusional Demon was the prophesied Savior, the only entity capable of saving the world, provided that everyone stepped into righteous death in advance.

Then the King of Ash would have no one to harm, and all that would be left to burn would be an empty shell.

This too was a way to save the world.

"Then you should be dying in delusion right now," the God of Assassination’s follower couldn’t help but speak sarcastically, to which the passerby proudly replied.

"I must spread the gospel of delusion, so that everyone can achieve a righteous death. I cannot yet die a righteous... death."

He spread his arms wide.

"We must make everyone realize the importance of a righteous death, we must make everyone aware that... only a righteous death can save the world, only a righteous death can defeat the King of Ash."

Madman.

The follower of the God of Assassination thought quietly, and then his figure disappeared into the darkness. During this time, these lowlifes were brainwashed by the Delusional Demon, spreading the thoughts about him, trying to make everyone accept the concept of the Delusional Demon.

And the most terrifying part was that these brainwashed individuals did not think they were doing anything wrong; on the contrary, they carried out their mission with an almost sacred intent to save everyone, spreading the concept of the Delusional Demon.

Fortunately, as long as one could get by, most people were not very interested in the ideology of the Delusional Demon.

They were aware of the philosophy but not entirely convinced by it.

And at that very moment.

The Delusional Demon, surrounded by the Lower District’s residents, suddenly stopped his sermon and gazed toward the end of the sewer.

He dispersed his followers and then walked towards the end of the sewer. Within a few steps, he turned into a phantom and vanished on the spot.

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...

In a messy and deserted tavern.

A few drunken loafers slumped over tattered wooden tables, gulping down cheap rum and gnawing on meat from some indistinct animal.

The Delusional Demon walked in, his gaze falling on the man at the bar who wasn’t drinking but merely smiling back at him.

There was a brief moment of awkward silence.

Xi Mu, gesturing toward a stool, said jokingly, "Your words are quite beguiling."

"I’m just saying what they want to hear, what they long for," the Delusional Demon replied, "Even if my words were dull, to them they would sound like the music of the heavens."

It wasn’t because he had a Talent for speeches or brainwashing; he could gather a large number of followers with just words because what he said coincided exactly with the needs of the Lower City District’s residents, achieving an effect almost like brainwashing.