From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 131: How Can a Race Rise Without Shedding Blood?

Jeff's livestream was causing a massive stir. It was not just the millions of viewers tuning in; in fact, top-level officials across various regions were also witnessing the scene.

Through various surveillance channels, all the higher-ups had been made aware of this news.

Among them, of course, was Golden Hair.

"Great Leader, this incident is having a terrible impact. Shouldn't we..." a staff member standing beside him could not help but ask.

"Should? Should what?" Golden Hair retorted. "Should we ban the livestream and send people to destroy the place?"

He glared disdainfully at his rather dim-witted subordinate and coldly declared, "Have you forgotten the lesson of Luo City? Have you forgotten the crisis in Miami? With the gods of the Original Inhabitants returning, you want me to go out of my way to offend them?"

"Figure out who sent you here and explain yourself later, or else you can go talk to my Secret Service!"

The staff member walked away with a pale face, leaving Baron alone in the room. "Father, do you think the people from the Apache Tribe did this?"

"It has to be them. No one else has a motive, but they do!" Golden Hair stated. "Having the motive is enough. Whether it was actually them or not is irrelevant!"

Baron still did not quite understand. "But what he just said was right. If this kind of thing blows up, it will affect America's reputation..."Golden Hair sneered. "Reputation? After all these years, what reputation does America even have left?"

"Great Leader assassinations, office scandals, surveillance scandals, assassination plots, the scandal on that island... With all these things combined, you still expect us to have a reputation?"

He saw things far too clearly. Reputation meant absolutely nothing. Which of those foreign nations did not already know that America was just a rotting piece of meat?

They were merely terrified of their military might. That was why, no matter what Golden Hair did, he laid it all out in the open, completely disregarding such trivial concerns!

As long as the benefits were secure, everything else was entirely expendable.

Hearing this, realization dawned on Baron. "It is not that you do not want to intervene, but rather that you want to let it simmer for now?"

"You have grown smarter, my boy. It seems the Special Affairs Bureau really is training you well!" Golden Hair looked at Baron with gratification. "Exactly. Once they descend into chaos, it will be the perfect time for us to step in!"

"If they do not fall into chaos, what excuse would we, as the greatest common denominator of the Federation, have to intervene?"

This conversation brought Baron to a sudden realization. "Let them make an even bigger, more exaggerated mess, so we can step in with better justification and seize power over there!"

However, the young man still could not grasp one point. "But Father, won't our family's reputation also fall into ruin because of this?"

Hearing this, Golden Hair burst into laughter. "What nonsense are you spouting, you silly child? Our family is of German descent! What do the sins committed by the Anglo-Saxons have to do with us Germanic people?"

Baron was stunned. 'It can be calculated like that?'

...

Golden Hair might not care, but the other people in Alabama definitely did.

Especially the Caitlin family and the people backing them.

In fact, this group had orchestrated this whole affair precisely because they were aware of the movements of the Original Inhabitants in the South. They specifically invited Jeff to prevent the inevitable retaliation should an accident truly occur.

This man, at the very least, genuinely knew those Saints. If something went wrong, they would still have the Church as a safety net.

But right now, it seemed the outcome was completely the opposite. They could clearly see the sheer teeth-gnashing fury radiating from Jeff on the screen!

It would be a blessing if the other party did not report them to the Church. How could they possibly expect him to clean up their mess?

"Cut the signal here and flag it for bloody violence!" the lead man ordered coldly. "We cannot allow the information here to continue spreading so recklessly!"

"Why? We are a part of the Church too! Weren't these boarding schools opened by us in collaboration with the Church and the Catholic Church back in the day? They should be protecting us!" someone asked in confusion.

"Protect? They can barely protect themselves right now, let alone us. After what happened in Miami, haven't you seen how many bishops have fled across the southern states?" the man said coldly. "The era where they could act however they pleased is over. Now is a time far more terrifying than the rampage of the Puritans!"

"Those lunatics from the Catholic Church are currently using The Bible to strictly regulate all words and actions!"

"What the hell kind of situation is this? Demanding that everyone strive to become a Saint? I might as well go worship Satan!"

"If they find out what we did here, and what we are planning to do now, those fanatics will charge over and string us all up on the gallows!" One had to admit, as high-level elites, they had an exceptionally detailed understanding of America's current situation, even gathering intelligence on the Church with absolute precision.

With things laid bare like that, the rest naturally dropped any other thoughts. "Leave them be. The news has spread, but the evidence can still be destroyed! Dead men tell no tales!"

"One of them is a massive streamer with hundreds of millions of followers. Will doing this really work?" someone questioned, unable to understand.

"What streamer? In this country, on our turf, even a Great Leader could die from a little 'accident,' right?"

"No witnesses, no evidence, nothing at all! We will continue to rest easy, while they continue to rage in absolute impotence!"

The plan was swiftly formulated, and a special military unit, led by an expert, quietly made its way toward the abandoned boarding school.

Even in this era, there was no shortage of people desperate to cover up the truth. They had long grown accustomed to their path dependency. Even with the descent of the transcendent into the world, they still clung stubbornly to their own twisted logic.

Dead men could not reveal secrets. Once Jeff and the others were dead, they would simply push the blame onto those "ghosts and monsters." They could spin a web of lies, claiming something like, "The Original Inhabitants communicated with demons to actually kill their own ancestors."

As long as the American public believed it, whether anyone else did was completely irrelevant!

...

All of this, naturally, was entirely within Bai Yang's expectations. Even their exact reactions did not deviate in the slightest!

"Aha, this kind of thing is actually really useful!" Bai Yang chuckled to himself. Looking at the scene unfolding before him, which matched exactly what he had foreseen two days ago, he finally realized its true value.

The future he had glimpsed two days prior had been achieved using the very same "Prophecy" authority he had fabricated for Jose earlier.

Jose's authority was completely fake, of course. However, using God Power and Wish Power, combined with certain specific traits of this world, Bai Yang had managed to mold a genuinely functioning one for himself!

From the looks of it now, the fabrication this time was quite successful. This sort of isolated authority was indeed proving its worth, sparking quite a few new ideas in Bai Yang's mind regarding the future!

"Hah, if I can successfully forge authority, it is about time I forged a god to play with!" Bai Yang declared with a grin, continuing to observe the plot developing before his eyes.

Alvin chimed in, "The message was delivered perfectly on time. High Priest Carl of the Apache Tribe has already received the news, so he dispatched Ivan Ruiz right over!"

"Not bad. His political instincts are quite sharp, but it is still lacking a little something!" Bai Yang said, his eyes curving into a smile. "We need to add some fuel to their fire!"

"Crown, are you planning to..." Alvin paused, startled. "The local Original Inhabitant communities are indeed nearby..."

Bai Yang nodded. "Them exactly. With something happening here, they will definitely rush over immediately. Whether it is to put on a show or to draw attention, these actions are unavoidable!"

"At that moment, we can let the truth, along with some far more important things, be revealed together!"

"And our divine warriors should arrive right about then too. There has not been a genuine clash between the two sides yet. We have to make a spectacle of it, do we not?"

Alvin added, "Alabama has tanks, helicopters, and a fair number of missiles. It all depends on how they mobilize them. Have you thought about how to wrap things up?"

Bai Yang snapped his fingers. "Wrapping up is the easy part. We just have Alex run into a little accident midway, so he conveniently passes by this area at the absolute height of the crisis. Wouldn't that settle everything?"

"Even Yahweh has paved the way; we should give these Original Inhabitants something too. At the very least, the gap in power cannot be too massive, right?"

His face was full of mischievous satisfaction. "History flying alongside reality, gods dancing in step with faith. That is exactly what we want to see!"

"As for this group of Indigenous Americans... how can a race rise without shedding blood?"

With just a few passing remarks, Bai Yang had entirely decided the fates of all these people, without a single shred of hesitation.

Alvin watched him, nodding in deep gratification. The Crown was steadily marching forward on his path toward becoming a true "God." This very indifference was the genuine perspective of a divine being!