From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 35: You’re the Real Illegal Immigrants!

Bai Yang stood on the mountain in the City of Angels, with the English letters of "Hollywood" behind him.

Due to the massive fire from some time ago, numerous dried grasses and fire ashes could still be seen here.

Of course, there were basically no people on Hollywood Mountain, with only him standing there alone, gazing at the city below.

Even though so many events had occurred in San Diego, this city still maintained its extremely lively appearance.

Protesters and police clashed in the streets, creating a chaotic and bustling scene.

This kind of chaotic scene made Bai Yang quite envious. "If possible, if I stage an angel's descent here, I think I could get 500 points of Divine Power!"

"Your Grace, your Wish Force isn't sufficient to create an illusory mirage here that could conceal everything!" Alvin quickly brought him back to reality from his fantasy. With the meager resources he had, he shouldn't even think about such grand spectacles.

Bai Yang waved his hand dismissively. "I know that! Isn't that why I'm working hard to accumulate more!"

Although he was no longer an ordinary mortal, and one could even say the power he wielded could easily overthrow a country, it was still far from enough for Bai Yang's grand plans.

He needed an enormous amount of Wish Force, and obtaining this Wish Force naturally required making more people aware of and believing in the "lies" he had crafted.Before he could create those so-called "divine miracles" on a large scale, Bai Yang came up with a completely new method: "fabricated reality."

In this country where conspiracy theories run rampant, the thing with the most popular foundation was conspiracy theories, which was exactly why Bai Yang had come here.

This country had the largest number of ignorant and foolish people, from various congress members to all kinds of common citizens. These brainless and ridiculous statements were spreading everywhere.

That's why cults were rampant in this country, and that's why anti-intellectual statements prevailed here.

Bai Yang certainly thought so too, but for him now, this was actually unequivocally good news!

Because it meant he could make people believe some utterly absurd statements at very little cost.

"Alvin, have we selected our protagonist?" Bai Yang asked.

"Of course, Your Grace!" Alvin nodded. "A perfect protagonist, someone who can maximize emotional impact!"

Bai Yang smiled and nodded. "Good, now let's withdraw and leave the stage to the people of this city!"

...

In the southern slums of Los Angeles city proper.

Jeron had a dream, a dream where he returned to his childhood, reliving those nightmare-like years.

He was born in the slums of Colombia, starting to work for gangs at age three to obtain a little food and barely survive.

Later, his neighborhood became a warzone, so he ran away. If he hadn't run, he would have died!

He just wanted to live. Back in Colombia, he couldn't survive, so he came here.

Life here was very difficult, but he was still quite happy, after all, he was still alive.

Many of his neighbors and friends had long since died, perishing in various "accidents" amid warlord conflicts, drug trafficking, and gang violence.

With Jeron's limited knowledge at the time, it was difficult for him to understand why his life was so hard. His parents, siblings had all disappeared, leaving only him, surviving with resilience and humility.

Living in the United States wasn't easy either, at least not for Jeron.

Some people said this country was heaven, and he would smile without speaking, because compared to his childhood, it was indeed quite heavenly. Some said this place was hell, and he would also smile without speaking, because in the unseen places, this place was even more hellish than the hell he had experienced!

"Hiss..." After taking a sharp breath, Jeron suddenly woke from his dream. Looking at the comfortable room before him, he sighed in relief: "Thank goodness, that nightmare is over."

Sitting on the bed, he continued contemplating his life.

Later, he followed another Colombian of Native American descent and learned certain knowledge about this world.

He learned about his origins. His family came from a once immensely powerful Aztec tribe, but with the Spanish invasion, the great empire collapsed, and their ethnic group became displaced people.

He was part of Colombia's lowest class, an "illegal immigrant" in Amerigo, and in his own view, a descendant of the ancient empire!

Yes, based on some things Jeron learned in this special country, along with certain knowledge taught by that helpful Native American descent individual, he crafted some special rhetoric and established a unique religion in Los Angeles, this city of mixed characters!

"Aztec Wind God Cult" was the name of the special sect Jeron established, and their doctrine was simple: to welcome the descent of the Wind God!

From some myths related to the Aztecs, Jeron found the name of the Wind God Quetzalcoatl and chose him as the deity to worship.

In Aztec mythology, Quetzalcoatl is also known as the Feathered Serpent God, the deity who controls wind.

Thus, Jeron developed a set of rhetoric, proclaiming to the city's people: This is a continent belonging to divinely chosen people, but because of you outsiders' arrival, this land has been polluted. The future Wind God will surely return to the continent, and He will use His hurricanes to destroy you outsiders!

Surprisingly, his sect developed quite well in this city!

Perhaps due to fear of "gods returning to judge the world," Jeron's "Aztec Wind God Cult" thrived in Los Angeles, now boasting hundreds of followers with sufficient monthly offerings from devotees.

But Jeron wasn't satisfied with all this. He wanted more, so this campaign to expel illegal immigrants became his special stage for performance!

Looking at the increasingly noisy crowd outside, Jeron got out of bed, dressed himself, and began making calls to his people:

"Yes, yes, we're not going to the most crowded areas, that's not safe!"

"We'll go to locations closer to the county borders, where there are people but not too many. As long as we promote well, we can get more people to join our sect!"

Amid this city's chaos, countless people were seizing their opportunities, including opportunists like him!

And today, Jeron had prepared a brand new set of rhetoric, ready to give those country bumpkins a proper lesson on their "recruitment" stage!

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face as he put on his clothes and hurried out.

Before officially starting work, he needed to find a place to eat. He heard there might be Chinese Americans selling food near the protest areas, so he planned to check it out.

Two hours later, in a square between Los Angeles and the county borders, some protesters became deeply fascinated by a man wearing a feathered headdress, animal skins, and holding a stone spear.

Surrounded by a group of people, he led them to the police who had set up checkpoints to intercept the protesters.

"Officer, I want to know why you're arresting illegal immigrants? Just because they're not recognized by this land?" Jeron said loudly.

The police officer before him clearly didn't want to engage, continuing to compress their movement space with his team!

The police didn't want to answer, but some journalists filming nearby seemed eager to stir up trouble!

They shouted, "Sir, are you speaking on behalf of someone?" This drama of "indigenous people" denouncing the police was always something that could be sensationalized internationally.

Hearing this, Jeron felt delighted in his heart. This was exactly the question he wanted!

Dressed in traditional indigenous clothing, combined with his skin tone, he appeared very credible as an indigenous person. So, in front of all the surrounding protesters, he directly challenged loudly:

"Of course! I want to speak for everyone! Your so-called illegal immigrants are an invalid concept!"

"If we're really talking about illegal immigrants, a thousand years ago, our ancestors were already roaming freely across this land!"

"According to your logic, we are the indigenous people, and you people are the true illegal immigrants!"

"Now, you've used despicable means to occupy this land, driving us to the south! And calling us illegal immigrants?"

"Who are the real illegal immigrants? If we're really going to expel people, you should be the first to be driven out!"

With a collective stir, the journalists became excited! They never expected that in this remote area, someone could utter such earth-shattering words!

Never mind whether it's right or wrong, or whether anyone will listen - just look at how sensational this is!