When 'God' Decides To Start Over

Chapter 727 293: Please Grant Me a Sword_3

"This..." The young man seemed unsure of what to say for a moment.

"If the whole world suddenly told you that you've been deceived all this time, and that enjoying delicious food is the way to lose weight, would you want to try it?" The old swindler's expression turned devilishly seductive.

"Probably, after all, it wouldn't hurt to try." The young man said.

"What if after trying, it actually works?" The old swindler continued to ask.

"How could that possibly be effective?" The young man found the notion utterly absurd.

"Why couldn't it be effective? How do you know if you're thin or fat?" The old swindler sneered.

"I have eyes to see." The young man said.

"How do you see? In fact, you can't directly see your entire self. What if the image of yourself in the mirror is fake? What if the numbers on the scale are also fake?" The old swindler questioned, pushing relentlessly.

"Can this be faked too?" The young man smiled bitterly.

"Why not? Do those glamorous beauties with long legs you see on your phone really look like that in reality?" The old swindler asked rhetorically.

"Alright, though it's unlikely, if such a thing really happened, I indeed couldn't tell the truth from falsehood." The young man helplessly spread his hands.

"Yes, you can't distinguish between true and false, so after eating delicacies, various illusions make you feel as if you got thinner, and the food brings you joy. Would you prefer living in such a wonderful world, or in the world where only pain can lead to weight loss? Which world would you wish to be real?" The old swindler continued to ask.

"If given a choice, of course, I'd prefer living in that wonderful world." The young man stated.

"That's right, the truth often brings pain, what's beneficial to people often goes against human nature, while things that bring happiness are often false and cruel. If you can weave an illusion that makes it impossible for people to judge whether the end result is good or bad, then most people will choose the path of false happiness. Some might even indulge in it, despite knowing it's false, pursuing sheer pleasure and happiness until their demise. If the future is illusory, life will ultimately face destruction, this is Life Illusion Realm." The old swindler said slowly.

"Quite the Life Illusion, if one can toy with life to such an extent, that's akin to being a Divine Spirit." The young man admired.

"How do you know we're not currently within a Life Illusion Realm woven by some Divine Spirit?" The old swindler squinted his eyes and laughed coldly: "Maybe everything you possess now and all your past achievements are the happy illusions woven by that Divine Spirit. Perhaps everything you're experiencing is just a dream, and in the real world, you're already a stinking dying person."

The old swindler's voice was eerie and terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.

The young man couldn't help but fall into deep thought. If what he understands as real is not real, how can he distinguish what is truly real?

"Haha, rare to meet someone who shares the same plight. I've talked a lot today, no need to think too much. If you can practice True Illusion and Fake Illusion to their extremes, you can surely find a place under the Light Base. As for the Life Illusion Realm, it's not something humans should consider, it's the realm only Divine Spirits can play with. I'm just idly imagining." The old swindler laughed.

The young man suddenly raised his head, looked at the old swindler, and said, "I want to try the Life Illusion Realm you mentioned."

"I've already told you, it's just my idle imagination, I don't know how, so how could I let you try?" The old swindler smiled.

"No, I believe you've already reached the Life Illusion Realm, grant me a sword." The young man stared at the old swindler calmly.

"What... kind of... joke..." The old swindler feigned humor, but seeing the resolute look in the man's eyes, he couldn't finish his sentence.

"Grant me a sword." The young man fixed his intense gaze on the old swindler, saying slowly, word by word.

Seeing the man like this, the old swindler's expression turned serious too, looking at the man, he said solemnly, "I have indeed grasped a tiny bit of Life Illusion, but only a tiny bit, the consequences are unknown, and I can't control it. If I strike you, you might be eternally trapped in an illusory life, unable to extricate yourself, until death."

"I want to give it a try." The young man insisted.

"But I don't want to kill." The old swindler firmly shook his head.

"Then you should die." The young man suddenly drew a revolver and pulled the trigger at the old swindler's head, so quickly that the old swindler had no chance to react.

The old swindler's face drastically changed, seeing the speed at which the young man drew and fired the gun, he knew it was no joke, the young man genuinely intended to kill, and he was too fast for the old swindler to evade the shot.

Almost as a reflex, the old swindler's hand conjured a dreamlike Light Saber, instantly piercing the man's chest.

Bang!

The bullet hit the old swindler's head simultaneously, he felt a jolt in his head, internally resigning to his fate, never expecting to die this way.

But after waiting, the imagined pain and cracking of his skull didn't occur. He touched his head, finding no trace of injury, instead, a force began to spread within him, erasing the scar left from fighting a demon spirit on his forehead.

The old swindler touched his smooth forehead, stunned, incredulously looking at the young man in front of him, "Are you crazy?"