Unable to comprehend.

What the hell are these lunatics doing?

If you look at it from the perspective of a fanatic, a faith-brainwashed idiot is capable of anything. They might think that the Eastern District, tainted by Ji Jue, is already dirty and unusable, requiring thorough cleansing to avoid hidden dangers.

Doing this... indeed, in a certain sense, is right, because Ji Jue did bury quite a few traps there. Doing this indeed makes some of Ji Jue's plans go down the drain. But is it necessary?

For fanatics, faith alone is enough. As the privileged class, the cult has to consider many things. How can they act without considering the pros and cons?

After getting punched, instead of thinking about hitting back, stabbing oneself, what does that count as?

Trying to scare the opponent to death?

"At least a third of the believers in Central City of the Eastern District, the upper echelon of the cult in the entire Eastern District, the order in the entire district in the short term, and after the matter spreads, the stability of believers all over the world...

Using knives is too simple, but there's no way they wouldn't consider the consequences."

Ji Jue pondered for a moment, then decisively said, "Unless in their view, paying such a heavy price is worth it."

"Hmm, let me think..."

Old Deng remained lackadaisical, absentmindedly rubbing the hat in his arms, "To cut off the spread of the Holy Seal?"

"Is it useful? The proliferation of the Holy Seal is the core flaw of this system, is it possible that a temporary deterrent can solve it?"

Ji Jue sneered, glancing at him. The old man also looked innocently at Ji Jue, as if he knew nothing, yet his smile was so meaningful.

Or we might say, full of anticipation.

Here it comes again—

Ji Jue coldly withdrew his gaze and continued pondering.

[Hero's Severed Wrist].

Let's just call what the cult did like this.

Sometimes, one has to make such a strategy, even if it hurts the enemy by a thousand, and oneself by eight hundred, but the inevitable premise of doing so is—the enemy's losses must be greater than one's own!

But the cult killed their own people, so what did Ji Jue lose?

A few insignificant puppets? A batch of fertile ground for sowing the Holy Seal? The plan for covert infiltration into the cult? Or unworthy reputation?

Wait!

Ji Jue's steps suddenly paused, a flash of lightning crossing his mind, severing countless distractions, finally revealing the core of the problem amidst the chaos and mess.

Here, in this Dream Shadow, is [reputation] really 'insignificant'?!

"You told me—the rules within the Huangliang are formulated by the common 'knowledge' of all participants, right?"

Ji Jue turned back, looking at Old Deng. Old Deng remained silent, still smiling without speaking.

Knowledge!

So that's it!

—No, it should be [consensus]!

This world, no matter how real, still cannot change the essence of being the Huangliang Remains. The Ruins do not exist; this is a Spirit First idealistic world.

Subjectivity truly surpasses objectivity, and prejudice indeed overrides reality.

Which implies... here, rumors can truly take hold!

"So, their purpose is to silence."

Ji Jue exhaled, refreshed, "What they fear is, the death of the Saint being known. No, what they fear is... the divine omnipotence being broken, the undefeated Golden Body pushed off the altar."

He decisively said,

"—They fear that I, thus, gain power!"

"Aren't these all just guesses? An illusion, in the end, like a flower in the mirror, the moon in the water."

The old alchemist stroked his hat, grinning as if mocking, "As a craftsman, in this Dream Shadow, isn't it impractical to also become unrealistic? How to prove the ethereal?"

"It's simple, just do an experiment."

Ji Jue quickened his steps, came to the camp's periphery, waved, casually transforming scrap into a steel bullseye, then picked up a pile of scrap and strolled fifty meters away.

Next, in Ji Jue's hand, the pile of scrap rose out of thin air, Rebirth—lever spring, sleeve, firing pin, bolt carrier, safety, extractor... Amidst the iron light, a heavy sniper rifle appeared in his hand.

Then came a thumb-thick bullet.

With a crisp sound, loading was complete.

"This is a Type III Giant Lizard anti-materiel rifle, designed five years ago by Huan Yu Heavy Industry's Cruise Design Office, but due to its expensive cost and difficult maintenance, wasn't procured and commissioned by the Military Department.

Caliber is 12MM, bullet initial velocity 1100M/S, effective range 1700 meters—"

Ji Jue adjusted the sights, explained the parameters slowly, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!!!

Amidst the loud noise, the distant steel bullseye suddenly jolted, showing a deep bullet hole.

"As expected..."

Ji Jue chuckled, raised the weapon in his hand, Rebirth, and soon, the sound of metal friction transformed the iron light into an assault rifle.

"This is an A17 assault rifle produced by the Empire over ninety years ago, caliber 5.6MM, initial velocity 880M/S, effective range 600 meters..."

Bang!!!

The loud noise erupted again, the distant steel bullseye shook once more.

Another bullet hole appeared next to the damage caused by the Giant Lizard, although smaller, but not by much...

But why not by much?

"An anti-materiel rifle can't even penetrate a standard bulletproof armor plate?" Ji Jue was amused, "An assault rifle can achieve similar effects as an assault rifle? Why?"

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