Ineffective True Words

The current system is clinging to its host's coattails.

His host has already played the role of the fourth card, and his task progress bar is rising rapidly. Once the fifth card is unlocked, his wallet will be overflowing.

Although the System Energy isn't much, it's still at least 100 million.

As for the subsequent profits, they are all settled in units of hundreds of millions.

This is the value of the extremely difficult tasks he used to take on.

Now you know why he looked down on the other party's mere ninety million+ System Energy, right?

"Ding-dong—Your pre-ordered Secondhand Resale Service is arriving soon. Please check your inbox."

One minute later, a yellow figure appeared precisely on time.

The newcomer was also humanoid, dressed in a bright yellow short uniform with a round badge pinned to his chest that read "Secondhand Resale" in small characters.

After landing, he glanced around, then froze when his gaze fell on the figure sitting in a chair with his legs crossed.

The next second, the Secondhand Resale System rushed forward, its hands trembling with excitement. Without a word, it pulled a small notebook from its pocket, presented it to the system with both hands, and its tone was full of barely suppressed reverence:

"Big boss, I can't believe it really is you! Could... could you please sign your autograph?"

He stood there awkwardly.

Guys, does anyone know this?

He had only taken on a special resale order, but unexpectedly, he met his former idol. That legendary, aloof, and powerful figure was actually sitting Shengsheng in front of him.

The system did not refuse.

He took the pen, his slender fingers gripping the handle, and wrote three characters in bold, elegant strokes on the paper.

--Su Qingci.

After writing those three words, Su Qingci at them for a long time.

He hadn't seen those three words in a very, very long time.

He originally thought he would spend his whole life on this mission, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better, and he actually made it through.

Su Qingci: Who understands? It's chapter 178. He finally transformed from "it" into "himself," regaining his human form and even acquiring his own name.

Su Qingci noticed the suspicious points in the Secondhand Resale System's previous statements.

"Why did you say 'It really was me' before? Did you know when you came?"

The Secondhand Resale System had already packaged the Godhood System. Hearing this, he nodded and took out another item, handing it to Su Qingci.

"This is what Boss Wen asked me to bring you; he said it contains all of his System Energy."

"Boss Wen?"

Su Qingci felt completely baffled.

"Yes, Wen Mu, my idol. I still have orders to complete, so I'll be going now."

After saying that, the Secondhand Resale System ran off quickly, leaving Su Qingci completely bewildered.

Why would Wen Mu give himself System Energy?

Or should I give them all?

Su Qingci opened the panel, added Wen Mu as a friend, transferred the System Energy back to him, and then blocked him.

Unsolicited kindness is either a sign of malice or theft.

Block them all.

The Godhood System was taken away, and at the same time, Su Qingci's panel gained 30 million System Energy.

Since that That Matter with the God of Time, his wallet has been emptied.

Although it's not much now, at least we have something.

With her wallet bulging, Su Qingci her hand and directly purchased over a hundred video cameras.

Take pictures! Take pictures! Take pictures!

The only one to blame is the host for being too soft-hearted; he's no longer afraid of the other party at all.

Su Qingci curve to her lips.

He looked out at the outside world.

"You... you actually... stole the system."

Feng Linglang had his system Shengsheng taken away, and the double tearing of his body and soul made his injuries even worse. The blood foam gushing from his mouth almost muffled his voice.

Especially after the Secondhand Resale System took away the Godhood System, the Divine Power within him that had surged a hundredfold suddenly declined.

Wuma Xiu raised his hand and summoned the Long Sword that had been stuck in the ground thousands of miles away. It flew through the air and transformed into a streak of Flowing Light, landing in his palm.

With a flash of sword light, Feng Linglang's head rolled off her shoulder.

However, for Deities, losing their head does not necessarily mean true death.

As long as you put it back in, it will be lively and energetic again.

The instant Feng Linglang's head hit the ground, a peculiar power emanated from this Desolate Planet, spreading outwards in all directions. Immediately afterward, a single sentence rang in the ears of every Evil God present.

[This Asura God is an imposter.]

After a brief silence, a burst of laughter erupted from the group of Evil Gods.

Laughter rose and fell in waves.

Some of them laughed so hard they almost fell off their chairs.

They thought the other party would drop some earth-shattering revelation before dying, but after holding it in for so long, he uttered this one sentence.

Among them, the God of Lies was the first to succumb.

He laughed so hard he bent over, one hand resting on the shoulder of the God of Desire.

He has told countless lies, and he has heard countless lies.

But he said he had never heard anything so bad.

Does this God of Fear and Despair think they, the Evil Gods, are blind? Or does he believe that anyone in this world could impersonate the God of Asura God right before their eyes?

The God of Lies wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes and scoffed, "Ridiculous, truly ridiculous."

The God of Desire beside him was now enveloped in a genuine chill.

He let out a cold laugh:

"If I had known this thing was so insane, I would have killed it outright back then, saving this ugly scene today. It's an honor for it to die by Asura God's sword. Its incoherent ramblings even in its dying moments truly sullied Lord Asura's sword."

Wuma Xiu fell from the sky to the ground.

As soon as he landed, the Spear that had been nailed to the rock wall started to move on its own.

The gun shuddered, pulled itself from the rock wall, and fell back to the ground along with Feng Linglang's body, which was still impaled in the gun.

After landing, it pinned Feng Linglang to the ground once again.

This is the self-cultivation of a qualified weapon.

Its owner actually possessed a great many weapons.

Long Sword, Short Dagger, Scimitar, Heavy Halberd...

There's no way around it, its owner is just too perfect.

The reason it was able to fight its way out from among hundreds of other weapons and become its master's most beloved weapon was entirely due to this self-awareness.

Wuma Xiu walked up to the head that had rolled to the ground.

"A waste of effort."

How is that possible?

Feng Linglang was extremely shocked at this moment.

He was certainly not foolish enough to think that he could convince these Evil Gods present of his nonsense with just a few words.

His last words contained a trump card he had up his sleeve.

That's a power that can only be used once every thousand years.

It is called the True Words.

[True Words]:

If the statement is true, then any living being will believe it without reservation. Otherwise, it will not be effective.

The True Words did not work.

What does that mean?

This means that statement is not true.

Feng Linglang thought of a possibility that he had previously dismissed.

"You... could it be... that you really are the Asura God?"

There is no other possibility to explain all of this. His True Words has never failed; there is only one reason why it has failed.

What he said is not the truth.

Feng Linglang never expected that he would actually encounter something with such a low probability.

Unfortunately, he only found out when he died.