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Diehard fan+n...

To Xi Shenlian.

If he wanted to, he could see similar messages frantically scrolling before him every moment, at a frequency as torrential as a waterfall.

Whether they were employees within Purple Dreamland Company,

or various wild fan groups scattered throughout the boundless external spacetime,

they would often inexplicably turn themselves into his fervent believers.

If he had not been interested in the Power of Faith or religion, Xi Shenlian could have easily taken up a side job as an amateur charlatan, fooling people for fun whenever he had nothing better to do.

Occasionally, he could even incite his believers to launch holy wars against various heretics.

He could play a real-life war strategy game, slaughter heretics from every corner, and ultimately unify the faith of the entire world, making everyone read the Xi Shenlian Bible ten times each morning, noon, and night~

Take the current situation, for example.

Although Xi Shenlian had not paid much attention to the relevant circumstances surrounding Situ Likong and the others,

the Beast of Power, which was responsible for manipulating the overall situation, knew every detail of the matter down to the last nuance.

It even knew exactly what degree of setback would turn Situ Likong into a turncoat, and what degree of favor would turn him into a truly diehard fan. The Beast of Power had detailed plans for handling every situation, neatly categorized and organized.

To the Beast of Power, once any individual entered its sphere of control,

every thought and notion that person possessed became an object in its palm. It understood everything about them far more clearly than they understood themselves.

Therefore, even though Xi Shenlian had not ordered it to forcibly restrain the thoughts of every subordinate and turn them all into diehard fans in