"Mom, don't be afraid. We won't hurt you."
The boy spoke, his voice still childish and sweet.
But the liveliness had long vanished from his expression and demeanor. He was stiff, like a puppet on strings.
"We are only what you desire most in your heart."
Xu Xiao exerted a little force and found that she really could break free from the restraints. Her panicked emotions settled slightly.
After adjusting her stance and placing herself in a secure position where she could face most people, she spoke in a low voice:
"So, you're all fake. You're nothing but my fantasies."
"We can become real too, Class Monitor," Wang Chao behind the grill immediately replied.
As he spoke, the vacant expression on his face began to turn vivid again.
His two chubby hands kept working the skewers on the grill with practiced ease.
"Fake is fake. How could it possibly become real?!"
By now, Xu Xiao had vaguely realized who she was speaking to. The wariness in her eyes deepened, and her tone gradually turned cold.
If she remembered correctly, she had already successfully ascended to godhood. She could be considered a genuine god now.
And an existence capable of influencing a god and trapping one in an illusion...
Other than the progenitors of the Seven Saints, beings of a higher rank, she could think of no one else.
"To you right now, of course it's fake." Ma Han took over, speaking in a patient, persuasive tone. "But as long as you do as I say, kill those two foul creations, and purge the Demon Qi, I believe it won't be long before Earth becomes like what you see now."
"All the beauty you imagine can become reality."
"Kill the foul creations, purge Earth's Demon Qi..." Xu Xiao raised an eyebrow.