Beautiful Illusion

Beneath the small, snug cap brim were high brow bones, deep-set eyes, and a sharp nose above thin, cold lips. A radio was set into his collar. Every time he gave an order, another Artillery Shell flew into the sky.

He seemed to sense someone watching. He turned toward the window and stared for several seconds, but saw nothing. Frowning, he faced forward again and issued another order.

The little boy pressed the rifle's muzzle against the window, aiming straight at the enemy commander's temple. His small, chapped hand would not pull the trigger.

"Little one, I enchanted the bullet in the chamber. It'll pass right through the glass and kill their commander. What are you waiting for?"

"I... I'm scared!"

Luo Bin knew he was inside an Illusory Realm. Everything before him was imaginary; killing a person here was no different from breaking an object.

But to a boy only a few years old, this meant truly killing someone—and a murderous monster at that. Of course he was afraid.

Luo Bin placed his hand over the boy's and rested a finger on the trigger. "Little one, the rules of this world mean a god's power only lasts a little while. If you can't bring yourself to decide, I can help you."

After half a minute of silence, the boy summoned every scrap of courage he had. "No... I can do it. I want to kill him myself and avenge my dad, my mom, and my sister!"

Tears glistened in the little boy's eyes as he pulled the trigger.

The bullet shattered the glass and struck the commander's temple. He coughed up blood three times before he died, staring at the window in disbelief.

But apart from the panicked soldiers inside the armored vehicle opposite him, there was no sign