The other party believes all the lies you tell.This is the best situation for a liar, one where he wakes up laughing even in his dreams.
But for the master today, it was exactly the opposite.
He now had so many truths he wanted to say but nobody believed him. That made him so frustrated he wanted to vomit blood.
At this moment, all he wanted was to follow his heart and repent sincerely!
He didn't say more at first, because the audience wasn't fully awake yet he had to wake them up first.
The master stepped down from the stage and started with the first member in the first row.
By pressing both hands on the person's head, he removed the telepathic ability [Emotion Regulator] from their brain.
Since the master had been baptized on the 200th floor of the Sky Arena years ago, his body had been gravely damaged, and he could no longer recover normally.
That's why he had always looked sickly.
In recent years, he used his Nen ability to brainwash victims and swindle them out of their money. Another important reason was to recycle some of the aura that [Emotion Regulator] absorbed and stored in the host.
He used the energy of others to keep his frail body alive.
But now, as he released his Nen from their minds, he didn't absorb any of their energy.
Instead, he even let go of the precious life force he had carefully collected to sustain himself.
Because today, he finally realized
Nothing is more important than confessing your sins!
Dad, I'm sorry. I failed to live up to your expectations!
After helping all the members remove the telepathic control, the master knelt on the stage, facing everyone.
Looking at the confusion and anxiety slowly appearing on each member's face in the audience,
the master suddenly laughed.
And then the audience gradually regained clarity, and his confession could officially begin.
"Hello everyone, today will be the last class of the Spiritual Practice Society."
"I am not a master. I am just a loser a liar, full of sin."
As soon as the master spoke, the audience erupted into commotion.
Some of the newer members, like Reid who hadn't been fully brainwashed yet quickly came to their senses and rushed to grab their and their families' money and belongings back.
The hall descended into chaos.
But the master ignored it all, indulging himself in his own repentance.
"My real name is Luther. I was born in a remote village here in Balalil."
"Since I was little, my father taught me to be a good person. He told me I didn't need to force myself to succeed or be rich I just needed to stay true to my conscience."
"For a time, I treated my father's teachings as my life motto."
"Until one day… a group of robbers came to our village. My father fought with all his strength to drive them away and protect the villagers. But he was gravely injured and collapsed in a pool of blood, never to wake up again."
"I thought my father would be remembered as a hero by the villagers. But when the robbers came again… in order to protect themselves, the villagers betrayed my mother and me…"
"Not only was my father's body dug up by the robbers and humiliated in every way, but my mother was also tortured to death.
If my mother hadn't noticed in time and spent all of the family's savings to have someone take me away early… I wouldn't even be standing here today."
Having said this, the master paused slightly, then continued:
"That moment changed me. I no longer wanted to believe my father's words. What bullshit conscience? What bullshit good person? In this world only power is the truth.
If my father had been strong enough… how could he have been killed? How could my mother have been tortured to death? How could I have become an orphan so early?
So from then on… I swore I would become strong the strongest. I would take my fate into my own hands.
I did everything just to survive. I never missed a single opportunity to improve myself. Finally… I made it to the Sky Arena.
There, through countless life-and-death battles, through blood and sweat, I finally gained the power and fame I had dreamed of since childhood. I reached the 200th floor the floor of the truly strong!"
The master's voice grew cold and bitter.
"But reality is cruel. Ridiculous, isn't it? I thought I was so strong. But in front of a true master, I was nothing but a joke. After just one exchange… I was seriously injured and almost died.
I became a cripple. But at the same time, I came to understand what I thought was a very correct truth
No matter how strong you become, there will always be someone stronger who can crush you easily.
So what's the point of desperately striving to become stronger?
Since no matter what, you can't become the strongest…then just change your thinking. Lower your head. Don't dream of being strong. Just keep your head down and focus on stepping on those weaker than you. Isn't that enough?
Isn't that the kind of person who killed my father?
Those kinds of people only dare to bully weak and remote villages. Would they dare to do evil in those bustling cities?
But it didn't stop them from living a good life eating and drinking well every day, living carefree…"
"Why couldn't I learn from them?
So I began to think of every possible way to squeeze benefits from people weaker than me.
And the result of that thinking… was exactly this Spiritual Practice Society I created.
And all of you, the members here, in my eyes… are just weaklings. Tools for me to exploit and profit from.
Everything you see and feel here is fake. It's just illusions I created with means you cannot understand, for the sole purpose of cheating you out of your money… or even your lives!
Until today, sitting here on this cushion under me, I believed everything I'd done was right.
Because you were weaker than me, you deserved to be exploited by me.
But now… now I finally understand just how wrong I was!"
At this point, the master suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face, so hard that his nose began to bleed.
"I clearly swore in front of my father and mother's graves that I would become stronger to avenge them!
But as I kept gaining power, fame, and fortune, I became blinded by desire and completely abandoned my vow of revenge.
Then… when I was defeated by someone truly strong, I gave up on myself, completely twisted inside.
I learned the logic of those robbers and took it for granted that bullying the weak was my right.
For money, for survival… I've hurt so many innocent people, destroyed so many happy families.
How am I any different from those robbers who killed my father and mother?!
Father… Mother… up there in heaven, you must be so disappointed in me.
I… I don't deserve to be your son!"
His tears and blood mingled as he shouted.
"I am not confessing today to beg you for forgiveness.
I only want to stop myself from committing even more sins.
You can beat me, you can kill me if you want I won't fight back!"
Having said this, the master closed his eyes tightly and knelt still on the cushion, his expression like a man ready to die with dignity.
But just as he finished his final words, his eyes suddenly snapped open and he seemed to come to his senses again!
Huh?!
What… what the hell was that?!
Did I just… get high or something?!
Oh my god! Did I take the wrong medicine today?!
What nonsense was I just spouting?!
As he looked up at the furious glares of the members in the audience, the master completely panicked.
Damn it…
I've kept up this act for so many years… and in just one confused moment, I ruined everything!
No! I have to order the guards to control the crowd immediately, and then use my telepathy to brainwash them all again!
You had to admit the master was quick-witted.
In just an instant, he calmed down and came up with a countermeasure.
But before he could even open his mouth to speak a terrifying scene suddenly flashed before his eyes, freezing his words in his throat, his heart nearly stopping!
"Aaaahhhh!!!"
The master's shrill scream echoed through the hall and that scream marked the start of the nightmare.
Around him, the other high-ranking officials also began howling like pigs being slaughtered.
Their faces were twisted with unspeakable fear.
Their entire bodies felt as though they were being lashed by a bitter, icy wind.
Cold sweat poured down, soaking their clothes in an instant.
Such a bizarre and horrifying sight shocked even the angry members who had been about to rush the stage and beat them up and froze them in place.