Lu Yi looked at Insk—who now seemed like a bullied young wife—with a serious expression. If he dared to refuse, Lu Yi would beat him to death.
"I remember everything! All of it!" Insk didn't dare relax for even a second and spoke rapidly.
Demons truly did have strong healing abilities. After a short while, the wounds on his face had almost fully healed, and even the teeth that had been knocked out had grown back.
"Then hurry up. Why are you still standing there like an idiot?"
Do you think I want to? I've been wanting to run away the whole time—but I'm terrified of you!
"Are you thinking something you shouldn't be thinking?" Lu Yi looked at him suspiciously.
"No! Absolutely not!"
Insk shook his head violently. Getting slapped was not fun—not fun at all.
"Hmph. Get out!"
Insk acted as if he'd been granted amnesty. He didn't dare stay for even a moment. With a kick off the ground, he shot into the sky as a streak of blood-red light and disappeared.
After Insk vanished, Yuriko said, "Master, he only said those things, but he doesn't truly believe them."
"I knew that from the start. But it doesn't matter. He just needs to finish the task. Let's go too."
Lu Yi walked over to Yuriko, put an arm around her waist, and before she could react, used an illusion to bring them both back home.
…
The next morning.
Yuriko carried a tray of delicious food to Lu Yi.
After placing the meal on the table, she stood beside him, completely comfortable in her role as his maid. "Master, while I was out buying breakfast this morning, I heard something very interesting!"
"Oh? What news?" Lu Yi asked, intrigued.
"Yesterday, a very serious incident occurred. A group of brutal terrorists attacked a military base in New Mexico, causing thousands of deaths! Even the White House spokesperson expressed condolences!"
Lu Yi paused mid-bite and couldn't help laughing. "The U.S. government really works hard. They actually came up with that explanation."
As the one directly involved, how could he not know what happened? He actually felt a bit sympathetic toward the U.S. government. It was a shame they had to fabricate such an excuse.
"Master, that's not all. The White House spokesperson also said that the previous nuclear explosion was related to these terrorists—that the two incidents were causally connected!"
Anything else?
The spokesperson went on to say this was a premeditated operation, and that the White House had ordered the formation of a special task force to handle the matter.
"Do people believe it?"
"Very few! Most don't believe it at all! But…"
"But what?"
"After the spokesperson's statement, a massive wave of 'evidence' suddenly appeared online, trying to whitewash the incident. And then more and more people started believing the 'evidence,' while fewer and fewer doubted it."
"What a clever trick."
Lu Yi chuckled, picked up his utensils again, and resumed eating.
"They're not simple. They even pinned the deaths of the four generals on the terrorists."
"As expected." Lu Yi wasn't surprised.
He had personally killed one general, then ordered Insk to kill the other three who were involved in launching the nuclear bomb.
After brewing overnight, the task should have been completed, and then the White House received the news.
The people in the White House weren't fools. They knew who was responsible from the very beginning. But since they couldn't reveal the truth, they had to create another explanation.
The death of four generals was no small issue. There was no reasonable explanation available, so naturally, everything was blamed on the omnipotent terrorists.
Terrorists could attack military bases. They could launch nuclear bombs. Of course they could kill four generals. The causal chain was neatly fabricated.
A group of extremely cruel, America-hating terrorists—calling themselves freedom fighters—had infiltrated the U.S. and secretly obtained a nuclear bomb from a military base in New Mexico.
Of course, the U.S. military wasn't vegetarian. Their plans were discovered midway, and they had no choice but to detonate their pre-planted high-yield explosives. This caused thousands of military casualties, including the four generals who had been discussing military matters.
After inflicting such heavy losses, the terrorists took the nuclear bomb and planned to detonate it in New York.
But reality, of course, was different. The U.S. military was the strongest in the world. They had fought aliens, superpowered individuals… terrorists were nothing.
After the initial chaos, the survivors at the base quickly came to a decision. No matter the cost, they could not allow the nuclear bomb to explode in New York.
A special operations team was dispatched. After numerous battles between life and death, they finally managed to remove the bomb from New York. They perished together with the terrorists who attempted to detonate it—saving New York in the process.
What? You think the timeline doesn't add up?
Well, guess what? The timeline is perfect. Absolutely correct—right?
To make everything fit, the U.S. government simply adjusted the time of the attack and issued a gag order. And suddenly, everything made sense.
After that, the story of the brave special forces who thwarted the conspiracy, saved New York, and saved the world spread far and wide.
In America, heroic stories like this were the most beloved—especially tales of ordinary people rising up to save the world.
With so much "evidence," and such a moving story, everything was perfectly harmonious.
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