Wei Yang felt that he might now command the most formidable force in the entire “Land of Finality.”
This army, born from **fear** and **resentment**, awaited only his command.
Whichever side he chose to join, that side would tip the scales of victory.
“Qi Xia…” Wei Yang’s lips curled into a smile he could barely suppress. “You actually entrusted such a massive army to me… Are you that confident in me, or just that confident in yourself?”
Wei Yang slowly walked to the roadside, found a collapsed low wall, and climbed onto it in a few steps, looking down at all the “natives” before him.
He felt like a king.
As a seasoned swindler, he knew exactly how to manipulate hearts at a time like this.
“I went through the trouble of restoring your sanity, and this is how you repay me—playing dead?” Wei Yang shouted.
His aged voice echoed across the square, sending a shudder through everyone.
“Raise your heads!” he bellowed again.
One by one, they slowly lifted their heads, glancing at him with timid hesitation. But every time their eyes met his, the pain and despair buried deep in their minds surged back.
Most of them still bore scars, their faces hollowed by prolonged starvation.
Wei Yang knew it was time to test their **fear**. Perhaps everyone had their own gamble with those two dragons—just as he did now.
“I want to overthrow Qinglong and Tianlong!”
The crowd of “natives” exchanged uneasy glances. Nearly all of them had lost their sanity due to **failed bets**, and those very games had been orchestrated by Tianlong and Qinglong.
A single misstep had led to their downfall, condemning them to years of living as neither human nor ghost. And now they were being asked to **rebel** against their tormentors?
Wei Yang turned his head slowly, fixing his gaze on a middle-aged woman.
She flinched and hastily lowered her head.
“Don’t you want to see your son again?” Wei Yang said. “His name is Sheng Sheng, isn’t it?”
The woman’s eyes widened in terror, as if she had just heard something unspeakable.
Wei Yang then looked at a young man and murmured, “Just one day away from your wedding, and yet you’re forever trapped in the ‘Land of Finality.’ How pathetic.”
The young man stiffened, as though his entire being had been laid bare.
“I’m nothing like those two selfish dragons. I know each of your lives—every joy and sorrow in your hearts,” Wei Yang declared. “I am more of a **god** than they ever were. So… who among you will stand with me against them?”
Silence. Two kinds of **fear** warred within each person.
Should they defy a mad **god**… or refuse a ruthless **demon**?
Wei Yang knew this wasn’t enough to make them risk their lives. He needed to **redirect their emotions**.
Turn their **fear** of Tianlong and Qinglong into **hatred**, and then twist their **hatred** of him into **gratitude**.
Only then could he control their hearts.
“They are the ones who **ruined** you! Whose rules turned you into this wretched state?” Wei Yang roared. “Who stole your sanity?! Do you enjoy being **slaughtered like cattle**?!”
He pointed at a young woman in the crowd. “Tell me—who is responsible?”
“It’s… Qinglong,” she whispered.
**Fear was shifting. Hearts were wavering.**
“Good… at least you remember. But do you also remember how hard I’ve worked all these years just to keep you functioning—to make you look even slightly human?” Wei Yang pressed. “Even when the entire world abandoned you, **I** kept you moving!”
The crowd stared at him, their expressions shifting.
“Why did I do it?” Wei Yang continued. “So that one day, I could restore your minds—and together, we would **destroy** those so-called ‘gods’!”
A few heads nodded in agreement.
Wei Yang scanned the crowd coldly.
**Hatred was shifting. Hearts were stabilizing.**
Only one final trick remained—to make them believe that **everyone else** had already accepted the idea of rebellion.
“I won’t force you,” Wei Yang said smoothly. “I could’ve just freed you after restoring your minds and acted alone. But let’s be **democratic** about this…”
He locked eyes with them again. “Raise your hand if you **oppose** me. I won’t hold it against you.”
As expected, not a single hand went up among the thousand gathered.
After all, their lingering **fear** of him made defiance impossible.
This was both a **con** and a **gamble**.
If even one person raised their hand, others would follow—and his plan would collapse.
But humans are selfish. After years of torment and finally regaining their sanity, who would dare be the first to resist?
Who knew what would happen to the first rebel?
And when **no one** raised a hand, a single thought took root in their minds:
**”If no one else is opposing, then neither should I.”**
Wei Yang’s words had pulled their thoughts exactly where he wanted. Now, he was their only lifeline.
Just as desperate people turn to gods, he had become their sole **faith**.
Reading their expressions, Wei Yang confirmed it—**their hearts were his.**
“Good…” He nodded, cutting off any further hesitation. “I knew I could count on you. All these years of waking you up… it wasn’t in vain.”
“But… how do we fight?” someone asked.
“To be honest, the rebellion has already begun,” Wei Yang said. “Do you remember where you came from?”
“The… interview rooms?”
“Exactly.” He turned and pointed at Di Zhu’s teleportation door.
Though the explosion had left it damaged, the door still stood.
“All the ‘judges’ have returned to the **interview rooms** after nightfall,” Wei Yang said with a smile. “And I’ve already sent an advance team inside. Now, all we need to do is **swarm** them—show them just how outnumbered they are.”
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