Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 144 - 133: Lanci Pressed the Fast-forward Button on Shadow World_1

The anti-cult lecture at Lichtenstein Castle Church was gradually drawing to a close.

The voice of the speaker at the lectern grew deep and resounding, like an echo carried by the wind.

"When we suspect that we or our loved ones may encounter a cult, we should seek professional assistance without delay."

The audience listened quietly, their eyes filled with intense concentration and thoughtfulness.

The vibrant light streaming through the stained glass windows highlighted Lanci’s figure under the afternoon sun, shining brilliantly as a sanctified hymn, guiding people towards the truth.

"..."

While listening to Lanci’s lecture, Hyperion couldn’t help but wonder why she was hearing her classmate’s lecture in the Shadow World and started to feel a creeping sense of fear.

She had already moved a little closer to Lanci, intending to protect him.

She feared that if Lanci continued like this, even without invoking the Great Love Poet, the two traitors might not hesitate to engage in a fight with him.

Placing herself in the shoes of the two Resurrection Believers, Hyperion didn’t think she would have been able to handle the situation mentally.

It seemed that they had come across two super elites, carefully cultivated by the Rebirth Church at great cost and perfectly concealed within society.

However, it was because of this that the two cultists weren’t just harmful in the Shadow World, but also extremely dangerous in the real world.

Who knows, one day they might unnoticeably climb to a prestigious position in the real world, insidiously eroding society like poisonous insects, and delivering a fatal blow at the crucial moment.

While Hyperion vigilantly guarded them.

"Let’s all strive to resist the harm caused by cults by staying alert, actively learning, and timely seeking assistance, thus protecting ourselves, our families, and our society!"

"Well, this ends today’s lecture."

Lanci paused his words and announced the end of the lecture.

He stood up from behind the long table and asked the Challengers,

"How is everyone feeling now?"

"Besides feeling a bit tired, I’m quite happy; class is finally over."

The Young Master of the Business Association felt as though he was back in school. It was as if the headmaster was giving a class in person, no one dared not to listen carefully.

The atmosphere of the lecture wasn’t oppressive.

Because the Challengers knew the lecture was all about messing with the traitors psychologically, sometimes it was so funny they could barely contain their laughter.

Now that the lecture was over, everyone felt a sense of relief, rejuvenated, with all the impartial pressure swept away.

"I’ve learned a lot, Counselor."

"It’s a great loss for our Church that you couldn’t join us."

It seemed like the three members of the clergy from the Northern Continent had gained a new insight, expressing their gratitude to Lanci.

They were already extrapolating and discussing potential ways to apply these new forms of anti-cult detection skills in the real world.

"It’s no problem, I get along really well with High Priest Loren and I’m going to do my best to help all of you."

Lanci also greeted them with a nod, a sense of responsibility igniting within him.

He felt even more confident about equipping his friends from the Northern Continent with practical methods to handle cultists.

This was closely linked to maintaining order in the entire Northern Continent.

There was no doubt that it was a great endeavor, one that garnered immense merit.

"What’s next?"

The Young Master of the Business Association curiously looked towards Lanci again, not knowing what ideas he still had up his sleeves.

The Young Master, previously worldly and experienced, was finding newfound enjoyment in the Shadow World.

The Shadow World, once filled with terror, suppression, and intrigue, felt like it had completely deviated from the theme of "Murder Game" under Lanci’s manipulation. If Lanci continued like this, unless the two Resurrection Believers managed to kill Lanci, no matter the outcome of the Shadow World, they would probably be left with lifelong psychological scars.

After the detective’s round, the nature of the game had changed yet again due to the lawyer.

"Of course, what happens next is actually the most crucial."

Lanci nodded calmly, a smile appearing on his face,

"Everyone, listen carefully. I have a trick that can reveal everyone’s emotions on their faces. After a countdown, I will use a spell. If anyone displays pronounced anger, we can essentially determine who the traitors are."

Hearing this, everyone looked somewhat surprised.

There was such a trump card?

It turned out that Lanci had all along been pressuring the cultists to clearly differentiate their emotions.

No one had even imagined this.

This five-day and five-night deduction game was about to unexpectedly reveal its answer before the first night even came!

"Everyone, you need to calm your minds now, concentrate, do you understand?"

Lanci’s profound gaze lingered on everyone present, his voice was deep and forceful, like a rolling stone cutting through the wind.

Under his stare, no matter what people were thinking at the moment, they all nodded nervously.

The atmosphere in the entire church became taut again, like a string about to snap.

"Three..."

Lanci’s voice echoed through the silent hall, like the chime of ancient bells, striking everyone’s hearts, the air filled with suspense.

"Two..."

"One..."

Under those sharp eagle-like eyes, he continued counting down, drawing closer to the end. Everyone’s hearts were in their throats, as if the world was about to turn upside down the next moment.

"Hey, I’ll use it later, let’s see who panics first."

Suddenly, a mischievous smile curled up at the corners of Lanci’s mouth, he casually spread his hands and said.

Nothing happened.

Everyone stood there stunned, their eyes full of surprise, their heartbeats seemed to have been disrupted by Lanci’s sudden laugh.

"*!"

"Mr. Lawyer, you better be able to catch the traitor during the day because I can’t imagine what they’ll do to you at night."

However, all the challengers knew, there were definitely two people whose hearts were about to explode just now.

As a result, Lanci’s sudden pause was the ultimate mind game.

"No kidding this time, three, two-"

Lanci’s expression turned serious instantly, as if it was time to end the joke, and everyone hurriedly fell silent.

Due to Lanci’s obviously accelerated countdown, they felt their heartbeats speed up in an instant.

Then suddenly, he laughed again,

"Did anyone panic?"

Lanci seemed to have played a joke to liven up the atmosphere with everyone, he didn’t really have such a spell.

"You’ve really done enough!"

Continuing the prayer ceremony and promoting lectures, now even talk show.

He fabricated such a deterrent spell to lure the traitor into considering whether to take action before their identity was revealed, it was purely a psychological game.

If he scared the traitor just now, it was like getting a free lunch, even if he didn’t scare the traitor, he would only infuriate them more.

And in the situation where the traitor couldn’t tell true from false, every decision had to be made on tenterhooks, allowing Lanci to toy with their heartbeats!

This constant fluctuation between relaxation and tension, torturing and breaking down the traitor’s mind, let Lanci play for a few more rounds, and the traitor might not be able to take it.

It is a pity.

Looking at the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the clouds were getting thicker and glowing with an orange-golden hue.

The time they could gather peacefully was running out.

Most likely, they could only wait until tomorrow when there was ample time, for the lawyer to host the activity to torment the traitor.

But curiously, all the challengers somehow felt no psychological pressure anymore.

Apart from the reversal of the situation in the morning and playing games all afternoon, even the danger of the night did not seem to concern them much anymore.

Because the hatred has all been carried away by one person--

The two traitors could completely ignore the time limit of two days left for their task tonight.

They could even let go of both the werewolf and the witch.

But they absolutely couldn’t avoid desperately hunting the lawyer!

With his own power, Lanci placed an indescribably intense taunting status on the two traitors.

"..."

Just when everyone thought that Lanci’s third round of activity ended in regretful failure.

Lanci had already raised his right palm, and like tossing out flower petals, gently let an orange epic card gain freedom.