Don't call me evil god

In the vast gray fog-filled kingdom of God.

Nowen, who was watching the believers' operations, received a message from the goddess of illusion.

"I don't understand, what's the point of doing this?"

"Although eating a bad taste will make them feel uncomfortable and miserable, the delicious part will also bring pleasure, right?"

"If they bet that they eat the delicious part, wouldn't they be more addicted to it!"

The message of the goddess of illusion Resti will appear directly in Nowen's "vision", and the mood of the goddess of illusion can also be seen in the font.

When nervous, the words will become crowded and dense, as if they want to spit out all the words in one breath;

When doubtful, the letters will have various outlines and arcs, making it difficult to distinguish.

Nowen laughed.

The goddess of illusion doesn't understand.

He understands.

"This is why, never believe in blind boxes."

Nowen sent the message back to Resti.

"Blind box? What is it?"

"Just think of it as an opaque box. There may be all kinds of good things inside, but you can only know what is inside after opening it."

The handwriting of the goddess of illusion became more erratic: "Isn't that good? Before opening it, mortals can use their imagination to guess what is inside, and there will be extra surprises."

Nowen replied earnestly:

"The person who opens the blind box does not know what is inside, which is equivalent to opening it with eyes closed."

"But-the person who puts things in the blind box, he puts them in with his eyes open!"

Soon, the goddess of illusion understood what Nowen meant by this sentence.

...

Wendil mustered up his courage and was ready to erase the dessert illusion at any time. With a solemn expression, he took a small bite very carefully.

"Delicious!"

It became the taste he had been thinking about!

Take another small bite cautiously.

"No problem! It still tastes delicious!"

"It seems that there is no problem this time, it is very stable!"

This time, Wendil seemed to be very lucky. He ate the whole dessert in small bites. From beginning to end, it was the kind of wonderful taste that made him unable to stop.

"Goddess of Illusion, praise you, it is simply a peerless delicacy!"

Wendil lay in the armchair with satisfaction and praised loudly.

At this moment, he felt that all the shit he had eaten before seemed to be worth it.

"It is worthy of being the Palace of Bliss, the greatest masterpiece of the goddess's power. Only here can you experience such a delicacy!"

Wendil was completely conquered by this dessert.

Although it is unstable.

Although it may torture itself.

But it is really the most delicious thing Wendil has ever eaten in his life!

After many attempts, Wendil also figured it out.

It is really like what Patriarch Sep told him, the taste of this dessert is very unstable.

As long as his luck is good enough and there is no such bad phenomenon, he can enjoy a complete gourmet pleasure.

Even if you are unlucky, if you react quickly enough, you can immediately eliminate the illusion of the dessert, and you won't suffer too much.

As long as you can enjoy it once, the suffering before is worth it!

Wendell began to get high.

"Another one!"

After a few seconds.

"Ugh!"

"...Fuck, I have bad luck, it broke after the first bite!"

"Next time I will be more careful and react faster!"

A few more seconds.

"Ugh!"

"Sep's flowered pants, why did it break again!"

A few more seconds.

"Ugh!"

"..."

After several attempts, he experienced the feeling of eating shit continuously.

Wendell was almost half crazy.

What made him most irritable was that the whole experience was not completely bad.

Whenever he felt that he was about to be disgusted, his luck would get a little better.

The next few attempts would be the taste he dreamed of.

Then he would start to feed himself shit...

"Why did such a good dessert turn out like this!"

"Can't I just enjoy the pleasure of this process peacefully!"

Wendil was so angry that he slammed the table.

In order to avoid the pain of "eating shit" being too strong, he had to be highly alert every time he put the dessert into his mouth. Once he felt something was wrong, he would immediately use the illusion magic to erase the dessert.

Wendil couldn't eat the entire spire dessert in one bite.

The entire "spire" was almost half the size of his head, so he had to eat it in batches.

This caused him to eat every bite carefully and couldn't enjoy it at all.

The consequence of letting down his guard was that he might feed himself a big mouthful of shit at any time, and he would "enjoy" it with all his heart.

Wendil even subconsciously had an idea and sighed helplessly:

"It would be great if I could eat this thing in reality!"

After all, real desserts in reality would not have the risk of instability like the illusions in the Paradise Palace.

But he quickly dismissed his thoughts.

Wendil knew who he was.

Without the illusion magic, he would be an ordinary town dweller who worked odd jobs in the town.

Sepp had told him all this when he described it.

This dessert was made with special ingredients and blessed by magic.

It was most likely something specially used to supply nobles, archbishops, big merchants and other upper-class people.

Ordinary people like him, let alone tasting it, may never even hear about it until they die.

Although the illusion fakes in the Paradise Palace have unstable shortcomings, if you are lucky, you can still taste them completely!

In reality, he probably won't have any chance at all.

"Reality is hopeless!"

"At least there is a trace of thought and hope in the illusion."

"In this terrible world, perhaps only illusions can bring me satisfaction!"

...

Hearing Wendil's sigh.

Other believers of the Seeking Knowledge Church who participated in the "Destroying the Paradise Palace" mission also understood!

The key to breaking the deadlock, to put it bluntly, is simple:

"The cognition tampered with by the illusion is false no matter how real it is."

The illusion built by Pete has both beautiful enjoyment and painful torture.

This is the price of "falsehood".

Illusions can produce both beauty and pain!

This is the biggest difference between it and reality.

In reality, delicious food is delicious, it will not be tampered with, and it will not be affected.

These living dead who have given up hope indulge in illusions because they are almost desperate and believe that they can't get the same things in reality.

As long as they can guide these living dead to start to restore their expectations of "reality", and then throw out the real bait at the right time - the Church of Seeking Knowledge.

The existence of the God of Seeking Knowledge is a hope for them.

A hope that you don't need to indulge in illusions, as long as you make enough efforts, you can get the rewards you want in reality!

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