Accompanied by the night, Lette left Harbor City alone.
He followed an unfamiliar path, heading towards a small fishing village called Hegro.
In the sky, the bright moon hung high. On days without thick fog, the night sky beca exceptionally clear, with the stars adding a touch of vitality to the silent night.
The road beca increasingly rugged, and the wild grass and shrubs on the roadside grew more abundant.
Lette walked all the way to the end of the road, beyond which lay a bay.
After the sea engulfed Hegro, the seawater remained here and never receded.
Lette was just about to step into the seawater when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"Sir, you shouldn’t go ahead over there."
Unknowingly, an old man fishing was sitting on a large rock by the sea, facing the sea with his back to people.
"There’s danger ahead."
Lette stopped and looked at him, suddenly laughing.
"That’s convenient because I ca here to eliminate the danger."
The old man laughed as well, "Sir, the sea is accommodating, whether they be truths or lies, it can hold them all."
"But people are not the sea. Faced with the sa choice, your granddaughter Unica did better than both you and your son.
Absolute truth and overflowing lies are out of place in this world.
A half-truthful statent is the way of survival for the world.
The sea is accommodating, but the human heart is complex."
Lette recognized that the old man on the rock was not a living person, nor a ghost.
He was like a natural phenonon, quietly standing on the rock.
But there was a breath about him that Lette felt before on the bone knife.
"So her na is Unica?"
The old man fell silent for a while, then suddenly spoke again.
"Sir, what do you think of the sea?"
Lette thought for a mont and seriously said, "I have seen the majesty of mountains, the vastness of grasslands, and the dense mystery of jungles. But when I see the sea, I feel a sense of dread."
The old man nodded slightly, and his figure gradually dissipated like mist.
Then, a sapphire flew towards Lette, landing in his palm.
"A thank you gift, for one who respects the sea."
Lette slightly furrowed his brows. He didn’t sense any divine power or divinity from this stone.
However, an indescribable power reverberated within it.
"Wow... who would have thought that having a fear of the deep sea would co with a special reward? Is this... indescribable?
It can’t be. Such a high-level form shouldn’t exist in this world.
Tsk, I’ll have to ask Afra later.
Sothing feels like this world isn’t that simple."
Splash... splash...
After the old man disappeared, the seawater in the bay receded as if at low tide, dissipating in no ti at all.
A fishing village buried by the sea for decades erged before Lette.
The Liar Demon, who had been hiding underwater, looked up at Lette in bewildernt, unable to comprehend why the tide suddenly receded.
Seeing this, Lette reached out to put away the sapphire, grinning at the Liar Demon.
"How was it? Comfortable soaking?"
"You ca alone?"
"Of course. One more person ans one more variable. To deal with you, one is enough."
Lette leaped from the high ground into the vanished fishing village.
"I must say, this place isn’t bad at all. Isolated, scenic, and seems to retain a very old architectural style.
It’s a pity this world doesn’t have much archaeology or treasure hunting. I wonder if there are sea monkeys."
The Liar Demon, however, was not as carefree as Lette. He clutched the bone knife at his waist, his eyes never leaving Lette’s body.
By now, he had lost his earlier composure.
He now approached the confrontation with this man in front of him with the mindset of a challenger.
This shift in identity, or the cautiousness ford after correcting previously distorted cognition, was quite profound.
Looking at the vigilant Liar Demon, Lette extended his hand, and the Sin Light Greatsword fell into it.
While his other arm revealed the Holy Shield·Embrace of the Goddess.
Complete with both offense and defense, Lette smiled at his opponent, "Show what you got. I’ve already seen the power of lies before.
To be honest, it’s nothing great."
"You’ve only defeated a small part of . What’s there to boast about?"
"We are both conceptual level, and with no one else around, why deceive yourself with such statents?"
The Sin Light in Lette’s hand pointed at the other, "Conceptual level against non-conceptual level is absolute domination.
But battles between those of the conceptual level rely on the use and negation of concepts.
The amount of power? The presence of energy?
Please, even rule-level fights don’t emphasize that much, okay?
You can’t beat now, and even if you break the Seal, you still can’t beat .
The difference is, the world’s potential for damage increases, that’s all.
I am a peculiar person. I love cleanliness but hate cleaning.
So, in this world, only one destruction-loving person like is enough.
You, you’re redundant."
With that, Lette suddenly charged forward, launching the Holy Knight’s Holy Fighting Skill—Holy Charge!
The Liar Demon imdiately lied about his position and disappeared from where he stood.
But unexpectedly, Lette’s target was not him.
Upon reaching the center, he fiercely planted the Sin Light into the ground. Then he slamd the Embrace of the Goddess hard onto the hilt of the Sin Light.
Bang!
With a loud explosion, Holy Light surged in the sky. Four pillars of light descended, establishing a massive square cage centered on the Sin Light Greatsword and the Holy Shield, enveloping the entire fishing village.
Punishnt, Judgent, Punishnt, and Judgent, the four high-level Great Angels, descended in beams of light, stationed at the four corners.
"Ha! Just a few demigod-level angels trying to trap ?"
Lette, empty-handed, smiled even more broadly.
"If you can, give it a try."
The Liar Demon’s expression was grim. He could sense Lette was not lying.
But he still didn’t believe that with just the imperfect rule power of the Twin Gods and the assistance of four demigod angels, they could trap him, a conceptual level strongman.
Buzz!
The Liar Demon twisted his form and suddenly charged at the Light Barrier.
He then struck fiercely, crashing back to the ground.
"Idiot."
Lette’s eyes were full of mockery, "Did you think they were the core of power? Wrong, the core of power is .
Everything here is imbued with the Power of Ergence.
Do you know the greatest magic of Ergence?
It’s that as long as I wish, I can elevate the energy level of anything to the conceptual level.
Of course, the price is great.
However, this array is different.
If you don’t hit it, it won’t trigger an attack.
If it’s not triggered, it won’t consu energy.
If it is triggered, it ans it’s causing you damage.
Through and through, it’s not wasteful at all.
Designed especially for you, do you like it?"
The Liar Demon’s face was grim. He never expected Lette’s Ergence Power to be so troubleso.
He had encountered other conceptual masters before, such as those specializing in concentration or accumulation, but the ability to elevate other laws and rules to the conceptual level was unheard of!
In conceptual confrontations, if he were well-prepared, he could suppress anyone.
With the conceptual advantage of being able to pre-weave lies, it would be nullified entirely.
The Liar Demon took a deep breath; he knew procrastination was of no benefit to him.
If he let the opponent figure out all his secrets, there’d be no chance for a coback.
He suddenly took out the Fish Bone Sacrificial Knife and stabbed it fiercely into his own neck.
Seeing such a frenzied scene, Lette was not affected at all. He long knew that the Liar Demon had only this one trick left.
Twisted facts, replaced truths, and lies brewed over millennia all turned into power at this mont, flowing into the Liar Demon’s body.
Puff!
A pair of demonic wings sprouted from his back, twisted demonic horns protruded from his head, and his face beca fiercely contorted and fearso.
"Not bad, now you finally look a bit like a demon.
Since you changed, wouldn’t it be out of place if I didn’t change a bit too?"
Lette raised a hand, and the proliferating flesh began to spread over him, gradually forming a formidable set of flesh armor.
Behind him, the God of Flesh’s silhouette appeared faintly.
"Lying is easy, but what’s the price? You’ve tornted Harbor City for so long; do you mind if I replace them in giving you a beating?"
Lette was the first to rush in, throwing a punch squarely at the Liar Demon’s face.
But such a direct attack naturally couldn’t hit the Liar Demon, and the next mont he vanished from sight.
However, when he reappeared, the God of Flesh was already there waiting, delivering a heavy punch.
Boom!
The Liar Demon was caught off guard and was sent flying with a punch infused with real power. He slamd into the Light Barrier again and was scorched by the Light of Law.
Struggling to rise, Lette charged at him again with a swift punch.
The Liar Demon chose to take it head-on this ti, reaching for Lette’s head.
With a bang, his belly was punctured by Lette’s punch, with the Power of Ergence causing significant damage.
The Liar Demon roared fiercely, activating the Power of Concept, turning his breathing and heartbeat into lies.
This move targeted Lette’s mortal body, whereby losing breath and heartbeat would lead to inevitable death.
Yet Lette’s breathing and heartbeat did not vanish, stunning the Liar Demon.
"What did you do?"
"Is it possible that lies are only powerful if soone believes in them?"
Lette smiled at the Liar Demon, "Look around here, it’s just you and . If you lie about , I can choose not to believe it.
An unbelieved lie is just nonsense, without any power!"
Lette withdrew his hand, giving him a hard kick that sent him flying.
The clash between the Power of Ergence and the Power of Lies, with no counteracting relationship, mutually annihilated each other, blowing off one of the Liar Demon’s arms, while Lette’s flesh armor exploded into a mist of blood.
"That’s why I ca alone to find you. This way, there is minimal interference. Also, only I have the conviction strong enough to resist the effects of your lies.
Perhaps after Emily survives the Abyss of Nightmare, she might as well.
But although she has the willpower, she lacks judgnt."
The Liar Demon stared at the advancing Lette, gritting his teeth.
He knew that to confront Lette, he would have to start lying to himself.
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