Chen Jin knelt in the soot of the spiritual weapon workshop, with the iron sign of "Frauder" taped to his chest. He was so hungry that his stomach juices burned through his throat. The Beidi cavalry trampled the border, and the court sent reminder documents. Everyone was waiting to see how he died. There is an iron law in this world: any lie that is stated publicly will be recorded as "history" by the world itself and distort reality. Shen Jin faced the notice on the city wall and spoke word by word: "I drew the drawings for the core of the spiritual weapon." No one believed it. But when the steam gears began to flow backwards, the mineral veins were transferred out of thin air, and the names in the book of life and death were quietly erased - everyone discovered that lies were becoming the new rules. He tampered with the allocation of resources, crushed his former enemies into pieces on the track of "God's work", and forced the Spiritual Weapons Chamber of Commerce to hand over the production line on their knees. The old sect issued a pursuit order, and the imperial spies were sharpening their knives in the dark. But every time you lie, you have to sacrifice memories and emotions. When the corrective disaster struck, Shen Jin finally understood: what he wanted to erase most was not the blood at the border, but the humiliating night that made him the laughing stock of the whole city. A mixture of blood and engine oil oozed between his fingers, and he whispered: "Since the world believes lies, I will turn it into the truth - even if the last one to disappear is myself."
