Wu Sheng: the Whole Village Plays Me for Three Hundred Years

My name is Chen Guan, the only warrior in Yinlong Village. He chops firewood, embroiders, and forges iron every day, and practices hard under the guidance of the system, just to one day protect this peaceful village. Until a group of notorious "magic masters" entered the village. The uncle who chopped firewood "hurriedly" swung the hatchet, but the wind of the knife happened to shatter the enemy's meridians. The embroidery aunt "accidentally" dropped the needle and thread, and the silver needle accurately sealed the sea of ​​​​people. The old yellow dog was "frightened" and pounced, and its sharp teeth coincidentally crushed the opponent's magic weapon. After all the villains were wiped out, the villagers turned around and gave me the same honest smiles as before. The system went silent for the first time at this moment, and then a cold warning popped up: [Warning: World view synchronization rate drops to 47%] [Suggestion: Stop thinking "why are they so strong". That night, by some strange combination of circumstances, I made my way to the back mountain. Under the moonlight, the leader of the Grandmaster who was "killed" during the day was squatting by the lake clinking bowls and drinking with his uncle who cut firewood. "Boss Chen, how was my acting performance today?" "The blood pack was sprayed too early. Pay attention next time." "How long do we have to play that kid?" Uncle Chopping Wood looked at my house and said in a very low voice: "Play until the day when he... Is strong enough to accept 'we are all liars'." I slipped back into the room feeling cold. The system light curtain lit up again, and there was a hint of helplessness between the lines: [Task update: Please pretend you don't know anything. [New hidden goal: Find out why they act. [And—what is true in this world?