Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

"If these guys decide to get violent later, let's all push back together. We outnumber them, and in the end, they'll be the ones to lose," whispered a bald man at the front of the crowd.

The people around him immediately looked his way with nods of agreement.

Seeing this, the bald man's expression remained stern, but a cold laugh began to echo in his heart.

These fools really were easy to manipulate.

With just a little brainwashing, they had become the most fervent disciples of the Creation Goddess, easy to command like dogs.

He felt not a shred of pity for these stupid people.

Although most of them had been abducted by the Creationist School, besides being social outcasts, there was no other value to them.

The man was named Mark, considered the ringleader among this group.

Of course, he had another identity, that of a former member of the Creationist School, now hidden among the crowd.

After the organization had been destroyed, as the last surviving member, there wasn't much Mark could do.

But if he could use these foolish people as pawns, causing trouble for that demon-like woman, then it was all worthwhile.

Remembering the instructions given to him that night by the masked person claiming to be from the high ranks of the Saint Laurent Empire, Mark's face twisted with malice.

The other party had ordered him to ignite this ticking time bomb at the right time and sling the mud at Ivyst.

In simple terms, these three hundred plus people were destined to be sacrificial lambs.

Their only value was to bring an unprecedented scandal to the Third Imperial Princess of the Empire.

Mark was very well aware that not everyone among these three hundred was brainwashed.

In fact, a great portion of these fools thought they were being clever, believing that the nobles wouldn't dare dispose of over three hundred lives at will, so with greedy thoughts, they prepared to hold out for the best offer.

Thinking like that was a sure path to death.

Mark thought to himself.

Just then, he suddenly saw a handsome young man with black hair and blue eyes walking quickly towards him.

As he walked, he also called out, "Everyone, focus your attention on me!"

His voice was loud, instantly drawing the attention of everyone present, who looked at him with wary expressions.

But the young man didn't stop; he even quickened his pace.

For some reason, Mark detected a glint of fervor and devotion in the young man's eyes, similar to that of the numb masses around.

The next second, he heard the young man speak again, "I was once like you all! Feeling life in this world to be agonizing, having completely lost faith and hope."

"I was listless and wanted to die. Waking up every day to nothing but numbness and despair, all that was left was an overwhelming void."

"Even the people around me looked down on me in contempt, calling me a disgrace, wishing I would just disappear from the world."

"And that's probably what should have happened to me."

"Yet perhaps by fate, in the endless darkness, a light illuminated the way before me."

"I want to say... I was once like you all, and now we are no different."

"As disciples of the Creationist School, let us praise the Goddess!"

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Praise the freaking Goddess!

Watching Lynn's maneuvers, Glaya was dumbstruck.

He gazed at the devout Lynn, and for a moment, part of him actually wanted to believe.

But knowing the guy, it was probably the prelude to some underhanded scheme.

He turned his head and saw that those two Sheriffs had, at some point, placed their hands on their gun holsters.

Seriously, you believe that?

Glaya felt a bit exasperated.

But at that moment, a commotion suddenly arose from the distant crowd.

"Praise the Goddess!"

Among the crowd, many voices echoed back excitedly.

So you believed it too?

Glaya's mouth twitched.

Meanwhile, Lynn maximized his Lie Swallowing ability as he faced the densely packed crowd before him.

While it was somewhat challenging to influence so many people at once with his current power, it was not impossible.

Clearly, Lynn had used his ability to lie, convincing these three hundred and twelve civilians to believe in his faith.

The reason Lynn did this wasn't primarily to complete Ivyst's task.

Right after he had stepped off the carriage, he casually opened his system to take a look.

Unexpectedly, he found an unanticipated gain.

To put it simply, all of the over three hundred people before him were E-ranked characters in the story, among which there was even a hidden C-ranked one.

The sudden surprise made Lynn's eyes light up.

If he could bring everyone's deviation level to the max here, it would be over thirty system points coming his way.

What could be more profitable than this?

Feeling hundreds of gazes staring straight at him, Lynn did not show any signs of fear.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Even in his eyes, these people had become delectable lambs ripe for the picking.

So, Lynn returned to the carriage and brought out a chair.

After that, he sat down with royal ease right in front of the three hundred people.

"As you can see, I am a respectable person of status," he said with composure, "This time, I come with the great expectations of Her Highness Ivyst herself, to resolve your troubles."

"If any of you have difficulties, you can either come to me one by one, or appoint a representative to speak."

"No matter what, I will ensure you a satisfactory outcome."

Under the influence of the Lie Swallowing ability, every word of Lynn's was refreshing and easily garnered the favor of most people present.

Suddenly someone in the crowd spoke up, "What about those nobles and officials forcing us to change our faith? How do you explain that?"

"My friend, I myself am a follower of the Creationist School," Lynn shook his head, "In fact, you should be aware that Orn City advocates religious freedom, otherwise, there wouldn't be other faiths besides the three major churches. So this matter is sheer nonsense, I can assure you."

Seeing this, people first looked at one another, then burst into cheers.

Watching these ignorant and naive lower-class citizens, Lynn remained expressionless.

Should he say they are pitiable?

But in this dog-eat-dog world, compassion and sympathy are the most useless emotions.

Once the people had finally calmed down, Lynn spoke again, "Of course, my promise above comes with a major premise."

"That is, your faith must be truly devout."

"Our faith is certainly devout!"

A strong man with a big beard, standing at the forefront of the crowd, suddenly spoke up boldly.

"Oh?" Lynn suddenly became interested, "Come here, I have some questions for you."

Feeling the urging glances from around, the big-bearded man swallowed hard but still walked up.

"Sir, ask away."

He seemed somewhat nervous.

"Relax, I'm not going to eat you," Lynn smiled at him, "I ask you, why do you believe in the Creation Goddess?"

Big Beard was stunned for a few seconds, then stammered, "At first... I was kidnapped, but later, later I gradually realized the benevolence of my lord, so I bathed in Her glorious light."

"And before you were kidnapped, was your life going smoothly?"

This question seemed to touch a sore spot for Big Beard.

A struggle flashed in his eyes, and after much internal conflict, he finally shook his head, "My wife was unfaithful to me, and even the child she was carrying... wasn't mine... I wanted her to get rid of it, but she threatened me with suicide."

"During that time, I drank every day; my life was a mess. If not for the goddess directing me, I probably wouldn't have survived."

Big Beard, or perhaps more accurately, the cuckolded brother, shared his tragic past in front of others for the first time.

He had thought this might win Lynn's sympathy, thereby granting him entry into the city.

Unexpectedly, he heard a snicker from the youth sitting on the chair.

"You're not qualified!"