I Use Illusions To Control The Whole World Chapter 47
I refuse
Ye Fanyu’s voice suddenly dropped very low. He discreetly glanced toward the Bedroom, where the little girl was still brushing her doll’s hair, then continued, “Killing Tingting shouldn’t be difficult. The only real obstacle is her dead grandma. If we make a move on Tingting, there’s a high chance we’ll have to face her head-on. Especially since none of us can see her—we don’t even know if she’s in the house right now.
I’m guessing she’s not, since in Tingting’s memories, Grandma usually works in the fields during the day and only comes back before nightfall. But just to be safe, I have a plan. We shouldn’t attack here—instead, we should trick Tingting into coming outside first. Among all of us, Tingting probably trusts you the most, Mr. Su. So why don’t you…”
“I don’t agree!” Yang Dongqing suddenly exploded in anger. His fists were clenched tightly, and he glared at Ye Fanyu, “What did Tingting do wrong!? She’s just a victim. There must be another way!”
Ye Fanyu’s face grew even colder, “Mr. Yang, I hope you calm down. She’s not human. She’s a Nightmare Creature. Killing one Nightmare Creature could save all of us. Isn’t that worth it?
Like you said, there are other ways to end a Nightmare besides killing its source—like saving it. This Nightmare was created by Tingting. If we killed all the villagers, then without those evil people, it wouldn’t be a Nightmare anymore. But do you think that’s even possible?
Just us few against hundreds of villagers? We wouldn’t stand a chance. Don’t forget—there’s no food here. Even Transcendents will starve without eating, and they’ll only grow weaker until they can’t even use their abilities. Then what will you use to kill the villagers?”
Ye Fanyu laid out the pros and cons clearly, but Yang Dongqing still responded, “I don’t agree!”
The young man who had just become a Transcendent now showed unprecedented resolve. He gritted his teeth, the veins on his face faintly bulging, and his eyes were already burning with fury.
“I’ll kill all the villagers to avenge Tingting!”
They’re already dead. This is all just a dream!”
“A dream!?” Yang Dongqing’s eyes blazed with an intense, searing light. The metallic sheen on his body grew stronger. “These scumbags don’t even deserve to exist in a dream. Why should they get to bully Tingting for eternity, even after death?
Tell me! Why!!!
They… deserve to die!”
“Crazy! You’re really crazy!” Ye Fanyu was furious too. “Mr. Su, I can’t talk sense into him. You’re a smart man—just follow my plan, and we can return to reality.”
For a moment, both Ye Fanyu and Yang Dongqing turned their gazes to Su Mu.
Ye Fanyu believed Su Mu to be cold-blooded and intelligent—someone who would surely make the rational choice.
As for Yang Dongqing… he clenched his fists. He knew Su Mu was heartless and ruthless, so he was ready to fight both of them. But deep down, he still secretly hoped Su Mu would reject Ye Fanyu’s proposal.
Facing both of their stares, Su Mu smiled faintly, “I refuse.”
Yang Dongqing was stunned, then overjoyed. Ye Fanyu, on the other hand, looked utterly dumbfounded.
“You… you refuse!?” Ye Fanyu couldn’t believe it. “Someone like you actually cares about whether a Nightmare Creature lives or dies!?”
Su Mu adjusted his brown glasses, maintaining his graceful smile, “Mr. Ye, it seems you’ve misunderstood me. Actually… I’ve always been a good person.”
“Ha… haha?” Ye Fanyu let out a strange, grimacing laugh. “You? A good person? So all of you are good people, and I’m the only villain here!”
He pointed to himself with a crazed look. He never imagined that just when he was about to escape the Nightmare, things would turn out like this. His earlier joy had completely vanished.
“I just want to live, damn it. What did I do wrong!?”
“Mr. Ye, you’ve become too attached. In this world, there’s no such thing as right or wrong—only strength. I understand your desire to survive. But I also ask that you respect my decision.”
Su Mu couldn’t choose to kill Tingting just to return to reality. Before he became a Transcendent, and even if he did return now, it would still mean death for him.
At this moment, Ye Fanyu’s expression turned ice-cold. His eyes filled with terrifying killing intent. He spread the fingers of his right hand, and one by one, blazing flames lit up across them.
“You’re right—there is no right or wrong in this world, only the strong and the weak. But… who said I’m the weak one?”
The moment those words fell, the atmosphere froze.
Yang Dongqing stepped forward to stand beside Su Mu. Zhao Chaoyao and the others even drew their machetes, their passionate faces filled with deadly resolve.
Su Mu smiled calmly, “Mr. Ye, if you were truly strong, you would’ve realized the moment you saw me… that you never stood a chance.”
Ye Fanyu smirked coldly, “Looks like my previous restraint gave you all the wrong idea. Back then, we had no irreconcilable conflict, and since we were trapped in the same Nightmare World, killing each other was foolish. That’s why I tolerated everything.
But now, the key to breaking the Nightmare has been found. I no longer need to hold back.
Besides, I’ve already figured out your strength. Yang Dongqing is just a newly awakened Transcendent—he can’t even fully control his powers. And you? You rely on puppets to control a bunch of ordinary people. Your real body is even weaker than them.
Most importantly, during the earlier battles, I saw with my own eyes that your men ran out of bullets. So tell me—what threat do you really pose to me?”
Su Mu’s expression didn’t change, “Who said we ran out of bullets?”
Ye Fanyu’s face twitched slightly. His [Five-Finger Flame Bullets] focused on offense and couldn’t block bullets like Yang Dongqing’s toughened body. If his opponents still had a gun, it could be dangerous.
“Stop bluffing. I saw it with my own eyes—your bullets are gone!”
“You’re right, my men’s bullets are gone. But Mr. Li Qiang’s… are not.”
As soon as those words landed, everyone’s attention turned to the silent man hiding in the corner—Li Qiang.
The quiet, middle-aged man slowly pulled out a black handgun from his waistband. His hands were still trembling uncontrollably.
Ye Fanyu’s heart sank. One gun wasn’t a threat to him—unless he had to face it alone. In a one-on-one, he had no fear. But with Yang Dongqing and the others involved, it was a different story.
“Li Qiang! Don’t you want to live? The opportunity is right in front of you! Kill that little girl, and we can return to reality!”
The middle-aged man, whose back had long been broken by the weight of life, began to tremble even more.
