I Use Illusions To Control The Whole World Chapter 33
I like the scent of jasmine
BOOM!
Yang Dongqing charged into the crowd like a raging tiger, his face twisted in fury. Each punch he threw was packed with rage, smashing into the villagers with terrifying force.
[Iron Will] erupted with frightening power at that moment.
This was his Transcendent ability—his steel body grew stronger in response to inner drives like emotion, will, and belief.
Under his explosive outburst, the two villagers in the courtyard were quickly knocked down. But he didn’t stop there—he stood alone at the gate, blocking it as more villagers rushed in.
At that moment, Su Mu, escorted by his subordinates, finally entered through the gate.
Seeing Yang Dongqing’s furious back, Su Mu’s smile deepened. Still not under my control?
In truth, he was bluffing. Hypnosis wasn’t some all-powerful magic. Even in the Dream World, he had to use Mental Power constantly to brainwash the Viper Gang thugs, repeating the process for months to secure their loyalty. As for someone like Nan Mo, whom he had only met a few times? No chance.
In other words, if he truly died here, Nan Mo—who hadn’t been hypnotized in a while—would break free on her own. Nothing would happen to her.
Su Mu dared. And if he lost that gamble, it would only mean… this world really is full of heroes.
Once everyone made it through the gate, Ye Fanyu suddenly raised his right hand and splayed his fingers wide, his left hand gripping his right wrist. “Get out of the way!”
As soon as he shouted, flames lit up at the tips of all five fingers on his right hand.
FWOOSH! FWOOSH! FWOOSH!
As the flames ignited, Yang Dongqing felt a sudden surge of scorching heat behind him. He immediately broke free from the villagers in front of him and dove toward the dirt path.
[Five-Finger Flame Bullet]!
Five highly compressed flame bullets shot out, spinning and intertwining in the air, merging into a fist-sized fireball.
It blazed through the air like a meteor, illuminating the courtyard and distorting the air from its heat. A long trail of flame lit up the shocked faces of everyone in its path.
BOOM—!
The explosion sounded like a small artillery shell. A powerful blast of flame lit up the surroundings as a shockwave ripped through the air, sweeping villagers away like ragdolls. Sparks flew everywhere, forming a blazing sea of fire.
Yang Dongqing had just risen from the ground. His eyes flashed with awe—what power!
If Ye Fanyu had used that move on him earlier, even his steel body would’ve been injured.
No wonder Ye Fanyu, a Transcendent who had survived three Dream Worlds, was so formidable. If it really came down to a fight, as a newly awakened Transcendent, he would still fall short—unless he managed to get in close.
The thought flashed through his mind as he dashed into the house.
BANG!
The heavy wooden door slammed shut.
Only then did everyone finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Ye Fanyu, panting, said, “As long as we stay inside during the day, we’ll be fine. The shadow never appears during daylight, and there’s usually no danger in the houses.”
It took him a long time to recover. That earlier blast had clearly drained him.
Inside the house, Yang Dongqing glared at Su Mu, his eyes still burning with rage.
Su Mu rose from the stretcher, leaned on his cane, and walked up to Yang Dongqing. Smiling, he patted his shoulder and whispered in his ear, “Congratulations. You’ve saved Miss Jasmine once again.”
Yang Dongqing clenched his fists tightly. His veins bulged. He said nothing and went to sit in a corner alone.
Ye Fanyu noticed the odd exchange, squinting slightly as if pondering something.
The room fell into silence again. After such a close brush with death, no one felt like talking. Everyone was trying to calm down—especially after watching several people die right in front of them.
Wang Li, more fragile than the rest, curled up in a corner, her head buried between her knees as she wept quietly.
After this battle, Ye Fanyu’s group had lost two members—Wang Tao and Zhao Gang. Su Mu’s side had lost three.
Yet Su Mu didn’t look the least bit sad. He was still curiously watching the villagers through the window.
The fire Ye Fanyu released hadn’t caused a blaze in the village. Either it couldn’t last long, or some mysterious force of the nightmare had extinguished it. Whatever the reason, it faded quickly.
The villagers that had previously rushed in must have been blasted back.
Under Su Mu’s gaze, after a few seconds, the villagers began gathering again, pouring into the courtyard. More and more of them appeared. Their faces remained blank, like zombies, until the entire courtyard was packed tight.
Strangely, even though they filled the space, none of them tried to break down the wooden door. They just stared at it in dead silence, as if some mysterious force kept them at bay.
They stood rigid, soundless, casting a heavy gloom over the courtyard.
Su Mu stared at them through the window. He tilted his head slightly, allowing his glasses to slip down just enough to reveal his glowing eyes. His Mental Power surged out, locking onto a teenage male villager.
He attempted to hypnotize the villager, but no matter how much Mental Power he poured in, it had no effect—as if he was trying to influence a corpse, not a living being.
The villagers stood silently in the courtyard for about five minutes before slowly turning around, one by one, and dragging their feet as they left Su Mu’s view.
“That’s just how the villagers are. Once you’re inside, they won’t attack anymore.” Ye Fanyu had somehow appeared beside the window.
“But don’t open the door under any circumstances. They may look like they’ve left, but they’re hiding just outside. The moment that door opens, they’ll all rush in. Oh, and shut the curtains too. No matter what you hear outside, don’t look. Someone in our group once fell for it—said they saw their family outside, insisted on opening the window to let them in. A lot of people died that day.”
Su Mu turned back, pushed up his amber glasses to cover his glowing eyes again, and reached into his coat pocket. To Ye Fanyu’s surprise, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes with jasmine blossoms printed on it. He took one out and placed it expertly between his lips.
“Want one?”
Ye Fanyu paused. His eyes locked onto the cigarette, and he felt a deep craving. He was a smoker too, but had run out of cigarettes long ago in the Dream World.
“Sure.”
Su Mu pulled out another and handed it to him.
Ye Fanyu accepted it, but before putting it in his mouth, he looked at it carefully. “What brand is this? I’ve never seen it before.”
Su Mu smiled. “I like the scent of jasmine, so I had these custom-made—jasmine-flavored cigarettes.”
In the corner, Yang Dongqing’s body visibly trembled. His fists clenched even tighter.
