Chapter 51: You’re not lying to me?

The darkness faded away like receding waves. Fang Cheng found himself standing before the apartment building’s main door.

There wasn’t a single injury on his body, his clothes perfectly clean.

Everything that happened earlier had clearly been an illusion.

But Takezumi Kei stood real before him – wearing ordinary T-shirt and jeans instead of that gaudy pink suit. His face turned ghostly pale, drenched in cold sweat as he stared at Fang Cheng with terrified eyes before scrambling to run.

Fang Cheng activated his short-distance dash. This time the ability worked, instantly closing the distance as he gave chase.

Takezumi Kei reacted fast, whirling around to throw a punch at the sound – only to hit empty air.

He dropped into combat stance but couldn’t track Fang Cheng’s movements, seeing only blurry shadows. His desperate swing connected with nothing, then three brutal impacts smashed into his face, chest and abdomen.

“Agh—!”

Takezumi Kei collapsed backwards without even seeing the attacks. This was Fang Cheng’s self-developed Farmer Three Strikes – no fancy techniques, just pure speed and precision, devastating against amateurs.

Fang Cheng hauled up the whimpering man and kneed him hard in the gut. Takezumi Kei folded like a shrimp, vomiting half-digested food across the floor.

One-handed, Fang Cheng pinned him against the hallway wall by the neck. “Stupid little brother… wait no. Who sent you to kill me?”

Takezumi Kei’s face purpled as he weakly slapped at Fang Cheng’s arm.

“Not talking?” Fang Cheng punched him again. “I’ll beat you to death.”

The choking man’s bloodshot eyes bulged, fingers clawing at the iron grip on his neck – not refusing to answer, but physically unable to speak.

“Oops, my bad.” Fang Cheng loosened his grip just enough for gasped breaths.

He pricked his finger, blood coalescing into a sharp bloody blade that sliced through Takezumi Kei’s pants, revealing pink rabbit-patterned boxers.

Poking the fabric with his crimson blade, Fang Cheng growled: “Tell me who hired you or I’ll cut off your junk and shove it up your ass.”

Still wheezing, Takezumi Kei froze. “I… don’t know… client messages… are encrypted…”

The bloody blade stabbed his thigh. “Lying to me?”

“Aaaah~ Not lying!”

“Truth?”

“Swear!”

“Really?”

“ReallyreallyREALLY! Lying makes me less than human! Aaah~!”

Tears and snot streaked Takezumi Kei’s face as eight bleeding holes decorated his trembling body.

Fang Cheng smiled. “Tell me your ability, or I’ll make you experience what I just went through.”

He jabbed Takezumi Kei twice with his finger.

Takezumi Kei nearly wet himself, wishing he had more mouths to explain faster. He blurted out his ability without hesitation.

The power resembled hypnosis, dragging people into illusions where Takezumi Kei acted like a god – everything he said became reality, though all of it was fake. The only way to turn the illusion real was if the victim felt extreme fear, believing the harm was genuine. That’s why Takezumi Kei wasted time torturing Fang Cheng, trying to build enough terror to make the illusions stick.

Though simple, this ability worked great for surprise attacks – nine out of ten first-time victims got taken out without a doubt. Takezumi Kei had come for quick cash, but met someone who treated injuries and death like old friends.

Previous enemies had gone straight for heart stabs without warning. Compared to them, Takezumi Kei’s dramatic limb-cutting warnings felt like dessert before dinner.

Fang Cheng had felt brief panic when his powers failed, but nowhere near the terror needed. The illusions stayed fake. Trapped victims couldn’t use abilities – this actually helped Fang Cheng realize the truth faster, since his number of lives didn’t change.

After hearing the confession, Fang Cheng suddenly drove his bloody blade into Takezumi Kei’s neck, twisting it upward. The human skin mask tore away, revealing purple-black demon features – lidless eyeballs, upturned nose, and fanged mouth.

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“AHH!” Takezumi Kei shrieked, thrashing in panic. He never thought his monster identity could be exposed so easily.

Fang Cheng examined the demon face curiously – his first real monster sighting. This world had few natural superpowered individuals beyond government-trained ones. Finding a stray was rarer than spotting endangered species. If Fang Cheng had that luck, he’d be buying lottery tickets instead.

But monsters disguised as humans? Tokyo crawled with them doing shady business. High odds of encountering these creatures. Fang Cheng had suspected Takezumi Kei from the start. The ability explanation confirmed it.

“Lying demon, right?” Fang Cheng asked. These small monsters haunted Area 11’s roadsides at night, faking injuries to steal limbs from trusting travelers. He remembered this from online news, not Kanzaki Rin’s documents.

Takezumi Kei stayed silent, but his panicked eyes shouted confirmation. If he was a lying demon, he’d upgraded his basic skills impressively.

Fang Cheng cut to the chase. “You said the employer’s identity is secret. I need to find them. How?”

Takezumi Kei gulped. “I can get the info if you let me go.”

“Just tell me how. I’ll handle it.”

Silence. The demon wasn’t stupid – revealing methods meant death.

Fang Cheng raised his right hand. “I swear on myself and all friends and family – tell the truth, and you walk free. Break this oath, may my bloodline end and family perish.”

In this world where vows held power, especially for monsters, the heavy promise made Takezumi Kei waver.

Sweetness offered, now the sting. Fang Cheng’s bloody blade pressed into the demon’s chest, drawing blood. “Or I’ll buy the info black market. Someone will talk. Your call.”

Agony and mortal fear broke Takezumi Kei. “Use my black market account! Find Tsukikage Hoshi – pay her and she’ll tell you!”

“Where’s your home? Bank card location? Password?”

Takezumi Kei hesitated – those were his life savings. But death’s threat loosened his tongue completely.

Finished, the demon looked up with desperate hope.

“Relax. If you’ve been honest, I’ll keep my word.” Fang Cheng’s smile turned sharp. “Wait – you promised you weren’t lying because you’re human. But you’re not human at all. So you were lying, yes?”

Takezumi Kei’s lidless eyes bulged in horror.