Chapter 67: Using propaganda against them


    Max and the twins picked up moremon equipment for a yer.


    They donned themselves in quite ufortable leather clothes. They even equipped helmets like some soldiers, treading the grounds carefully.


    They got those clothes from fallen yers. Simrly, Max used their memories toy a proper ground for his n.


    For now, they wanted to feign their status as one of Smith''s houses'' yers. And then, they would team up with other yers with their new memories guiding them.


    It didn''t take long because many victims were spread across the continent. There were also far fewer yers, so ordinary people could only pray for someone to find and help them.


    "Let us help you," Max said, lifting piles of a crumbled house with his superhuman strength…


    A human below him thanked with sincerity, "A newly awakened human! You are our savior!"


    And behind them, he had his family trapped in catastrophe. They looked drained and skinner, their skins dangerously pale.


    Zamira fished out a bottle of water, then packed food. She passed them to everyone from the saved man''s family, including him.


    At the same time, Max went to another victim, helping people out. He continued doing that until one of the yers noticed him.


    "From what house are you?" he asked Max, gazing at him with relieved eyes. It seemed like Max didn''t have to answer him, for the man just asked because of protocols. He was just happy that people were helping out ordinary citizens.


    Max was ready with an answer, though. He had seen memories of many yers, after all… He even had names prepared for himself and his twins in case they wanted to make some checks.


    The beast''s screeches rang out before Max could answer, though.


    ROAR!


    "Oh no! It''s an A-ranked beast! Howe there''s such a big deal here?!" the yer screamed, his body trembling as he stared at the iing beast.


    The beast flew through the sky, seemingly like a jet. His real appearance was close to an oversized eagle with white-ck feathers. His beak was coated in mana, and he was surely a strong beast.


    Max narrowed his eyes, "A-ranked beast. Only such a beast would dare to try us out."


    "We must evacuate as many people as possible!" the yer inferred, looking out for his other party members. And since everyone heard the beast''s howls, they also looked out for each other.


    Max smiled, patting the yer''s shoulder, "The more beasts we kill, the more food we get."


    "Huh?" the yer blinked, gazing at Max with confusion. Perhaps this yer was someone from the higher ranks inmon equipment? But such equipment was reserved for at least E-ranked yers!


    Howe someone with a higher rank would wear it?


    Max didn''t answer any questions. He stared at the eagle, reading his movements with his Mana Read. The beast was fast, yet Max could see him as if in slow motion. He also locked his senses on him.


    In his right hand, Mana Lightning Bolt cracked.


    That element and mana behind it caused goosebumps and cold swear run down the yer''s spine.


    Max threw the bolt like an Olympic champion, his power howling louder than the beast. In the blink of an eye, the eagle''s head exploded, his vast body dropping onto the crumbled house.


    He rolled down the piles, stopping a few meters away from Max and the yer.


    "Humanitycks food, water, and shelter," Max said, turning around to other people in need, "A lot of food must have gotten wasted in the catastrophe. The A-ranked beast''s flesh also should increase your mana and strength.


    Take care of it, and split it between ordinary people. They need strength to move and higher resilience to heal their wounds," Max spoke in an authoritative tone, his words forcing the yer to agree.


    He called his buddies and started dissecting the eagle. They knew how to do it, for the three families taught them. It was still scary, though.


    That was an A-ranked beast, and they never had a chance to even touch the dead body. Now, they were tasked to dissect it and turn him edible.


    Max continued helping people. Twins also did a good job, passing their food and water reserves.


    At some point, everyone had a grill with the vast eagle''s meat.


    After a grill, it was time to move forward. Of course, Max could''ve used his portal to help these people, but that wouldn''t solve the propaganda problem.


    He could only tread forward with them by their side.


    After around three hours, Max saw another group of yers. One of them approached Max''s group, looking at the citizens with wide eyes. Everyone was rather healthy and full of energy, which was rare nowadays.


    He nced at the party''s leader with respect, smiling, "What team are you on?"


    "Red Team X," the yer said, then added, "We have teamed up with powerful yers, so we had a much easier time!"


    He pointed at Max, who then said a fake name. Of course, that name was registered in Smith''s database, so the yer confirmed his identity.


    There was a problem, though.


    "You are… E-ranked yer, aren''t you?" the man asked, looking suspicious.


    But as Max had a group of ordinary people behind them, he smiled amiably, using yers'' propaganda against them, "I''ve awakened a new power in the catastrophe, haven''t I? What are you talking about?"


    "Why do they question our savior?" the ordinary people asked, growing suspicious of yers and their checks.


    They just wanted to go to the holynd and be part of humanity again. Why would those with mana and supernatural strength do so many checks and ask unnecessary questions?


    The yer with the database in his hand couldn''t refute their words. He also couldn''t talk with Max with so many people around him, for it would go against the Smith Household''s wishes.


    Thus, he said, "Follow me."


    "I refuse," Max grinned, adding words to make himself look holy, "The night ising. Even though it''s summer, the night gets cold. And there are still beasts lurking around, so we must bring everyone to the holynd before midnight.


    I don''t want to waste time, so excuse us," Max said.


    And when no one except the yer with the database could see his expression, Max sneered as if looking down on a clown.


    The yer felt a chill going down his back.


    He couldn''t exin what that was… But he was surely made a fool, wasn''t he?


    And as Max moved, everyone followed him, even yers who strictly followed Smith''s rules and propaganda.


    After Max disappeared on the horizon, the yer whispered, "I must contact the headquarters."


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    It was close to midnight.


    Max and his new team went through many other groups. Each group asked him for his identity, name, and power. They were all greeted with fake information.


    And when their suspicionnded on Max, he smiled brightly.


    People behind him roared, "Lord Savior has awakened his power in the catastrophe!"


    No one could question Max after such a wave of exmation. In fact, ordinary people were more fed up with those checks than Max and the twins.


    Of course, Max had more people, for earthlings preferred to follow him instead of yers who struggled with even E-ranked beasts.


    And when Max was before the holynd, a group of S-ranked yers surrounded him.


    They wore the highest-quality equipment, looking like someone from another world. Their armors shone, robes tightly stuck to their clothes, and their weapons shimmered in stars as if their mana twinkled.


    "Who are you?" One of them questioned Max.


    Maxughed, spreading his arms, "I am Lord Savior."


    And as Max imbued his voice with mana, everyone, including the head of Smith Household, heard him.


    "Hear me out, everyone that I have saved and fed! Have you noticed their equipment, their checks, and their coordination around the world?" Max asked questions that suddenly sounded so right and weird that all humans behind him nodded.


    Max sneered, his words scaring yers, "On your journey toward the holynd, you have asked people about their former upation. You knew they were srymen, cleaners, cashiers, businessmen, and so on! You have learned about their work!


    Now, look at them! How can a cashier and businessman have such teamwork and respect? How can people suddenly have such coordination that they work seamlessly all over the continent?


    And where the hell did they make their equipment? Don''t tell me a god sent this stuff to them! Haha!" Max''sughter boomed in the vicinity.


    All ordinary people''s hearts sank, for they realized they had been lied to.


    It was just impossible to get such coordination in a few days. Those people must have been working together for years. They must have been wielding mana for years and used their equipment against the monsters!


    They knew about the beasts and mana!


    "W-What the hell is going on?!"


    "Why won''t they teach us… mana too?!"


    "If they knew about it, they could''ve prepared shelters against monsters, couldn''t they?! They could have saved more lives and prevented such disaster!"


    A few minutes after such questions rang out, the strongest man from Smith Household came out from the holynd. He was one of three old geezers, the person on Max''s killing list.


    He came out wearing military clothes, like an agent.


    He held a pistol with a silencer in his left hand. His other hand held an M4A1 with a silencer.


    Those weapons were imbued with mana.


    Max canted his head, sneering as he looked at his enemy, "Guns, huh… Now, I feel like in America."