Villains' Sisters Yearn for my Copious Mana

Chapter 67: Using propaganda against them

Max and the twins picked up more common equipment for a player.

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

They got those clothes from fallen players. Similarly, Max used their memories to lay a proper ground for his plan.

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

It didn't take long because many victims were spread across the continent. There were also far fewer players, 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 players 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 players, 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! How come there's such a big deal here?!" the player screamed, his body trembling as he stared at the incoming beast.

The beast flew through the sky, seemingly like a jet. His real appearance was close to an oversized eagle with white-black 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 player 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 player's shoulder, "The more beasts we kill, the more food we get."

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

How come 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 player'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 player.

"Humanity lacks 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 player 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 players. 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 glanced at the party's leader with respect, smiling, "What team are you on?"

"Red Team X," the player said, then added, "We have teamed up with powerful players, 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 player confirmed his identity.

There was a problem, though.

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

But as Max had a group of ordinary people behind them, he smiled amiably, using players' 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 players and their checks.

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

The player 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 is coming. Even though it's summer, the night gets cold. And there are still beasts lurking around, so we must bring everyone to the holy land before midnight.

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

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

The player felt a chill going down his back.

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

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

After Max disappeared on the horizon, the player 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 suspicion landed 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 exclamation. 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 players who struggled with even E-ranked beasts.

And when Max was before the holy land, a group of S-ranked players 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.

Max laughed, 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 players, "On your journey toward the holy land, you have asked people about their former occupation. You knew they were salarymen, 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's laughter 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 holy land. 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."

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