Lizer informed Gloria of the deduced outcome from the Internal Affairs Bureau's intervention.
Gloria immediately felt deeply troubled. Neither this nor that worked; what on earth should they do?
Seeing Lizer frowning deeply and also out of ideas, she sighed:
"Ah, forget it.
If there's no other way, the worst case is I just quit being this deputy director.
I'll have my old man take me back to the provincial capital. Don't worry about me, you guys."
Lizer and Felina were rendered speechless. It seemed Gloria also had a powerful background. No wonder she could forcefully snatch the deputy director position from Wilson, a subordinate of Viscount Weissman.
Gloria stuck out her tongue and said apologetically:
"It's not that I deliberately kept it from you, but I really didn't want people to know about my old man's affairs.
After all, I am me, and my dad is my dad."
Gloria then explained that her father was the Deputy Director of the Monte Province Public Security Department, though very few people outside knew about this.
This background was indeed solid enough.
However, Viscount Weissman was a enfeoffed lord, so her father would probably find it hard to directly intervene in this matter.
But ensuring Gloria wasn't bullied and transferring her back to the provincial department afterwards would certainly be no problem.
They had originally worried that Gloria would actually be convicted of this charge and sentenced, but now it seemed it definitely wouldn't come to that.
Because according to procedure, the final decision required approval from the provincial department, so it was impossible for Gloria to be sentenced.
But to really let Gloria bear the infamy and thus lose the position of deputy director...
Not to mention that the highly righteous Gloria would definitely feel terrible, Lizer also felt somewhat apologetic, so they still needed to figure out a solution.
Lizer thought for a moment. Combining the matters of Bobby and Rice, he had a bit of an idea. He prepared to fabricate a superficially reasonable story, but the difficult part was dealing with the potential lie-detection witchcraft:
"Gloria, just say this:
You received an anonymous report that someone and Wilson were going to kill me.
When you arrived, they were just about to kill me.
You accidentally shot and killed him.
As a result, his companion ran away.
You are currently investigating the matter."
Lizer planned to state in his upcoming deposition:
Lizer saw Wilson meeting with a strange man.
The strange man ordered Lizer to be killed.
Lizer was taken to Wilson's house. Just as he was about to be killed, the police arrived and Wilson was shot.
That strange man also escaped.
Under lie-detection witchcraft, such a 'truthful' description would yield a result of truth.
Because there are no lies in this, only the timeline of the facts is slightly reversed.
For example, Lizer was actually first taken to Wilson's house before seeing Rice and Wilson meet.
But the lie-detection witchcraft cannot detect that the chronological order of these two statements is reversed.
Moreover, such a deposition misleads others into believing there is a causal relationship between these statements.
For example, outsiders would think Lizer was ordered to be killed because he saw Wilson and the strange man.
But in reality, there is no causality between the two.
And lie-detection witchcraft does not possess the ability to judge causal relationships; it can only detect that these statements are all true.
Although this would leave investigators with more questions:
Like who reported the crime, who that middle-aged man was, none of this would have anything to do with Gloria anymore.
Answers like "I don't know, I can't remember, my head hurts" would all work, or even appropriate silence.
Lizer's goal wasn't to cooperate with the case investigation, but to clear Gloria's name.
Hearing this, Gloria looked at Lizer with gratitude:
"But getting you involved like this might put you in danger too."
Lizer laughed in response:
"If it doesn't work out, the worst-case scenario is having your dad bail both of us out.
But I think it's highly feasible, because the other party isn't clear on the whole event. By stringing together some originally unrelated facts, we can construct a superficially reasonable story.
Besides, you have a background after all. As long as the investigation is passable, they won't dare to act recklessly.
We'll cooperate then. If they try to force any excessive questions, you just interrupt them."
After listening to Lizer's detailed explanation again, Gloria and Felina were left with nothing but deep admiration for him.
How exactly did this boy's brain grow? Gloria joked:
"Kid, you're so familiar with evading lie-detection witchcraft. Did you used to lie like this often?"
Lizer raised an eyebrow and replied:
"Hmph! Now you know how awesome I am, why aren't you bowing in submission!"
Hearing this, Gloria reverted to her violent boss-lady self and threw a slap at Lizer's head:
"Bow in submission?
I'm warning you, kid, don't try your dirty jokes on me!"
Seeing the matter that had just been worrying them resolved in an instant by Lizer, a greatly relieved Felina giggled as she watched the two bicker.
Lizer rubbed his slightly aching head and reminded:
"There's another detail to note:
Both your police station and the Internal Affairs Bureau have the Corpse Questioning Spell. You need to worry about them directly using it on Wilson."
The reason Lizer remembered the Corpse Questioning Spell was because this zero-circle witchcraft was in the Internal Affairs Bureau's merit exchange manual.
It could temporarily awaken a recently deceased, intact corpse. Within 30 minutes, one could ask the corpse 5 questions, and the corpse would answer truthfully according to its own cognition.
This witchcraft was very peculiar and widely used. It required 40 points to exchange for it in the Internal Affairs Bureau.
Moreover, the manual noted that outside of the police station and the Internal Affairs Bureau, it was very difficult to exchange for this special witchcraft. Lizer planned to exchange for it in the future when he had more merit points.
This should be an essential spell for intelligence personnel.
Sometimes the words of the dead are more useful than those of the living!
Gloria grew tense upon hearing this:
"That's true!
Oh, I remember now. It seems that once a corpse has been subjected to necromantic witchcraft, the Corpse Questioning Spell cannot be used on it again.
Should I arrange for someone to go to the storehouse to get a necromantic witchcraft item and use it on Wilson's corpse right now?"
Lizer thought about it and shook his head in denial:
"That would leave too many traces and make it easy for others to catch us out.
Felina will have to step in this time. Later, you take us near where Wilson's corpse is stored, and then Felina can direct Bobby to possess it for a moment."
Gloria patted her ample chest to calm her roller-coaster-like nerves, and once again expressed her sincere gratitude:
"Lizer, I'm so lucky to have met you!
Your wisdom is simply unmatched. Such a troublesome matter, and you solved it just by thinking about it.
Oh, if we can pass this smoothly, I will definitely repay you well. Tell me, what do you want?"
Lizer stared at Gloria:
Her tight red uniform outlined her exquisite curves; her waist was as slender as a willow, and her chest was full and perky.
Beneath the hem of her skirt, her legs were long and straight. A head of curly blonde hair fell over her shoulders, her red lips were like fire, and her flowing gaze carried a hint of charm.
He swallowed hard...
Beside them, Felina heard Gloria's words and saw Lizer's reaction. She became secretly vigilant, secretly pinching Lizer's arm hard and whispering in his ear:
"You promised me, half a year!"
Oh, that damn half a year!
Lizer forcefully turned his face away, swallowed hard again, and laughed generously:
"Gloria, as long as you don't mind the trouble of being with me, that's enough.
Besides, we are allies!"
"Right! We are allies!"
Gloria also noticed Lizer's reaction. What had never seemed significant to her before now caused a faint warmth to rise to her cheeks.
She immediately replied upon hearing him, hoping to cover up her momentary lapse.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...