161: Chapter 161 You call this pixelation a divine beast manifestation? Your graphics card needs replacing.

Gu Changan held a black police tactical flashlight in his hand, his thumb resting on the tail switch.

Above his head, that tens-of-meters-long Five-Clawed Golden Dragon was still baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

Manager Zhang stood in the darkness, clutching a microphone and watching Gu Changan's movements with a cold sneer in his heart.

Using a flashlight to shine on a divine Dragon? This guy must be mentally ill.

He immediately gave a command to the System in his mind, making the dragon's special effects even more realistic and its momentum even grander.

The golden Dragon in mid-air suddenly lowered its head and let out a deafening roar in Gu Changan's direction.

The sound waves were so strong that the glass doors of the sales office rattled loudly.

The elderly men and women kneeling nearby were so frightened they huddled together, kowtowing repeatedly while muttering for the Dragon King to appease his anger.

Gu Changan's expression remained unchanged. He raised his wrist slightly, aiming at the massive dragon head in mid-air.

His thumb pressed down hard on the switch.

"Click."

An extremely blinding, high-intensity beam of light shot out from the front of the flashlight.

This wasn't an ordinary flashlight; it was a strobe-level high-intensity light used by riot police to instantly blind criminals.

The beam of light, like a sharp sword, sliced directly through the thick white mist and hit the golden Dragon's forehead with precision.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

Under the direct glare of the intense light, the originally lifelike and majestic scales of the golden Dragon suddenly underwent a violent visual distortion.

Immediately following that, a large area of obvious square mosaic patches appeared where the dragon's head was.

The golden flames also stopped moving, turning into rigid, jagged pixels.

And that wasn't all.

Gu Changan rotated his wrist, and the beam of light swept backward along the golden Dragon's massive body.

The light beam penetrated the phantom and shone directly onto the roof of the unfinished, derelict building opposite the sales office.

There, a row of dark metal machines was emitting a low, rhythmic hum.

Several massive glass probes at the front of the machines were projecting intersecting light sources into the air.

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone looked up, staring at the "Divine Dragon" with a mosaic on its forehead.

The dragon roars were still blaring from the speakers, but the image looked incredibly ridiculous no matter how one viewed it.

Gu Changan picked up a megaphone, his voice drowning out the dragon roars from the speakers.

"Take a good look, everyone. This is the Divine Beast you were kowtowing to."

Gu Changan waved his flashlight toward the machines on the opposite roof.

"An imaging System composed of an array of six high-power holographic projectors."

"Manager Zhang, is this equipment second-hand?"

Gu Changan turned to look at Manager Zhang, who was hiding behind the crowd.

"The resolution is so low that a bit of bright light turns it into a mosaic. Your graphics card configuration isn't up to snuff. Did you spend all the money for the equipment on printing flyers instead?"

The smugness on Manager Zhang's face instantly froze.

All the blood in his body rushed to his head.

The secret was out!

The elderly folks below weren't fools either. Seeing the flickering mosaic and the machines on the roof, they all stood up.

"What is that? Are they showing a movie?"

"I thought a real dragon had descended to the mortal world. Isn't this just a deceptive trick!"

"Refund! Refund my subscription deposit!"

The crowd began to get restless. A few hot-tempered old men had already rolled up their sleeves and were rushing toward the scale model.

Manager Zhang panicked and roared into his walkie-talkie, "Turn it off! Turn the damn equipment off right now!"

The power to the machines on the roof was cut.

The mosaic golden Dragon in mid-air flickered twice and completely vanished into the thick mist.

Manager Zhang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, picked up the microphone, and shouted while bracing himself.

"Everyone, don't misunderstand! The divine dragon shows its head but never its tail! It has simply withdrawn its Divine Ability and returned to the Heavenly Realm!"

"This is a miracle! It is the manifestation of the Luck of this auspicious land!"

No one believed his nonsense, and the voices demanding their money back grew louder and louder.

Just then, the piercing sound of sirens came from outside the sales office.

Red and blue police lights tore through the white mist outside.

Three law enforcement vehicles with "Environmental Protection" and "Quality Supervision" logos parked at the entrance of the sales office.

Over a dozen staff members in protective suits carrying various testing kits walked in quickly.

Gu Changan put down his flashlight and nodded to the lead official.

"Start the testing."

As soon as the two air quality monitors were turned on, the red alarm lights began to flash frantically.

A sharp beeping sound echoed through the sales office lobby.

The staff member glanced at the screen and immediately used a megaphone to announce to everyone present.

"Based on preliminary on-site testing, the PM2.5 index in this area is severely off the charts."

"Air humidity is as high as 99%."

"The mist contains industrial aromatic hydrocarbons and trace amounts of chemical neurostimulants that severely exceed safety standards."

The official stared at Manager Zhang. "Staying here for a month would certainly lead to rheumatism, asthma, and heavy metal poisoning."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire lobby completely erupted.

The homebuyers who had just felt as light as swallows now felt their throats tightening and their chests becoming stuffy.

Gu Changan walked up to the old lady who had just thrown away her crutch.

He pointed at the leg of her pants.

"Auntie, earlier it was because the chemical stimulants and your heat pack were working together."

"Now touch your knee; doesn't it feel even colder than before?"

Skeptical, the old lady bent down and squeezed her knee a couple of times.

Because the surrounding air humidity had reached its limit, her clothes had long been soaked. Once the initial heat wore off, the damp, cold air seeped directly into her bones.

The old lady cried out in pain and collapsed onto the ground, her face turning pale.

"My leg! It hurts so much!"

"Manager Zhang, you beast! You're using poison gas to swindle us commoners out of our life-saving money!"

The old lady grabbed her crutch from the ground and swung it with all her might at Manager Zhang's head.

Manager Zhang dodged the crutch, but he had already been backed into a corner.

The cries for refunds grew louder and louder, and the entrance was blocked tight by the angry crowd.

It was over; his reputation was completely ruined.

If he didn't turn things around, not only would he fail to sell a single house, but these people would skin him alive.

He glared at Gu Changan, his eyes filled with madness.

"Since you refuse to do this the easy way, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

He frantically called out to the System in his mind.

"System! Convert all the shock points for me! I want the strongest attack special effects!"

"Summon Heavenly Thunder for me! Strike this man named Gu dead!"

The System sent back feedback.

Consuming all remaining balance to download the top-tier disaster special effects library.

Thunderstorm special effects loading.

The sky outside the sales office suddenly darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A gust of wild wind blew from out of nowhere, swirling up dust and waste paper from the ground.

An incredibly low and oppressive rumble of thunder began to play from the speakers.

"Rumble—"

A massive clap of thunder exploded overhead, making people's eardrums ache.

Manager Zhang spread his arms and laughed maniacally toward the sky.

"Heavenly punishment has arrived! This is the price for provoking the True God!"

The homebuyers were frightened by the commotion again, and they all crouched down with their heads in their hands, fearing that lightning would actually strike in the next second.

Manager Zhang pointed at Gu Changan's nose. "Kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake now, and I might still leave you with an intact corpse!"

Before he could finish speaking.

The thunder in the speakers suddenly changed its tone.

The originally deafening roar suddenly stuttered.

"Rumble—Sizzle... Sizzle... Zzt zzt..."

It was as if a low-quality tape had been jammed in a recorder, emitting an extremely sharp and unpleasant sound of electrical scratching.

Then, all the lights went out, and even the dry ice machines and humidifiers stopped puffing.

The wild wind special effects stopped, and the thunder in the speakers also died out.

The sales office fell into an awkward silence.

Manager Zhang stood there with his mouth open, maintaining that arrogant pose of pointing at the heavens and the earth, completely stunned.

What happened? Where's the thunder? Where the hell did the System go!

Manager Zhang roared in his heart.

Gu Changan walked over to the distribution box and brushed the dust off his hands.

Standing next to him was Chen Xiaobei, holding a pair of insulated pliers. With a single snip just now, he had directly cut the main power line of the sales office.

Gu Changan looked at Manager Zhang and spoke in a flat tone.

"The sound effects were indeed quite good; the subwoofer was very impressive."

"It's just that your backup power supply is too weak; it failed as soon as the mains power was cut."

"Manager Zhang, why is this Heavenly Thunder skipping like a broken record? You've botched the performance this time, haven't you?"

Manager Zhang stared deathly at Gu Changan, his lips bitten until they bled.

The homebuyers finally understood everything.

What Thunder God's wrath? A deity that couldn't even handle a power outage—what kind of deity was that!

The angry crowd completely lost their reason, cursing as they lunged toward the scale model.

Manager Zhang scrambled and crawled behind the sales office counter.

"Gu Changan! You forced my hand!"

Manager Zhang's features twisted together.