I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 646 The Last Supper
"Those fire demons ran off to Venus?"

"That's what Director Zhuya said. If you want to confirm, why don't you go and take a look?"

Yu suggested that Qiong Mei could "fly in light" and travel to Venus in just a few minutes, which is the time it takes to go out to buy groceries.

"Forget it, what's so interesting about it?"

Holding the "Golden Book of the Sun," Qiong Mei decisively shook her head. Now that she had mastered the power of "Radiance," it was time to make up for her lack of "skills."

Why go to Venus? Just to watch the Fire Demons dig? Their old rival, Manolos, is gone.

"I'd better study these techniques for utilizing sunlight."

Because of the birth of 'someone's' child, Sora felt the pressure and is working hard to become stronger: although she doesn't know exactly how strong Yu means by 'strong enough'.

Furthermore, a lack of foresight leads to immediate trouble; acquiring this "Sun Sutra" signifies a conflict with the ancient Egyptian sun god Ra; while Qiong Mei may be a homebody, she is by no means weak.

So what if it's the Sun God? We'll fight it first!
With her current power, if she had claimed to be the sun god a few years ago, she could have made the whole world bow down to her.

"Okay, then let's just ignore them."

Yu didn't care about the Fire Demon Clan who were digging, moving bricks, and smelting high-temperature resistant metals on Venus: anyway, whether it was the leader or the soldiers, they were all busy cultivating and building, and they were busy for 5832 hours a day without him putting pressure on them.

That's right, it takes Venus 5832 hours to complete one rotation, which is equivalent to 243 days!
So on Venus, the sun rises in the west and stays in the sky for several months before setting in the east, making a 'day' incredibly long.

Of course, because of Venus's unique and extremely thick atmosphere, the sun is not visible to the naked eye; and because of the atmosphere's 'greenhouse effect,' the entire planet remains at a temperature of over 400 degrees Celsius, without drastic temperature changes.

This is because Venus is in 'reversal'.

Simply put, other planets rotate clockwise on their own axis while revolving around the sun.

However, Venus rotates counterclockwise, and at a very slow speed. Scientists speculate that this is because Venus experienced one or more massive celestial impacts, which not only forcibly stopped its rotation but also reversed its direction of rotation.
Just like a science fiction story that Yu once read, a planet stopped rotating due to a celestial collision.

From then on, there was no longer the daily sunrise and sunset: only the scorching daylight and freezing night brought about by the revolution; the remaining inhabitants of the planet raised the last two cities into the air, stubbornly chasing the terminator—moving forward meant the sun would rise; slowing down meant night would fall.

This struggle is certainly romantic, but the final outcome is:

Resource scarcity, aging city, forced to wage war against another flying city; ultimately, they both crashed into the yellow sand, becoming tombstones of civilization.

The extreme heat and cold that lasted for half a year was enough to destroy most of the creations of civilization; on the contrary, Venus, due to its atmosphere, maintained a consistently high temperature globally.

Only the 'fire creatures' created by Yu could survive in that extreme environment.

"If I wanted to—"

Yu stretched out her hand,

He curled his fingers as if preparing to flick glass beads;

However, his intended target was Venus in its reversed state!
With his current power, it wouldn't be difficult for him to forcibly stop Venus's reversal and then adjust its rotation direction to match that of other planets.

This is nothing more than 'grabbing stars and seizing the moon'!

In the end, Yu withdrew her hand.

The migration of the Fire Demon race was not in his plans, but he was happy to see it happen: with these Fire Demons as 'coordinates,' he didn't need to travel at the speed of light; he could simply use the Flying Thunder God Technique to teleport to Venus.

Then we won't interfere in their lives. Speaking of which—

Yu's gaze fell on the tablet in front of her, which was showing a live news broadcast of America's "Big Win".

However, only Youbu and another person knew that America's situation was far from safe, and a major bomb was about to explode.

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America

The helicopter flew over the volcano with the clattering of its propellers.

"Under the wise leadership of the Grand Commander, the Burning Legion has been defeated."

A reporter with a microphone stood at the cabin door, gesturing for the photographer to capture the black and red landscape below while launching into a long eulogy.

"My God, our land has been ravaged to this state; but my fellow citizens, do not worry, under the leadership of the President, we will soon be able to—hmm?"

The reporter's gaze swept past a white light, and he paused briefly before immediately continuing.

"The 'Lord' who walks among men has also arrived on the battlefield,"

"Under the leadership of the Lord and the Great Leader, we will surely overcome all difficulties!"

God bless America!

"Ha, that president is certainly eager to claim credit."

In Washington, at the headquarters of the Akatsuki organization, Audero snorted disdainfully.

This former violent prisoner has now been upgraded to 'extraordinary violence'—of course, he is no longer a prisoner, but a core member of the 'Akatsuki' organization, and a popular target for countless American girls to call him.

Since consuming the higher-level 'Deep Diver Thunder Priest' supernatural ability, Audero can not only control the gale but also wield lightning; his strength has reached the C+ level, and the speed of his improvement has caught the attention of even the 'veterans' of the space.

You have to understand how many times they struggled in the 'mission space' to obtain this power.

These superhumans who followed 'Luigi' seemed to be free from any limitations: their superhuman power would suddenly surge every now and then. If it weren't for repeated confirmation that these guys weren't from the space, the veterans would have suspected that they also obtained their superhuman power through 'exchange'.

Otherwise, this rate of improvement cannot be explained.

One person can be an exception, but how do you explain a group of people?

Even if it's placed in a virtual space, it still falls into the category of "finding a bug to farm points".

However, those who dare to rack up scores in Nightmare Space
Their fates were all extremely tragic.
"The faction of the Grand Commander deserves credit for driving out the Burning Legion."

The blond youth, Sekus, spoke up, but he was too shy to say that the Burning Legion's retreat was all thanks to the 'Lord'; in fact, neither the Grand Commander nor Luigi had won by default—it was the Akatsuki leader, 'Rokudo', who truly made the Burning Legion leave the planet.

However, these members of the 'Akatsuki' organization were imposters!

"These things don't need to be investigated too deeply. The most important thing is that the 'Lord's' reputation will rise greatly, and our strength will become even greater."

The priest-dressed Labogen stroked his beard. Their 'Lord' was growing stronger every day and was about to break through to A-level/Dragon-level; there was also 'Saint Longinus,' the B-level/Ghost-level Archangel, plus their C-level/Tiger-level disciples.

And through layers of trials, extraordinary individuals are recruited into the team, and a vast extraordinary force is rising.

They only need to wait for the 'Master's' strength to stabilize, and then they will gain the power to truly control, dominate, and protect ordinary people!
"That's right,"

"That day is not far off."

Unos and Sauron, who joined later, both nodded in agreement.

They all believe that under the leadership of 'the Lord,' the world will eventually achieve peace; no matter what kind of enemy they face, their determination will not change.

However, what they did not know was that the 'Lord' in their hearts was now so weak and wretched that he could not be seen by anyone.

————“Aaaaaaahh ...

In a deserted valley, Luigi, dressed in white, was clutching his head tightly. He first knelt on one knee, then rolled over and fell to the ground, covered in volcanic ash.

No one could have imagined that the person writhing in agony was actually the 'Master' who was about to enter the Dragon level!
In his mental world, the real turmoil was.

"Loving Lord, our Creator and Protector"
Hear the prayer of the Lamb.

They provide us with our daily food.

It also satisfies our souls;
Lead us away from temptation and evil.

But Your truth illuminates our path.

Countless prayers echoed through Luigi's spiritual city, so magnificent that they dyed the entire sky a white-gold hue.

Heal your broken heart.

Comforting grieving souls

To help the lost find their way.

To empower the weak.
May Your Kingdom come.

May Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Amidst countless prayers, the platinum-gold light in the sky grew brighter and brighter, eventually transforming into a giant cross.
Holy, platinum orbs of light descended with melodious chants. These orbs were all small angels with pure white wings and a halo above their heads; they were the lowest rank of angels, scattering white flowers, playing flutes, or strumming harps—appearing beautiful. In reality:
"No, please stop singing!"

Luigi's soul appeared in this mental world, his entire body covered in white cracks, appearing at first glance both sacred and powerful; however, upon closer inspection, he was incredibly fragile.

“Poor mortals,”

With the clanging of chains, the city below was torn apart, and a huge demon's head emerged.

“You stole power that didn’t belong to you,”

Flames rose from the demon's head; who else could it be but the Flame Lord 'Manolos'?
"You've attempted to seize the prayers of hundreds of millions of beings, and most importantly—"

Boom boom boom~~
Amidst the tremors of the entire city, half of the Flame Lord's body struggled free.

The jet-black chains wrapped around its body creaked as if they were about to break at any moment.

"You actually dare to devour me?! Noble Flame Lord!!!"

"Arrogant!!"

As the Flame Lord struggles, mist continues to drift from the edge of the city; dark shadows lurk within the mist, as if concealing a vast number of unknown entities.

The power of the Kel'thirsty beings, the power of the Flame Lord, and the power of prayer absorbed by the 'Divine Fragments'.
Three forces clash, expand, and wreak havoc in Luigi's mental world!
The price of a rapid surge in strength in a short period of time

It has been exposed without a doubt.

"This is...my world!!"

Luigi, his soul clenched, raised his head, cracks spreading across his face, but his eyes still burned with fighting spirit.

"Quiet down, everyone!"

As his soul roared in fury, the chorus of angels in the sky abruptly stopped.

The shadowy figures and tentacles in the mist suddenly contracted; even Manolos, whose body was mostly exposed above the ground, suddenly stiffened.

"Ha, you may struggle all you want."

As the Flame Lord was repeatedly pulled underground by the dark chains, he sneered.

"Let's see how long you can hold out, mortal."

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"Lord, you seem to be feeling a little unwell?"

When Luigi returned to Washington, the disciples rushed to greet him: Lubergen hesitated before speaking.

"I'm fine,"

Luigi, whose robe was spotless, shook his head slightly.

Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, Sekus took over the conversation:

"Lord, the President has prepared a banquet for You. Would you like to attend?"

Since they had won a resounding victory in the publicity campaign, they naturally had to celebrate properly: the president planned to invite Luigi to a dinner at the White House, also wanting to promote the cooperative stance of both sides to the outside world.

"Well, let's go."

Luigi paused slightly, then casually agreed.

Soon, this 'victory celebration' dinner was held in the White House:

In the heart of America, in a solemn yet lavish banquet hall, all the attendees were gentlemen and beautiful women, each exuding elegance.

Fine wine, music, food, and expensive suits and jewelry for men and women: the seemingly unremarkable handmade suits are woven from fibers of extraordinary plants; and the jewelry is not merely decoration, but many of them are 'magical items' made by mages.

Everywhere you look, it's just like America used to be, with extravagance and decadence permeating everything.

"Tsk, this is what they call high society."

Odro grabbed a steak and stuffed it into his mouth in annoyance. These superhumans sat at a separate table, and their demeanor and bearing were worlds apart from the others.

"Hahaha, heroes, and our 'lord'."

The blond president walked over, smiling and greeting everyone; at the same time, the photographer followed closely behind, broadcasting the whole thing live.

To enhance America's prestige and stabilize public sentiment, both the President and Luigi were present at the dinner, along with their respective seniors and followers.

Such immense extraordinary power is indeed not something that can be easily shaken.

Are you satisfied with the food?

Without answering the Grand President, Luigi stood up.

“Among you—”

He spread his hands, gesturing to the disciples at the same table: Odro, Secus, Lubergen, Unos, and Soren.

"Someone will betray me."

This scene was faithfully captured by the camera and instantly spread throughout the world.

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(End of this chapter)