I made up myths in America

Chapter 146 Eliot's Resolve
"Lord Siegfried is gone?!"

The New Yorkers who witnessed this scene stared wide-eyed with envy at the lucky young man who had won the favor of His Excellency Siegfried.

Professor Alan Heston's gaze was perhaps the most melancholic.

These were all originally his, his.

Under their gaze, the high school boy named Toby raised his hand and scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

But the next second, his expression suddenly turned serious, and he awkwardly gripped his greatsword, warning, "Everyone be careful, step back a bit!!"

"Hoo, hoo, hoo hoo—"

Even without his reminder, most people had already seen it, and they retreated in a panic, watching the enormous sea beast leap out of the sea not far away.

Whether it was intentional or accidental on Li Wuyue's part, these monsters did not leave this place.

"Alright, I'm not envious anymore. As a scholar, I don't like fighting."

Professor Alan Heston quietly stepped back behind the crowd.

Not long after, in a conference room at Andrews Air Force Base, senior U.S. officials learned of these two pieces of news almost simultaneously.

Good news: It seems they have gained a powerful superhuman on their side, and he's a high school student, so he should be easy to fool.

Bad news: New York is the most prosperous city in the United States because it has the world's largest seaport, with countless goods passing through every day. Now, the entire East Coast of the United States is blocked by a large group of sea monsters. Won't their future economy be in serious trouble?
Upon hearing this news, the president's entire face went numb.

He used to raise tariffs and engage in trade protectionism, but he doesn't need to now. However, the US economy is visibly doomed. The entire East Coast is blocked by those sea monsters, which is even more serious than flooding ten Washington, D.C. districts.

In an instant, the faces of the American executives in the conference room, who hadn't slept much in the past few days, grew increasingly grim.

It wasn't until Musk, who was not well-liked as the head of the U.S. government's Department of Efficiency, thought for a long time and came up with an idea.

They don't necessarily have to see this as a bad thing.

Those sea beasts are all marine creatures that have been infected with dragon blood and mutated, so they are essentially sub-dragon species.

Isn't this precious biological resource, which is related to dragons, more valuable than Syrian oil?

They could even use this to develop an extraordinary economy unique to their America.

"correct."

Everyone's eyes lit up at Musk's brilliant idea, and they discussed it all night long.

Meanwhile, information about Toby Peter, this lucky man, also appeared in the offices of the heads of major American financial magnates.

Orphaned at a young age, she was raised by her uncle and aunt. She is a senior at York College Queens Science High School, with excellent grades and a passion for photography. However, due to her small stature and introverted nature, she is often bullied at school.

Brilliant! With this background and personality, they seem to see a very easily manipulated tool. Of course, it would be even better if the holy sword didn't discriminate and they could control this divine weapon.

Upon reviewing the information, the eyes of the major conglomerates lit up instantly, and they acted even faster than the government.

But soon after, the news sent back by their subordinates made these powerful figures look increasingly grim.

They refused gifts and returned all sorts of sweet talk. Despite living on the edge of poverty, the family of three had an unusually consistent attitude, no different from the Puritans of the last century.

Where did this family of saints come from? Are there still people like this in America these days?!
"Not bad, as expected of my carefully selected one." Meanwhile, in an antique shop in New York's Chinatown, Lu Bai was playing with a black ball in his hand, watching the Toby family's behavior, and nodded in satisfaction.

He was worried that if he went too far these times, he would ruin the United States and make it harder for him to gain power in the future, so he specially chose such a tool.

There are actually quite a few Puritans like this in America’s divided society, but after considering everything, the main reason Lu Bai chose Toby was because his name was more appealing.

Another reason was that he wanted to see if an ordinary longsword, which he had only imbued with a portion of the [Blood Feast] ability and a fragment of the spiritual space, could truly be transformed into a divine artifact under the general consensus.

"This experiment won't fail this time, will it?!"

The reason I say "again" is because Lu Bai's previous experiment to absorb a large number of souls and accelerate the growth of his spiritual space failed.

Although the souls that died in this disaster were indeed absorbed, the negative emotions they left behind after death actually polluted the spiritual space to some extent. After Lu Bai separated them, they formed this thing in his hand.

"Roar, roar roar—"

The black ball that Lu Bai was playing with emitted a twisted black aura and roared at him.

"What is this? The first demon to be born in reality?"

Ignoring the other party's provocation, and thinking that this thing might be useful, he first threw it into the Bai Ze monster picture.

He glanced at the antique shop, then looked up expectantly at his black cat cub and the Qingqiu fox. This time, he chose to take Tai Sui with him, bending down to pick it up.

"Meow meow meow."

The Tai Sui, whose intelligence was no less than that of an eight-year-old human child, proudly raised its head and howled a few times at the smelly fox on the ground.

"childish."

The white fox turned its head away from the silly cat, lazily lay down, and continued to sleep.

"Nine Lives, if anyone comes, transform into human form and help me receive them."

Lu Bai, who also named the white fox, greeted it and disappeared into the antique shop. Not long after, he arrived at a private sanatorium belonging to the Mafia in Sicily, Italy.

Without even looking, Lu Bai could tell with a casual sweep of his divine sense that there were quite a few people watching this place.

"We've been set up."

He shook his head, held Tai Sui in his arms, and strolled into a room on the third floor of the sanatorium as if taking a leisurely walk.

Elliott, one of his most capable recipients, was sitting there, thin and with sunken eyes, looking like a skeleton. He held the hands of a middle-aged woman on the sickbed tightly, pouring his life energy into her continuously. His eyes were empty and lifeless, and his breath was weak, as if he could collapse at any moment.

"Eh"

Lu Bai sighed as he watched this scene. With a thought, the skeleton illusion painting in Elliott's arms flew out automatically, and the little skeleton inside stepped out, saying helplessly:

"Alright, I'm really scared of you. I'll help you save your mother."

"Lord Shelob."

Elliott stiffly turned his neck, and a glimmer of light finally appeared in his empty eyes.

(End of this chapter)