I made up myths in America

Chapter 176 Blackbeard, Loki's Mask
Under the utterly astonished gazes of everyone in the Mountain and Sea Realm, the image of the Bai Ze spirit in his mind lit up at that moment.

[From the deepest abyss, three hundred fathoms deep, dwells the Ice Barbarians, who have human faces and ride two dragons. It is also called the Abyss of Loyalty.]

【Do you want to make a rubbing? 】

Currently, the imprintable innate divine abilities are: Ice Extreme (five million units of willpower)

"So that ice dragon I just took in was one of the two dragons of the Ice God's Cycle?!"

"This supernatural power requires a full five million units of willpower; it seems very powerful."

Many thoughts flashed through Lu Bai's mind, but seeing familiar faces like Fang Qi and Hei Tun waving excitedly at him, he temporarily put aside these thoughts and leaped down.

The cold wave, which occurs every five hundred years, always takes many lives to withstand; there has never been one as easy as this one.

That night, the wealthiest kingdom, Baiyu, paid the bill, and all the tribes held their most lively celebration in the Shusha tribe. The entire celebration would last for three months, celebrating that they had survived another cold winter.

As the person who contributed the most to this effort, Lu Bai naturally received the most lavish hospitality.

During the day, they gather to hunt and compete; at night, young men and women from various tribes dance and enjoy food together around a bonfire.
If it weren't for the fact that no fewer than ten tribal girls would come to his residence every night, hoping to conceive the bloodline of the god, then...

Lu Bai felt he could stay a few more days.

However, he has chosen to return to the real world since he has no plans to have children for the time being.

Because of the 1:100 time ratio, he stayed in the Mountain and Sea Realm for nearly a month, but only half a day had passed in the real world.

The news broadcast on television was still about Tokyo, Japan, and the most attention-grabbing point was the announcement made by the Japanese government, which is still in the process of reconstruction.

They will hold a grand Inari festival in three days to pray for all the victims of the Tokyo earthquake.

Well, actually, they couldn't do anything about the spatial rift over Tokyo, so they could only hope that the Inari deity who had manifested in Kyoto would appear again.

Lu Bai didn't plan to go personally for such a small matter. He patted the Qingqiu fox Jiuming, who was still sleeping there, and asked it to go in his place. It just so happens that in Japanese folklore, the main messenger of Inari is the fox.

Lu Bai focused more of his attention on the newly imprinted divine ability, [Ice Extreme].

With a flick of the wrist, lifelike ice-blue butterflies appeared in the antique shop.

The black kitten's ears immediately perked up, its eyes lit up, and it leaped up to pounce on the butterfly.

Lu Bai smiled as he watched this scene, pondering which mythology this ability, which had cost him a full five million units of his willpower, was suitable for.

"There is."

A moment later, he stroked his chin, looked at the Pirates of the Caribbean movie playing on the TV after switching channels, and suddenly had an inspiration.

More than an hour later, a peregrine falcon appeared in Raleigh, a city on the east coast of the United States.

This is the capital of North Carolina, USA, and is known as the Oak City because of its abundance of oak trees.

At the same time, due to various reasons, this place is also a hotbed of cults.

Emphasizing personal spiritual development and focusing on connection with nature, the 'Spirit of Nature' monastery, which claims to be a reformer of the ancient Druidic order, is just one of many cults and is not particularly noticeable among them.

Gordon Cooper, the cult leader, only used some relatively subtle hallucinogenic drugs to let his followers experience the pleasure of 'spiritual practice,' then collected monthly membership fees from them, regularly brainwashed them, and told them that he, like the witch in England, had received the favor of the 'spirit of nature,' and occasionally favored the young women among his followers who had outstanding figures and appearances.
Compared to other cult leaders who liked to open silver handkerchiefs all the time, he was quite conscientious, only standing out because of his peers.

Today, Gordon Cooper had just finished watching a live broadcast from Tokyo, Japan, in his large villa. While envying those guys with all sorts of superpowers, he was also feeling a bit sleepy.

However, as a dedicated cult leader, he cannot neglect his daily duties.

As usual, he arrived at the headquarters of their secret society, escorted by bodyguards, and led the followers to sit cross-legged on the ground to begin their daily meditation.

With the help of hallucinogenic drugs secretly lit in the room, everyone's expression was calm and peaceful, feeling their connection with nature deepening, and their spirits gradually approaching the sacred existence in nature.

The same applies to Gordon Cooper, who is also the leader of the cult.

He just pretends all the time.

This time I really got into it!!

slam-la-

He felt as if his soul had left his body, rising from within his physical form, drifting upwards little by little, and finally arriving at the seaside.

“Come, come to me, child.”

A hoarse, deep voice sounded in his ear, and Gordon Cooper found himself unable to refuse. He stepped forward and slowly sank deeper into the seawater.

100 meters, 200 meters, 500 meters
The light overhead gradually disappeared.

Gordon Cooper had no idea how many meters he had gone into the ocean.

When he suddenly realized what was happening, he found himself in the 'hurricane corridor', two hundred meters from the North Carolina coast, guided by the voice in his ear.

The reason it was named this is because forty or fifty hurricanes sweep across the east coast of the United States every year, giving Americans the feeling of flying.

Furthermore, there is a very famous legend about the Hurricane Corridor. It is said that the flagship of one of the most notorious pirates in the history of world navigation, Edward Teach Blackbeard, the Queen Anne's Revenge, sank near the Hurricane Corridor.

Blackbeard, for example, in the modern film Pirates of the Caribbean, was adapted from the legendary pirate Edward Teach.

At this moment, Gordon Cooper could only say that those legends were not unfounded. In the unknown depths of the sea, with the help of the light from some bioluminescent marine life around him, he really saw the wreckage of a pirate ship from around the 18th century, lying quietly on the seabed beach, emitting a faint black light.

"Oh, God."

Gordon Cooper eagerly approached it.

As he approached the wreckage of the pirate ship, the same voice rang in his ears once more.

"You have the blood of pirates flowing in your veins, child. Bring my skull and a hundred strong and healthy sacrifices here, and you will get what you want!!"

boom! !

As soon as those words were spoken, everything Gordon Cooper saw shattered instantly. His consciousness returned to his body, and he opened his eyes with some surprise and uncertainty, his chest heaving.

"Master, what are you doing?!"

His confidant standing next to him looked over with some surprise, thinking that the hallucinogenic drugs had been added today, preventing Gordon Cooper from having his fill.

"I received inspiration from the spirit of nature."

Gordon Cooper stood up with a serious expression and hurried to a private room inside the meditation room.

This is the place he usually uses to help some female believers resolve their personal life dilemmas.

But now.

Gordon Cooper eagerly pulled out his phone and called his boastful father, asking if their family had a history of piracy. "Hiccup, how would I know, Gordon? We're not like those European nobles; we don't keep genealogical records."

"However, I think I heard your grandmother mention it when I was a child, saying that your great-grandfather was a British sailor."

A drunken voice came through the phone's microphone.

Gordon Cooper knew without even needing to video call that his alcoholic father was dead drunk again.

However, the information he provided was enough for Gordon Cooper to make a decision.

After all, as an ambitious cult leader, how could he not want to become a superhuman?!
Gordon Cooper paced back and forth in the room, finally gritting his teeth, steeling his resolve, and making his decision.

"Fuck, we're betting."

A few hours later, using his connections, Gordon Cooper found out where the museum that housed many of Blackbeard's artifacts was located.

Indeed, as a smart man capable of building a cult from scratch, Gordon Cooper naturally guessed who the voice he heard was.

It was none other than the infamous pirate from history—Blackbeard Edward Teach!
Gordon Cooper had reservations precisely because of the legendary pirate's terrible reputation.

However, a cult leader who doesn't aspire to become a superhuman is not a good cult leader.

The opportunity was right in front of him, and Gordon didn't want to miss it.

He mobilized all his connections and began preparations in earnest.

Meanwhile, in an antique shop in New York's Chinatown, Lu Bai slowly opened his eyes, knowing that his part of the plan in Raleigh, North Carolina, was basically complete.

Without him having to urge him on, a cult leader who desperately craves extraordinary power will complete the tasks he asks others to do as quickly as possible.

But before that, he had some other things to do.

After all, his plan involves much more than just Blackbeard.

Lu Bai snapped his fingers, causing the icy blue butterflies in the air to disappear. He then picked up the silly cat, Tai Sui, and took it out for a walk.

It's around 10 p.m. now, just as New York City's nightlife is beginning.

For many desperate people, this may be the last period of their lives.

With a certain purpose in mind, Lu Bai arrived at a famous landmark in New York: the Brooklyn Bridge.

as predicted.

Just like the Aokigahara Forest at the foot of Mount Fuji is considered a suicide hotspot by the Japanese.

Jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge in New York, hailed as the eighth wonder of the world, to end one's life seems like a very romantic thing. Right now, there's a down-on-his-luck man in a brown suit, preparing to jump.

It is said that an economist made a very creative suggestion based on this.

If you want to know whether the US economy is doing well this year, it's simple: just look at how many people have jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge in New York.

If the number of suicides is less than or equal to one hundred, it indicates that the economy is still in good shape.

If the number of suicides is greater than one hundred but less than two hundred, then it becomes somewhat dangerous.

If the number of suicides exceeds two hundred, then the US economy is on the verge of collapse.

Although this claim is highly improbable, it has recently been used to describe the frequent suicides on the Brooklyn Bridge in New York, and it has been surprisingly accurate.

Although official news reports stated that their president delivered a speech saying that no one understands extraordinary economics better than him, and that they have discovered a biological resource more precious than oil, which will lead to a great revival of the United States.

The actual situation is...
Although the U.S. Navy has cleared a safe shipping route, the enormous sea monsters appearing in various parts of the Atlantic have still had a significant impact on U.S. import and export trade.

Many companies and businesses went bankrupt as a result.

The stock market plummeted due to this highly influential black swan event, triggering circuit breakers five times in just one month.

Countless financial professionals have lost their jobs and committed suicide by jumping off buildings. In some well-known locations, there are even queues of people waiting to jump.

And even more people have come to jump into the Brooklyn Bridge in New York.

People have become somewhat numb to it. At first, when they saw someone jumping into the river to commit suicide, they would stop to persuade them or call the police. Now, they are too lazy to even take a look.

Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh—

Cars sped past the middle-aged white man who had already crossed the barrier, their headlights casting blinding white light on his dejected and hesitant face. On the entire bridge, Lu Bai was the only bystander, unseen by anyone.

"Another Luke?!"

Lu Bai's eyes flashed slightly red as he used his mental power to invade the other man's brain and examine the memories of this down-on-his-luck middle-aged man.

Good guy.

His expression became quite interesting.

This guy's story is far more exciting than that of his first recipient, Luke Duncan.

At least Luke Duncan's wife only cheated on him with one person.

This guy might run into several like-minded people just by going out to take out the trash.

He recently lost his job because when he left work early and went home, he saw his good boss helping him soothe his wife with various props. He was then fired by the company for not working hard enough.

"How can you tolerate this?!"

Lu Bai couldn't bear to watch those utterly pathetic scenes anymore.

Pfft! !

After hearing a dull thud as he fell into the water, he shook his head, marveling that he was truly a savior for bankrupt middle-aged men.

He stretched out his right hand, and a plant seed from the Mountain and Sea Realm appeared in his palm.

The next second, a blue light flashed, and the seed grew into a mask with blue-green patterns and an ancient aura in a very short time.

Lu Bai casually tossed it into the Hudson River below.

The mask, with its Western-style design and a slightly mischievous feel, sank into the water and landed on the face of the diving man.

In the darkness at the bottom of the water, the middle-aged man, who had given up struggling, twitched his eyelids and opened his eyes with a somewhat dazed look.

(End of this chapter)