I made up myths in America

Chapter 178 Loki: Yes, it's me.

"It really is just as Christopher described."

Inside the police station, a policeman who was pouring coffee dropped his coffee cup to the ground with a thud. He stared blankly at Stanley, who had fallen from the sky, his face covered in what looked like a thick layer of green paint.

To be honest, when Christopher was describing his experience at his bar, many of the police officers present thought he was just fantasizing because he was under the influence of marijuana.

But that's clearly not the case.

After standing there in a daze for several seconds, the police officers in the station quickly put down the guns they had drawn and were pointing at Christopher, the mob boss, to avoid causing any unnecessary misunderstandings.

Christopher, who is clearly Black, had a face that was visibly pale.

After the two police officers beside him released him, he immediately raised his hands and said in a trembling voice:

"Hey buddy, I admit I was wrong before. I can compensate you double, five million dollars, no, ten million dollars! Whatever other conditions you have, just name it, I'll agree to anything!!"

"Oh, really?!?"

Stanley, feigning great surprise, widened his eyes and stroked his chin thoughtfully, saying:
"Let me think about it. Do you think it's a bit much to ask me to rip your head off and use it as a football?!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah"

Christopher, who usually appeared fierce in front of his subordinates, was now nodding frantically like a good boy. His back, clad in a red suit, was soaked with sweat, and his face was full of fawning.

"Then let's choose another one."

Stanley was very understanding and reached out to pat Christopher's bald head a few times.

To the astonishment of the numerous police officers standing by, this gang leader, who by all accounts appeared to be a man brimming with testosterone, underwent an extremely dramatic transformation in physique, as if he had just been to Thailand. He had transformed from a fierce-looking black man into a black woman with a stunningly hot body and a pretty face.

Even his bald head has grown a beautiful head of long black hair.

"Oh, God."

This terrifying, almost demonic ability sent chills down the spines of the male officers present, who quickly took a few steps back.

In reality, including Stanley just now, who seemed to have eaten the Rubber-Rubber Fruit, his body could freely change and stretch.
These are simply further applications of the ability to modify the body.

In addition to granting the Loki mask full-level physical modification capabilities, Lu Bai also endowed it with some of the [Ice Extreme] supernatural abilities, as well as the crucial ability to create illusions.

These three abilities combined are more in line with the image of Loki, the god of mischief, in his mind.

Seeing the horrified expressions on the faces of the surrounding police officers, Christopher realized the changes happening to his body.

"Do not!!!"

He raised his hand and touched the bulge of fat on his chest, looking utterly devastated. He rushed frantically to a female police officer's desk and picked up the small makeup mirror she had placed there.

When he actually saw his own 'hot' appearance, even Christopher, a ruthless and gloomy mob boss, completely broke down. He screamed wildly, grabbed a gun from a policeman next to him, and pulled the trigger with hatred on his face.

boom!boom!boom! !

Intense gunfire erupted inside the police station.

The others quickly found cover nearby.

Stanley, with an indifferent expression, leaned against his desk, yawned, and even had the leisure to comment on Christopher's current state.

"Well, I guarantee it, Mr. Christopher, you'll be very popular in prison looking like this. I wish you a speedy pregnancy with your second child."

"Ahhhhh."

This sentence completely broke Christopher.

He pulled the trigger again.

This time, however, the gun was pointed at himself.

Unfortunately, his pistol ran out of bullets at that moment, and several policemen rushed over and handcuffed the now 'petite and powerless' woman.

Stanley, who was the instigator of all this, felt that it was about time, so he whistled as he walked out, ready to have a chat with his good wife.

But just then, everything went black before his eyes, and his consciousness seemed to leave his body, placing him on a snowfield filled with an ice storm. A magnetic voice came from the wind, whispering in his ear.

“Mortal, I have fulfilled your wish for revenge. According to the rules, it is now my turn to make my demands.”

"ah??!"

Before Stanley could figure out what was happening, his body seemed to be out of control, and he was suddenly launched into the air under the astonished gazes of the surrounding police officers, arriving at Staten Island, located south of Manhattan.

Because of its proximity to New York Harbor and its distance from the city center, this location perfectly met the military's needs for conducting secret experiments on dragon's blood.

Meanwhile, the Holy Grail that once summoned the spirit of their President Lincoln, and later the dragon-slaying hero Siegfried, is also secretly kept here, jointly guarded by the military, the Special Incidents Investigation Bureau, and the FBI.

At this moment, in this secret research base named Area 51, FBI Special Agent Director Nick Gibson did not sleep all night.

After staying up all night to watch the live broadcast from Tokyo, he held an all-night meeting with experts and professors who study Eastern folk mythology to discuss and figure out the mysterious Eastern forces behind Yan Chixia.

"Gibson, the supervisor"

An elderly professor with a white beard spoke up: "According to the information sent back from Japan, this Daoist Yan Chixia comes from Shu Mountain. This is a name that has appeared in many folk tales and supernatural novels in China. The specific location should be Wawu Mountain in MS City, SC Province, China."

"This famous mountain, which is said to be the birthplace of Taoism in China, is also known as Shu Mountain. The Five Pecks of Rice sect, a famous Taoist sect in ancient China, was founded here."

"If we want to learn more about it, we might need to send someone there to see for ourselves, but that might not necessarily yield any results."

"Why is that, Professor Johnson?!"

"Because China has a long history of the concept of blessed lands and grotto heavens."

The old professor, who had studied in China in his youth and had a deep understanding of this ancient Eastern country, pondered for a moment and said:

"You can think of it as a series of planes that are connected to the real world, but do not exist entirely in the real world. Many ancient Chinese people speculated that those immortals who had truly achieved enlightenment would live in seclusion in these secret realms."

“When I first read these ancient books a long time ago, I thought they were just a beautiful imagination of immortality and superhuman power in ancient China.”

"But now it seems..."

At this point, a look of amazement appeared on the old professor's face. Gazing at the video—which was still being played repeatedly on the conference room screen—showing the phantom of the mythical mountain appearing over Tokyo, he murmured to himself:
"The records in ancient Chinese books are all factual. Those immortals who had achieved great cultivation really did live in seclusion in blessed lands and grotto-heavens for certain reasons!!"

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Upon hearing this, BI Special Agent Director Nick Gibson frowned and pondered, digesting what Professor Johnson had said.

Meanwhile, as Stanley stormed into Area 51, piercing alarms blared throughout the base.

Nick Gibson, who had been deep in thought in the meeting room, suddenly snapped out of his reverie and turned to his subordinate who rushed in, asking, "What happened?!" "Boss, someone's broken in, and he seems to be after the Holy Grail stored in the base!"

"This is what the FBI agent said, panting."

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Nick Gibson's expression immediately changed. He hurriedly left the conference room and went to the main control room outside, where numerous computers and monitoring screens were set up.

On the monitor screen, a white man with an entirely green head and wearing an inexpensive suit was clearly visible, and he was about to break into the third floor of the base.

The heavily armed American soldiers stationed throughout the base couldn't stop him; his abilities were simply too bizarre.

The body is like rubber, stretching at will, and hundreds or thousands of bullets can hit it without causing any real damage.

"Fuck Fuck!!"

Upon seeing this, Nick Gibson cursed and pressed a red button without hesitation, sealing off the entire third floor of the base. One after another, alloy doors that could not be opened by normal means slammed down.

He then turned to the technician beside him and said, "Activate the self-destruct program on the third level directly, and send this damn green-headed monster to meet God."

"But, Supervisor Gibson, we still have many of our people on the third floor."

The technician looked somewhat frightened.

"I can't control that much."

Nick Gibson's expression darkened. "If we let them take the Holy Grail, we'll all be court-martialed. Do you want to spend the rest of your life in prison? Answer me, soldier!!"

"Understood, Supervisor!!"

Upon hearing this, the bespectacled, somewhat scholarly-looking technician swallowed hard and began typing rapidly on the keyboard.

hum! !

And then the self-destruct program was activated.

The third level of Area 51 released large amounts of nerve gas and liquid nitrogen that could rapidly cool the surrounding environment.

The third floor, which had been occasionally filled with gunfire, suddenly became completely silent.

Stanley remained alive and kicking in the vast white fog created by the vaporization of liquid nitrogen.

Deep down, he was screaming, "Stop! Stop!"

But his hands and feet indicated that we had our own ideas.

Whistling, he strolled leisurely through the frigid environment—enough to kill any carbon-based life form—towards the room where the Holy Grail was kept.

The falling alloy doors were no match for him.

Stanley reached out and touched them lightly, and frost quickly formed on their surfaces, shattering them into pieces on the ground.

"Fake!!"

Seeing that the self-destruct program had no effect on the intruder, Nick Gibson cursed again, raised his fist, and slammed it heavily on the control panel.

"Manager, what do we do now?!"

The staff from Area 51 around him looked at him with some apprehension.

"what to do?!"

Nick Gibson hesitated for a moment upon hearing this.

As a last resort, a high-yield nuclear bomb is buried underground in Area 51, in case they develop some insurmountable monsters while secretly researching dragon blood.

But could a nuclear bomb really kill the monster on the screen?
If they can't, wouldn't their sacrifice have been in vain?

Before Nick Gibson could figure out the problem, the last alloy door shattered.

The last obstacle in Stanley's path was gone.

In the technologically advanced room where the Holy Grail was kept, intense red laser beams lit up around the room after it sensed whether anyone with the necessary permissions had entered.

Are there really that many creative ideas from humans these days?

Stanley smiled elegantly, snapped his fingers, and a chilling white aura spread through the room, freezing the laser-emitting instruments to death.

He himself had already arrived in front of the Holy Grail, stroked his chin, examined the golden artifact before him, and commented: "A decent magical creation. Although it is far inferior to the real Holy Grail, it should be sufficient."

As soon as he finished speaking, even more chilling air emanated from Stanley, outlining an incredibly beautiful magic circle on the ground.

Without chanting any incantations like the others, Stanley simply raised his hand and tore off the mask from his face.

There was a clang.

The ancient mask, covered in green wood grain, landed directly on the Holy Grail, which was placed at the center of the magic circle.

After losing the mask, Stanley finally felt he had regained control of his body.

But the temperature in the room had dropped to a level that was unbearable for ordinary people. Before he could even say a word, he felt a chill all over his body and fainted.

Meanwhile, in the control room, Nick Gibson and others also witnessed this scene through a camera in the room that wasn't completely broken.

Professor Johnson, who had just been explaining the Shushan mythology to Nick Gibson in the conference room, looked surprised when he saw the ancient, bluish-green mask and asked in a doubtful voice, "Is that... Loki's mask? I saw something similar in a museum in Norway when I was studying Norse mythology."

Loki?!

Upon hearing this, Nick Gibson's expression changed.

Of course he knew the name.

Although Norse mythology has declined, thanks to the promotion of various novels and movies, Norse gods such as Loki, the god of mischief, and Thor are basically household names, and very few Americans are unaware of them.

If the intruder was related to Loki, the god of mischief, then he was thinking...
Just as Nick Gibson frowned, wanting to take advantage of the temporary safety of the room where the Holy Grail was kept to send someone to retrieve it.

Chime! !

On the floor of the room where the Holy Grail was kept, an incredibly dazzling magic circle lit up at that moment.

A mysterious silver light merged into one, simultaneously lifting the Holy Grail and the ancient, turquoise mask, their radiance growing ever brighter.

Finally, an incredibly dazzling silver beam shot into the sky from Staten Island, where Area 51 is located, instantly shattering the clouds over New York.

(End of this chapter)