Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

"But unfortunately, I'm not God, nor am I my kind-hearted, even somewhat weak, brother Jesus. I'm not that forgiving towards you. Or rather, I fucking don't care!"

He squinted, his eyes filled with malice and pleasure as he looked at them, and laughed wildly.

"Come on, let's play a game! Like hunting rabbits!"

"Three days. I'll give you three days. If the number of sinners in the United States still exceeds my expectations, then I will bring about the end of the world! If I succeed, I will only judge this country!"

"Or rather, if you can bring all these sinners to trial within three days, I will let you go!"

"In any case, as the price for blasphemy, you damned Protestants will surely be condemned to Hellfire!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

215. [FSF Strange Counterfeit] The First Four of the Ten Calamities

Is this some kind of TV program?

The parishioners and priests in a church in Washington, D.C. stared in disbelief at the image reflected in the stained-glass window, their first reaction being that it was a small performance prepared for them by the pastor.

But the pastor naturally denied this absolutely.

"This is heresy!" the priest shouted angrily, waving his hands wildly.

"America is a nation blessed by God. We wrested the power of interpretation from the Roman Catholic Church. Martin Luther's righteous deeds upheld the glory of our justice. Calvin's reforms enabled everyone to communicate with God!"

"Everyone can read the Bible, and everyone can communicate with God. The prosperity and greatness of our America is a manifestation of God's grace to us!"

"These images—are all fabricated nonsense!"

And you know what? The pastor's words were quite persuasive among this group of people.

This country has always been a religiously-minded country, from the government to the people, they all believe that the winner is God's favorite.

Forget everything else, isn't our great America the strongest country in the world? Doesn't it have the most prosperous political system in the world? Isn't it the most influential country in the world?

If so, what's wrong with saying we are blessed by God?

So at this moment, these brainless idiots were not prepared to attack their government, nor did they question this incredible thing—instead, they attacked this saint who they thought was nonsensical and spouting nonsense!

Dongjiang ignored their insults, ridicule, and sarcasm, and didn't bother to listen.

Calamity—was already sown when he came.

After all, before going public, he specifically sought out the innocent lamb, and through her, Tsuruga borrowed a few helpers.

This time, Tsurugi plans to do it himself first, instead of sounding the horn.

Of course, if Dongjiang says they'll have three days, then they will.

But he certainly won't let anyone have an easy time these three days.

The scene shifts, and he arrives at a lake, raises his white spear, and gently strikes the surface of the lake.

A crimson expanse spread out.

Meanwhile, after denouncing Tsurugi as a heretic, the pastor, having finished his sermon, carried a golden cup filled with wine and went down to feed it to each believer, offering them the blood of Jesus.

However, the first old lady to drink it immediately spat it out, staring at the pastor in disbelief.

"Father, this wine doesn't taste right!"

The pastor paused for a moment, then quickly took a sip himself. The next instant, a pungent, fishy smell assaulted his nostrils, causing him to vomit it out.

And what was spilled on the ground was a pool of blood!

The next second, the believers who had insulted Dongjiang let out painful howls. It was as if the blood in their bodies had been drained away, disappearing into thin air. Soon, amidst screams, all that remained were desiccated corpses scattered all over the ground!

At the same time, people all over the United States, no, the whole world, watched in astonishment at this unbelievable scene.

All the water sources have been polluted.

Whether it's water, wine, or anything else, any liquid turns into foul-smelling blood in the next instant.

The river water was turning red in patches, and countless dead fish floated to the surface, emitting a foul stench!

And this situation is spreading rapidly!

From river water to lake water, then to major rivers, and even the ocean!

Yes, less than five minutes after this inexplicable live stream started, all the 'liquids' in the world turned into foul-smelling blood!

And this is only the beginning.

Immediately afterwards, the live stream feed changed again.

Dongjiang stretched his staff above the rivers and streams, and as he slowly stirred them, people discovered that countless frogs had crawled out from who-knows-where!

On the streets, on the bedside tables, inside the mansions, and on people's bodies!

These frogs seem to be everywhere, crawling all over the place from who knows where, making those who are afraid of frogs wish they could just snap and die!

Of course, this might be a good thing for some people who aren't picky eaters.

It is insignificant for an innocent person to harm these frogs, but if a guilty person dares to kill even one frog—

Like this

It was the same pastor in the church. When a frog climbed onto the gilded pulpit in front of him, the pastor angrily grabbed the thick Bible next to him and slammed it down!

Immediately following, screams and gasps erupted from below.

Because the pastor's head began to shrivel up from the middle, and blood, brain matter, everything spurted out.

The frog, with a gurgling sound, nonchalantly hopped out.

Then, the live broadcast continued to change, and this time, Tsurugi arrived at the center of Times Square amidst the attention of everyone!

At this moment, all the screens in the entire square were projecting his image and face, and when he arrived, all eyes of the crowd turned to him. After recognizing Dongjiang as the saint, they practically surrounded him.

"devil!!!"

"prophet!!!"

"Get out of America! We are blessed by God!!!"

"Save us, Saint!!!"

Faced with these people coming from all directions, some filled with fear, some with worship, some with curses, and some with supplication...

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The sound that came from inside.

Dongjiang smiled without saying anything, but simply raised the spear in his hand and struck the dust on the ground.

Then, in an instant, dust flew up, and amidst the gasps of the crowd, the dust transformed into countless lice that flew out and crawled all over people and livestock!

Then, even more lice turned into swarms of flies and mosquitoes, which flew into the palaces of the rulers and the houses of their servants amidst their terrified cries, omnipresent, buzzing and irritating.

There were so many mosquitoes that no matter how hard they tried to swat and kill them, they couldn't eliminate even a single one.

"Haha, I'll give you four to start."

Tsurugi looked at the people who were being harassed by mosquitoes and frogs and smiled with pleasure.

"There will be more tomorrow, and more the day after tomorrow, but by the end of the third day... tsk tsk tsk, you can figure out what to do."

Having said that, accompanied by a holy light and the exclamations of worship from the others, he disappeared from Times Square.

Then, we returned to Snowfield City.

He will wait here for humanity's reply within three days.

"I already said it~~~"

"The world, humanity, it's all finished~~~~"

Ignoring Francesca's gloating voice beside him, Faldius appeared to be sweating profusely and muttering to himself.

"This...this can't be possible, how could such a thing happen..."

"Oh dear, Mr. Faldius, do you think he's a true saint, or a false saint?"

Francesca watched the flustered Faldius with amusement, her lifeless eyes reflecting his panicked face.

"What saint! It must be the magician from the Clock Tower, one of those Western European magicians!"

"He's just a Servant at best!"

Faldius gritted his teeth slightly, then, as if hypnotizing himself, said seriously...

He could only think that way, or rather, he and his United States of America had to make such a declaration!

What else can we do? Declare that the other person is a true saint?

What has become of America? Gomorrah? Sodom? Or Egypt under the Ten Plagues?

And what was his demand? To slaughter all the evildoers within the United States—what difference is there between fulfilling this demand and destroying the country!

"Really? Hahahaha, yes, you're absolutely right!" Francesca burst into laughter beside her, almost laughing until she cried.

"That's it! That's how it should be! Humans are really... hahaha, so funny!"

After laughing, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Francesca patted Faldius on the shoulder and said earnestly...

"However, even so, I will still stand on your side~~~ Don't worry about me, because I truly don't want humanity to really perish."

After all, without humans, there's no fun. But Francesca is at most a human being; as for Americans...

Faldius, his face contorted with rage, flung Francesca's hand away, grabbed his phone, and began making calls to search for Tsurugi's whereabouts. Then, to their surprise...

This disaster, which has ravaged the world, has no place to hide.

After he finished doing all that, he casually found a coffee shop and sat down without any attempt to hide it.

Even before this, he made no attempt to conceal his whereabouts and openly found a Japanese girl named Tsubaki Kugaoka here.

—That's right, he really is this girl's Servant!

Faldius was immediately confident and ordered his men to begin action!

216. [FSF Strange Counterfeit] Pale Knight - Plague