Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

McKenna led the way, with Lin Feng and Sarah following behind her, crossing the slightly soft grass to reach the leaping campfire.

As they drew closer, the firelight clearly illuminated the faces gathered around the campfire.

Lin Feng's gaze swept across the crowd, pausing slightly. He noticed that there were several young women in the crowd whose facial features, and even their height and build, were quite similar.

They sat or stood quietly to one side, mostly dressed in simple long dresses, while the others were all dressed in jeans.

The two outfits present a stark contrast.

McKenna walked to the campfire, clapped her hands, and turned the music down a little.

"Hey guys, let me introduce our most special guest tonight."

She turned to the side, gestured to Lin Feng, and smiled proudly. "This is Lin Feng, a friend from the East, and also the 'Kung Fu Cowboy' I met at the town's arena today."

He accomplished something we all thought was impossible.

All eyes turned to Lin Feng, curiously scrutinizing this Eastern face.

The response was lukewarm, even somewhat subdued, with only a few scattered "hi"s and nods.

After all, Texas is known for its tough people, and an unfamiliar Asian face is not common. Moreover, the nickname "Kung Fu Cowboy" sounds more like a nickname or a joke.

McKenna seemed to have anticipated this, and she calmly introduced the other people present.

Most of them were farmhands, neighbors, and a few of her friends who had come from the city.

After the introduction, she suddenly picked up a tablet computer from the small wooden table next to her, quickly swiped her fingers a few times, and then turned the screen towards the audience.

"I know words are not enough, come on, seeing is believing." She raised her voice and pressed play.

The screen immediately began playing footage that was clearly taken with a mobile phone this afternoon at the Bull Rider Arena. It was a bit shaky, but the key parts were exceptionally clear.

Lin Feng steadied himself on the back of the raging bull, and after the timer rang, he calmly stood up, did a backflip, and landed. What followed was the earth-shattering process of grabbing the bull's horns with his bare hands and throwing it over his shoulder to the North African bull.

The video also included deafening gasps and the final frenzied cheers from the scene.

The area around the campfire fell silent instantly, with only the sounds from the video and the crackling of the flames remaining.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the glowing screen, their faces filled with disbelief.

When they saw the bull being violently thrown to the ground, several men instinctively gasped, while the women covered their mouths and let out suppressed gasps.

"Oh my god..."

"My God, is this...is this real?"

"This is incredible! He's practically Superman!"

"No wonder McKenna treated him like a treasure and invited him here."

The originally calm, even slightly scrutinizing atmosphere was completely ignited by this video, turning into a mixture of shock, awe, and intense interest.

The way everyone looked at Lin Feng now was completely different.

At this moment, a white man who had been sitting quietly opposite Lin Feng suddenly stood up.

He was in his early thirties, with an ordinary appearance, wearing a shirt and khaki pants. He had a gentle demeanor, even a bit of a scholarly air, which didn't quite match the rugged style of the cowboys around him.

But his blue eyes were unusually bright at this moment, staring intently at Lin Feng as if he had discovered a rare treasure, the heat in his gaze almost tangible.

He strode up to Lin Feng, extended his hand, and smiled sincerely and excitedly. He spoke in fluent Chinese with only a slight accent: "Hi, Lin, this must be God's will."

It's so nice to meet you. My name is Joseph Smith, you can call me Smith.

Lin Feng was somewhat surprised and reached out to shake his hand: "Hello, Mr. Smith, your Chinese is very good."

"Thank you, I used to preach in Taiwan."

Oh... I worked there for two years.

Smith held Lin Feng's hand with moderate strength and spoke with great enthusiasm, "Lin, what I just saw was not human power at all."

That must be a miracle, a wonder that God revealed to the world through your hands.

I think you may have received divine revelation and are a prophet of our time. This is so exciting!

Seeing that the other party was somewhat enthusiastic, Lin Feng calmly withdrew his hand and said indifferently, "You flatter me."

I'm just a little stronger, using leverage; besides, I'm an atheist.

"No, no, no!" Smith shook his head repeatedly, his expression even more earnest. "You just haven't realized the mission you carry."

Strength itself may be cultivated, but that kind of control, that kind of extraordinary performance, is anything but ordinary.

Are you interested in learning about our beliefs?

Join us, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints?

"The Church of Latter-day Saints?" Lin Feng was unfamiliar with the name, so he asked in English;

Sarah, standing nearby, darkened and whispered, "It's what everyone usually calls the 'Mormon Church,' a notorious cult known worldwide."

Smith explained enthusiastically, "The aim of our church is to return to a purer faith and lifestyle that is more in line with God's original intentions."

One very important point is to encourage large families to follow the commandment to "be fruitful and multiply".

They insist on polygamy and having many children.

He paused, then looked at Lin Feng with burning eyes, "If you are interested in joining, I assure you that you will receive the most sincere acceptance."

"Even look," he turned to the side, pointing to several young women who looked alike by the campfire, "those are my four sisters."

They were all devout, pure, and obedient good girls.

If you wish, they can all become your wives, serve you, bear your children, and absolutely obey your will; you are their God.

If you're not satisfied, I have other sisters; I have a total of eighteen sisters.

People like you, possessing God-given power, are precisely the kind of prophetic candidates our church needs most, and who are best positioned to promote and glorify our doctrines.

Lin Feng looked in the direction he pointed. The four girls who had been named seemed a little shy, with their heads down. Occasionally, they would steal a glance at Lin Feng and then quickly look away.

To be fair, their looks are not outstanding, perhaps slightly above average, but they are all very gentle and even a little timid.

Sarah, who was standing to the side, had already turned pale. Although she couldn't understand Chinese, she could still understand Smith's actions.

Unable to hold back any longer, she grabbed Lin Feng's arm tightly and coldly interrupted in English, "Darling, don't listen to him."

What Mormonism? It's a cult.

In the United States and other countries around the world, some of their branches are closely monitored by law enforcement agencies and have even been designated as dangerous organizations.

Their leader is a key target of the government's crackdown due to his involvement in multiple serious crimes, including fraud, coercion, bigamy, and even control of minors.

She turned to Smith, speaking faster and with obvious hostility: "They use all sorts of means to proselytize around the world, essentially manipulating believers, especially women, through mind control and isolation."

They advocate and practice polygamy, even if it is illegal, they circumvent it through so-called "spiritual marriage" by exchanging daughters for wives.

After their daughters turn 13, they are exchanged with other members of the Demonic Sect. As long as a daughter is born, she is exchanged and becomes a wife. One daughter is equivalent to one wife. It's disgusting.

In their eyes, women are simply controllable objects.

These girls have not received a normal education, cannot even read English newspapers, are completely illiterate, and are subjected to mental control and exploitation their entire lives.

They were enslaved for life.

It has plunged countless women into a miserable situation.

Not only that, but they also frequently engage in incestuous marriages, such as uncles marrying their nieces, which is simply absurd.

In addition, they are suspected of large-scale tax fraud and abusive and violent control of church members.