Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

Faced with the surging demonic apostles, you immediately saw through the conspiracy behind them and thus calmly and strategically moved with your entourage to the castle in the suburbs. The mastermind grinned maliciously, believing he had intimidated you, but only you knew that as the respected King of the Kingdom of Haris, everything was still entirely under your control.

But punishing the mastermind is a matter for later. As Your Majesty, you have only one task now: to enjoy the breakfast prepared by the castle's top chef.

"Your fried noodles."

"Thanks."

Looking at the two-dollar box of fried noodles handed over by the roadside stall owner, and the words "Mianmian" displayed on the shards of the mirror, he accepted it expressionlessly while expressing his sincere gratitude to the early-rising stall owner.

It's already the morning of the second day since Mi An transmigrated to this world. He has gradually gotten used to the nonsense that his cheat ability usually spouts and no longer wastes his precious energy on complaining about it.

It was just before dawn. The child, Ain, was still sleeping soundly in the tent, while Mian had woken up early. After confirming through the mirror that the storage room was still safe, she hurriedly moved all her possessions back to the tent in the Unyielding Park.

Although it's called property, there's actually not much of it in total.

The gun and approximately five hundred dollars came from the gangsters who had come to collect debts. As for the original owner's own possessions, besides the set of clothes and a few coins in her pocket, there was nothing else; even her driver's license, which she should have carried with her, was nowhere to be found. It's truly unimaginable what the original owner went through during the six months that Mian had no memory of.

Squatting by the roadside, eating fried noodles, and replenishing her energy, Mian began to think about her next plan.

First and foremost, Mian still couldn't bear to abandon the Holy Sword. Even with slim hopes, he was determined to focus his search on the sword, centering on several gathering points of homeless people. However, this wasn't the most urgent task at the moment. After all, frankly speaking, finding the Holy Sword wasn't the only way for Mian to improve his combat power.

Secondly, there's the investigation into the Celestial Cult and the mysterious assassination commissions, which directly relates to Mian's life and future. After all, while being in debt to the mafia and reduced to vagrancy would be a devastating blow to most people, for Mian, with his invisible armor and the knight Ain by his side, it's hardly a problem. With that kind of power in this essentially capitalist Oceania, even if he couldn't repay his debts and become incredibly wealthy, he could always find a way to leave the Federation. But with those mystical forces watching, all of that is just wishful thinking.

As for the direction of the investigation, Mian initially thought of finding an opportunity to infiltrate the nudist church's meeting place or chapel. However, after seeing the 20 yuan commission to protect him on the assassin's dark web yesterday, Mian had a new idea.

As the saying goes, "Once a thief, always a thief." Killing an unemployed office worker is vastly different from protecting one, not to mention the rewards for protection are far less than those for killing.

Posting such a message on the killer dark web is completely pointless, unless it wasn't intended to attract killers in the first place.

After flattening the empty cardboard box and throwing it into a roadside trash can, Mian reopened the sniper's phone and opened the protection request that was unusual for the entire website.

The commissions posted on the assassin's dark web are usually just notices. To learn more details and actually sign a contract, you usually have to pay extra to open a private chat window on the assassin's dark web.

This protection commission also has a private chat function, which means that Mian can contact the person who issued the protection commission simply by clicking that button.

Mian hesitated before pressing the button, unsure if it would be another entrapment attempt. But then she thought that whatever the situation, it seemed less dangerous than forcibly storming the Celestial Church, so she relented.

"Hello, I'd like to take on this commission."

Avoiding the surveillance cameras and the people around her, Mian opened a private chat window, typed this line of text, and sent it.

Regardless of the circumstances, disguising himself as an assassin to communicate with him should be the best option. However, just as Mian was thinking of saying something to make his disguise more convincing, a message from the other party appeared on Mian's screen within a few seconds of Mian sending the previous message.

Just like that concise request, the message only contained those few words and then there was no further response.

"See you in person at the Black Tower District War Chariot Band concert on September 24th."

Mian swallowed hard. The few seconds between replies didn't seem like a pre-programmed procedure. But such a short time made it seem as if the other person was waiting for him to send a message.

Who exactly is this person? Did he see through Mi An's identity?

One question remained unresolved, but more questions arose in her mind. The only positive thing was that, at this moment, Mian had a clearer goal.

He opened his phone and searched for information about the band Chariots. Thanks to the power of the modern internet, all information about them was presented to Mian in a short time.

The Chariots, a four-member rock band consisting of a lead vocalist/guitarist, a bassist, a drummer, and a keyboardist, enjoys national popularity in the Ocean Federation. Their concert tickets often sell out as soon as they go on sale.

They will be holding their first concert at the prestigious Black Dome, the most renowned performance venue in the Black Tower district. With a top-tier band and a superb venue, the concert generated immense buzz from the moment it was announced. Not only did tens of thousands of tickets sell out, but scalped tickets were also being resold for as much as 50,000 US dollars.

Even those who couldn't snag tickets are still eagerly anticipating this performance that can truly be called legendary.

By this point, Mian was already drenched in sweat.

What is the background of the other party that they want him to attend a concert by such a top-tier band? Do they have some unrealistic expectation of his financial resources?

For a poor man who preferred quiet, Mian naturally resisted this meeting place. But he didn't have any better way to investigate, so he had no choice but to accept it.

It's September 17th, and there are seven days left until the concert. In order to achieve his investigation goals, Mian must raise 9 Eagle Dollars in this short period of time to buy scalped tickets or figure out a way to sneak into the heavily guarded venue.