Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

The beast fled in disarray, proving that even without the powerful holy sword, you are unstoppable with just your sacred armor. Now you decide to give chase, demonstrate your strength, and leave your beast utterly hopeless.

"I don't."

Seeing the cheat system start spouting nonsense again, Mi An smiled through her tense face and decisively rejected the advice offered by this rambling fellow.

The enemy has fled.

In this brief yet protracted standoff, Mian achieved a temporary victory.

Watching the other person's voice and figure retreat, they finally crashed through a rusty apartment door and disappeared completely into the thick darkness behind it.

After waiting for a long time to confirm that he had indeed left the place, a strong feeling of exhaustion suddenly surged up from the muscles on the inside of his calves, making Mian almost unable to stand.

But he still managed to hold his body up, trying his best not to reveal the slightest weakness.

What do you mean by unstoppable? It's clearly a matter of life and death.

Mian felt that she had already grasped the nature of her cheat code to some extent.

Ultimately, it tells the story of Mian, the king of Hareth, not the story of Mian, an unemployed worker.

Although the unemployed employee Mian could bask in a little of the king's glory, he was ultimately not "him." The king could approach the beast without a second thought, while Mian could not. The king's armor could protect him from the beast's claws, while Mian's armor would only be slashed by a dagger.

If Mian always listens to the cheat code, he'll eventually die from carelessness.

Thinking this, Mian did not choose to pursue him, which might expose his outward strength but inner weakness, but simply stood up straight in place.

Mian couldn't demonstrate his strength by giving chase. But it was hard to say whether the other party would continue to spy on the place in some way after escaping.

The performance must continue, and it must become even more realistic. An arrogant and powerful superhuman would never reveal a completely different side after the enemy has fled.

He forced himself to straighten his back, his gaze sweeping across the direction Org had disappeared and the surrounding scenery, a playful expression on his face. Like an arrogant superhuman who looked down on bastards and found them merely amusing—at least that's how Mian tried to appear.

But this wasn't a long-term solution. Mian knew very well that his so-called "power" was nothing more than a carefully woven illusion, which could be shattered at any moment. Fortunately, although his cheat system wasn't entirely reliable, thanks to it, Mian wasn't truly an ordinary person. Taking advantage of the opponent's retreat, perhaps he could use this opportunity to make the charade real.

During the long afternoon, besides investigating the Kim Bok Building, Mian did one other thing: sewed a pocket onto the inside of his underwear.

As the only piece of clothing she could wear in her fully defensive state, Mian tried to make this thin garment carry more items—such as a shard of mirror or a few rough children's cards.

Mian's gaze first fell on Shirley lying on the ground. The red-haired veteran lay in the cold corner, his chest rising and falling weakly, a glaring bloodstain remaining at the corner of his mouth, and a small patch of dark red seeping beneath him. Mian crouched down, his fingers quickly placing them on Shirley's carotid artery—the pulse was weak but still steady.

Thanks to the veteran's extraordinary resilience, his breathing, though labored, did not cease. And while the wound in his abdomen bled continuously, the opening was clear, without serious internal bleeding, and it was clearly not a vital organ.

Shirley's life is temporarily out of danger, but it's clear he won't wake up anytime soon.

After confirming Sherry's condition, Mian stood up, a slight headache on her face.

Mian can grant these ordinary people the power of "royal attendants" through investiture, but if possible, Mian would prefer to choose someone he is more familiar with, such as Sherry.

However, considering the current situation, now is not the time to be picky.

Mian turned around and faced Leo, the mixed-race boy who was lying on the ground trembling.

The mixed-race youth, Leo Lee, could only be described as "collapsed." His body was trembling violently, his teeth were chattering, and his eyes were filled with pure, animalistic fear.

Clearly, Mian's cold-blooded performance just now not only frightened the beast-like enemy, but also terrified this poor, honest man.

As he watched Mi'an approach step by step, the poor fellow actually knelt down on the ground and began to kowtow vigorously.

"I am deeply sorry, I did not know you were such a powerful being. I am willing to offer my humble life for you, although I may be insignificant to a higher being like you, but... I still hope that you will forgive my offense."

Leo's voice trembled, and the last syllable still carried a trace of exhaustion, clearly indicating that speaking these words had exhausted all his courage.

However, he was facing Mian, who was actually acting, and Mian felt incredibly awkward. He began to regret whether he had been too engrossed in solving the mystery and forgotten to socialize with this young man.

If I could get to know him a little better, perhaps he wouldn't treat me like a tiger or leopard.

However, it's too late to say any of this now. In this environment where they might be under surveillance, Mian has no chance to explain and can only continue this charade.

"Do you hate that bastard?"

The gentle voice reached his ears, causing Leo to quickly raise his head and look at the seemingly naked man in front of him, who was actually the "Dominator," confirming that the expression on his face was not one of disgust, but rather a pleasant smile.

The honest and simple-minded Leo then realized that the bastard the naked man was referring to was the beast-like attacker in the black cloak.

"I hate him, I hate him. He did that to Brother Shirley, and he almost killed me... Yes, I hate him, sir, I hate him."

This is a lie. The weak have no right to hate. This is a widely held belief in the West, a country that was a loser in the World War, and it is also a tenet that Leo believed in.

Leo felt no hatred towards that beast-like man, only overwhelming fear and despair.

But compared to the fear of what's gone, it's clearly more important to please the powerful figure before you.

He nodded repeatedly, his face full of humility, fearing that if he hesitated any longer, his head would be severed by the powerful figure before him.

Leo couldn't understand what the man in front of him wanted. Perhaps the man was just asking to make fun of him, but so what? He knew he was a useless person. As long as he could survive, what did it matter if he became a clown? What did it matter if he had to kneel on the ground and lick people's feet?

Leo pressed his face to the ground, ready to lick the other man's feet, but at that moment, the strong man disguised as a thin, naked man said something Leo never expected.

"Since that's the case, I will grant you power. Use my power to exterminate that bastard you hate."