Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

Leo trembled again, but this time not from fear, but from unparalleled excitement.

Upon further reflection, Leo suddenly realized that despite the harsh tone, the person before him had never spoken ill of him before, and had even granted him such power after saving his life.

The reason I was so afraid of this man named Mian was simply because he had spoken ill of that strange person. But that strange person who attempted to commit violence seemed to deserve the title of "dog."

Just as angels in the scriptures, who come to earth by God's will, never need to speak kindly to evil demons.

Because of his family situation, Leo, who was still a child, spent most of his time boarding at a church school run by the Catholic Church.

There, he was forced by the priests and nuns to read all the scriptures.

Leo was utterly fed up with it all. He could never understand how, if God really existed, He could allow them to live in such poverty while the rich indulged in extravagance and wealth.

Leo thought that if the hell the priests spoke of truly existed, then it must be the human world right now. And after crossing the ocean and arriving in this new world, Leo's belief became even stronger.

The streets were filled with the walking dead, and the corners of the city were teeming with petty squabbles. This was not his impoverished hometown, but the richest and most powerful hegemon in the world today.

If God truly exists, then He should send down a conflagration of heavenly fire right now and burn this place to the ground.

Tonight, after witnessing the demon, Leo also witnessed the descent of an angel.

He must have come here to punish this world, that must be it, that must be it. He will sound the horns, summon the red, white, black, and yellow horses, and cleanse this sinful world.

The reason he gave himself this power was not to amuse himself, but to test whether he was qualified to ascend to heaven in the final judgment.

All of this is just Leo's conjecture, but if it's really like that, if it's really like that...

He clenched his fists, all fear forgotten, and now he had only one goal—to kill that demonic bastard.

Seeing the mixed-race youth in front of him suddenly tremble and his face filled with excitement, Mi An had no idea what he was thinking. She only vaguely felt that she had gotten herself into some big trouble.

"When I go out to apologize, will I get chopped into mincemeat?"

Mi An thought guiltily.

No, no, be serious, let's not think about that now. Rescuing Ain is the most important thing right now. From this perspective, it's a good thing that the other party is so motivated.

Leo effortlessly hoisted the enormous Sherry onto his back and began their ascent upwards with Mian.

Just then, the shards of mirror in the underwear pocket began to emit a slight amount of heat again.

Out of admirable chivalry, you chose not to pursue the beast, but instead stayed to care for the afflicted people and the foreign princess. However, every loss has its gain; the beast has now returned to the Black Forest, and it will use its entire understanding of this forest to exact revenge on you.

You won't let it succeed. You know you'll definitely look at its head, because you know the beast is the master of the Black Forest, but the Black Forest itself also grows on your land.

"Even a princess from a foreign land has come; could your cheat-like abilities get any more outrageous?"

Mian mentally scoffed. After filtering out the unimportant details, the white text revealed an important piece of information: the strange man was about to retaliate.

So how would he attack?

Mian immersed herself in the strange man's state of mind.

If I were that strange person, after being scared away by a seemingly powerful enemy, I would either try to verify whether the other party was truly powerful, or simply engage in combat based on the premise that the enemy was indeed powerful. In either case, it seems unlikely that the other party would stand in front of Mian in physical form again right now.

Based on the information we have so far, it seems that the opponent only has one attack method left to choose from.

"Mr. Leo, be careful, the space is about to start to distort."

"Hmm? How did you know?"

Leo, carrying Sherry on his back, showed a moment of confusion.

After receiving the power, he felt an unprecedented sense of confidence. His ears could hear the creaking of the cracks in the walls, and his eyes could pierce through the extreme darkness to see everything behind him.

Leo believed he wouldn't be as helpless as before, and he was confident he could defeat that monster, that demon.

However, even in his current state, he was completely unaware that something was amiss.

Could it be that this adult, who appears to be an angel, is mistaken?

For a fleeting moment, Leo was puzzled. But Mian had already taken two steps forward and grabbed his arm.

But at that moment, the world suddenly changed.

They were walking on the landing of the stairs leading to the sixth floor. The solid concrete steps, along with the thin layer of dust underfoot, did not collapse or shatter right before their eyes, but instead appeared elsewhere as if by some kind of inversion.

One second you're standing on solid ground, the next you're in a dizzying void.

"ah--"

Leo's cry of alarm barely rang out before the feeling of weightlessness gripped the three of them. He, Sherry on his back, and Mian plummeted downwards without warning.

He frantically reached out, trying to grab anything that could stop his fall—a protruding brickwork, an exposed steel bar, even a fleeting section of stair railing. But just as he was about to succeed, things that shouldn't be there repeatedly caused Leo's outstretched hands to miss their mark.

The scene in the lobby of the Jin Fu Building suddenly appeared. Leo saw the magnificent but dusty crystal chandelier on the left wall swaying to the left in a way that defied the laws of physics.

Next, there's the stair railing on the sixteenth-floor corridor where a drunk man once fell to his death; the signs of recent repairs are clearly visible.

Even the ceiling light from that comfortable room on the 21st floor appeared here, its warm yellow light appearing eerily strange amidst the distorted fragments of space.

The principles of space seem to fail at this moment.

Scenes from different floors and directions, like shattered mirrors, were illogically embedded in every corner of the descent. They spun, pieced together, and flashed wildly like a kaleidoscope.

The cold draft, carrying the stench of sewers, the pungent smell of disinfectant, and the lingering odors of food from different households, lashed against my face in a chaotic manner.

The light flickered wildly, its brightness constantly shifting.

At that moment, Leo seemed to hear space wailing.