Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

Mian reacted almost immediately and reached out to Sherry, who was falling, without hesitation.

Compared to Leo, who went to destroy the magic circle and the statue, Mian's position was much closer to Sherry. He was prepared from the beginning to rescue Sherry the moment she was in danger.

Despite the illusions appearing and disappearing, and the spatial distortions causing Mian to momentarily lose his composure, he still managed to grab Sherry's hand in time. Then, using all his strength, he positioned himself beneath Sherry, becoming a human cushion for the wounded soldier.

With a loud thud as the corner of the table made intimate contact with "the King's Armor," Mian and Sherry landed heavily on the ground.

With the "King's Armor," a fall from this height naturally wouldn't cause much damage. What Mian was afraid of was being crushed by Sherry, who was of similar weight.

Surprisingly, Mian felt that Sherry, who was sprawled on top of her, didn't seem to weigh as much as she had imagined.

A hint of doubt arose in Mian's mind, but before she could ponder it further, Leo rushed over in a panic, lifted Sherry off Mian, and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"fine."

Mian dusted himself off and stood up. He then noticed that the mixed-race youth before him was inexplicably displaying an expression of profound reverence.

"Yes, how could something have happened to you? You'll definitely be alright."

He muttered to himself, making Mian feel a little embarrassed again.

"Forget it, forget about that. The most important thing right now is to get to the 17th floor and rescue Ain."

Mian turned her attention back to the entire room.

Just like the first impression, this is a room that seems to be filled with minimalist design.

The monotonous walls and minimalist furniture make this place look less like a personal home and more like a temporary dwelling.

Mian also had an image of this room in her mind.

This is the room of the white-collar woman who jumped to her death.

"At this rate, am I going to have to walk through the room where every victim was killed?"

Mian thought this way, but she had already made up her mind.

Now that we've already solved this once, finding it again shouldn't be too difficult. Besides, there are only three people who actually died in the right place.

After passing this hurdle, you just need to go through the rooftop, and you'll probably be able to reach the location of the mastermind behind it all.

"Mr. Leo."

Mian was calling out the mixed-race youth's name, preparing to ask him to join her in searching for any possible traces of the magic circle, when suddenly something unexpected happened.

…………

"They're coming! They're coming!"

Hidden in the disused elevator shaft, Org watched through the massive magic array that spanned the entire building as Mian and his companions approached him step by step. An overwhelming fear gripped his heart.

"What's going on with these guys? And what's with that naked man? Not only does he have 'minions' loyal to him, but he can also casually grant a mortal such immense power, and he can precisely shatter spatial teleportation and disrupt ritual nodes. At this rate, I'll have nowhere to hide sooner or later. Who is he? Just how powerful is he?"

Org was tearing at his hair in utter rage. What should have been a smooth process had become a complete mess because of this pervert's intervention.

Most importantly, when the city of Org reported this as an accident to its leader, trying to ask for his support and forgiveness, the man who had guided him onto the path of the extraordinary simply told him over the phone that the organization was in trouble and Org had to complete the mission on his own.

How is that possible?

Org almost roared at the man in a fit of utter disrespect. But the mastermind behind the Anvil Gang simply said coldly:

"Olge, you haven't been driven to the brink yet. You still have so much to give. Now, complete your mission."

Not driven to the brink? If this doesn't count as being driven to the brink, then what does?

Olger's eyes were bloodshot as he racked his brains for something else he could give, until his eyes caught sight of his own body.

The mastermind behind it all had taught him that for extraordinary individuals who had embarked on the righteous path, there were only three ways to enhance their strength. One was to modify themselves; another was to rely on pre-arranged magical array rituals; and the third was to exchange themselves or a part of the world for power from the gods hidden in history.

Reaching down his throat, Olger pulled a book from his stomach.

This book comes from a "fisherman" who himself possesses unique magic, and most importantly, it records a large number of powerful spells that are cast through sacrifice and self-torture.

He also remembered how he sneaked into the apartment where the "fisherman" lived, killed the "fisherman," took the book, and how, after seeing the book's excessively cruel content, he chose to hide it away forever.

But now it seems the time has finally come to use the spells recorded in this book.

With trembling hands, Olger turned the pages of the book and, following its instructions, extended his claws and closed his eyes.

Sharp fingernails pressed against the temple, the subtle sound of skin tearing was exceptionally clear in the deathly silence. Blood slid down, staining the spine of the book, and a blood-soaked sheet of paper was ripped off and thrown outside the elevator shaft.

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What kind of monster is it?

Compared to that beast-like monster, the humanoid figure that Mian was facing at this moment, breaking down the bedroom door in the upside-down room and falling from the "sky," was closer to the image of the monster in the nightmare.

Its slender, black body, resembling an alien, was covered with a bloody face, while its arms were like iron hammers, enormous and brimming with unparalleled power.

As soon as it entered, it launched a swift attack on Mian. But at that moment, Leo roared and pounced on the dark monster.

He charged forward like a cannonball, his arms gripping the monster's slender waist tightly. With a dull thud from their brute force collision, the two tumbled and crashed into a wardrobe in the corner. The wooden planks shattered, and clothes scattered like snowflakes. Leo was thrown back several steps, his back slamming against the wall, but he grimaced and refused to budge.

"grown ups!"

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and an incredibly resolute expression appeared on his face.

"I'll hold this guy off. Do whatever you want."

His incredibly courageous declaration was a stark contrast to his previous image of wetting his pants. But Mian felt a pang of guilt, realizing that his confidence likely stemmed from the way he was putting on an act.

Unfortunately, this mixed-race Qingqing did not understand that although he could grant people power, he himself was nothing more than a homeless man wearing armor.

But it's no use saying all this now. All Mian can do is accept the other party's kindness and find a way to the next place before the other party is killed by this monster.