Demigod Mage in America

Raine raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"You actually chose this one, you have good taste."

However, this wasn't the best thing he put in the store.

The two best are divination and emotional perception.

The former is a daily fortune telling service that can provide a vague answer to your daily horoscope.

Good or bad, or a mixture of both.

It's like a little magic he developed; he cosplayed as a Gypsy in another world for a while before.

Another is the ability to sense changes in the target's emotions.

In social interactions, every action, every word, and even a glance can trigger changes in the other person's emotions, and this magic is what Renn developed to skip class.

Back when he wasn't rich, he got a lot of things by doing this.

It's good that Ms. Lux chose to be self-reliant.

Raine watched as Lux activated her ability on the screen.

Her vision would be instantly covered by a deep blue filter, while the usable trash around her would be illuminated with a golden glow.

As for what constitutes "usable trash," it's simply what Lux urgently needs right now, and the magic will guide her to find that.

That was essentially her need; magic was just a filter, though she certainly didn't know that.

Ryan watched as she, guided by magic, picked up a coat discarded by a 300-pound white woman.

"Hmm...we need to add some rules for her."

Especially when he saw the golden orb of light on his body, which was of much higher quality than before, Renn's lips curled up even more.

He discovered that rules don't necessarily have to be strict; they just need to be accepted by the other party.

Just as Lux has acknowledged the existence of the system and is determined to use it to make a comeback, it is equivalent to her abiding by the game rules set by Raine.

Therefore, the faith offered is naturally purer and more concise.

"If a highly addicted internet user were to play this game..."

After thinking for a moment, Ryan felt a little short of breath.

How charming.

If only I could have gotten into the gaming industry back then.

In that game, the divine role was useless; it wasn't good at combat, and its potential was limited.

However, in a modern city, the situation is completely different in the gaming world.

Of course, his understanding of rules is also quite good.

After all, order and rules certainly exist in every world—except in places of chaos.

Looking at the power of faith in his hand, Renn sensed it and realized that he was currently at the most devout level among the servants. With a little more development, he could be promoted to believer.

But it probably wouldn't be enough to build his miniature magic network; it would require the faith of at least three deacons, who are one rank higher than the believers, and this faith would have to be supplied continuously.

Now, these beliefs can only be used as building blocks for God's kingdom.

After casually handing the faith to the agency, Rein turned his gaze to the Eagle Eye technique before him.

Rein approved of Lux's hacking into the broadcast.

Anything not prohibited by law is permissible.

Exploiting loopholes is an unavoidable part of the rule-based system.

But you can drill, and I can block.

Rule 3: Obtaining any property through illegal means is prohibited.

Rule 4: Participation in illegal organizations is prohibited.

Of course, Raine didn't completely block it; he just prevented Lux ​​from immediately getting rid of her homeless status through hacking.

In the video, Lux's smile freezes after she gets $20 through hacking.

Just now, she helped a gang member crack the combination lock on a door.

Damn it!

Renn laughed even harder as he watched Lux ​​swearing on the screen.

Her already impoverished life as a homeless person was made even worse.

"If you keep doing this, won't the little pearls fall off?"

He rubbed his chin, wondering if he should give her some positive feedback.

You have to give a sweet treat after every slap; that's how you keep the "players" motivated.

Just then, a man walked by carrying a huge empty box, and Ryan snapped his fingers.

The man's originally cheerful eyes flashed with a hint of confusion before he walked to the side and put the box down.

He casually grabbed the $20 bill from the side and left; this money was Lux's reward.

At that moment, Lux activated her skill, and an invisible ripple spread outwards.

How conspicuous is a cardboard box as tall as a person?

Even without highlighting, it's still noticeable; after highlighting, it's even more obvious.

Looking at the cardboard box that stood like a Dick on the street, Lux felt that she could see it as long as she wasn't blind.

[Cardboard box: the outer packaging of the refrigerator; sleeping in it may not be comfortable, but it's definitely better than being outdoors.]

This is actually a house?

Lux felt like the sky had fallen. Was this what homeless people all lived?

Just as she hesitated, several homeless people actually rushed towards her.

How can this be!

Without saying a word, Lux rushed forward, picked up the box, and ran.

The new rules made things even more difficult for her, but they also made Lux realize something.

That is, she might have caught the eye of someone, and whether that person is acting out of a wicked sense of humor or something else, this is an opportunity for her.

If she wants to climb the ladder, she has to follow the rules.

Lux might have objected a few days earlier—no, a few months earlier—but not now.

In any case, barring any unforeseen circumstances, she will face this predicament in a few months; it's just happening earlier now.

Just last week, she was tempted to sell her blood. To pay off her mortgage, her friend had already sold one of her molars.

Clutching a cardboard box, she ran wildly through the streets of Manhattan, New York. The cold wind couldn't stop her, and her coat couldn't even slow her down.

Lux has figured it out: as long as she completes the tasks, she can earn points.

She has figured out that it can be divided into clothing, food, and housing.

She gets one cent for receiving a relief meal, one cent for finding shelter, and one cent for finding the coat she just found.

Although she doesn't usually play games, she reads a lot of novels, which makes her very clear-headed.

Although it's outrageous, she's probably participating in a large-scale reality show "game".

The name is: Alive

the other side.

Inside the firm, Ryan, who was watching the show, suddenly noticed the blackboard flashing.

"It seems that's all for today's program."

He deactivated Eagle Eye, the image disappeared, and he turned to look at the corner.

There was a man there with severe burns.

The shop's former owner was also the reason why Renn didn't deal with those antiques.

In a sense, they still belong to an owner, and he has no right to dispose of them.

"Please sit down."

The ghost wasn't as agitated as when they first saw it, perhaps because Raine had already begun to transform this place into a divine realm.

No, this place can only be considered a "holy land" now. It will only be considered a divine kingdom when he can create an independent intelligent race here, or transform it into an independent small world.

However, even in a sacred place, not just anyone can act recklessly; at least, the spirit in front of us certainly can't.

"Who are you……"

Raine found it unbearable to hear the ghost's smoky voice, which was tinged with sores from the fire. So he simply waved his hand, and the muttering ghost was suddenly grabbed by the neck, letting out a whimper.

"Now you may speak, guest."

He tapped the table, and the ghost gasped for breath as if granted a pardon.

He was almost strangled to death! A cold hand reached into his throat, pulled something out, and then shoved something back in.

"What did you do to me?"

The ghost was stunned halfway through its sentence.

"My voice... my voice is back!"

Raine did not interrupt the excited ghost. He placed his hands flat on the armrests, his left foot on his right knee, and his expression was calm.

Everyone feels excited when something they've lost comes back.

He was quite excited when he was brought back to life a while ago.

After a while, perhaps the ferocity within him was aroused, the ghost let out a low, inhuman growl at Renn.

"ha……"

Then, without seeing any movement from Renn, he was launched out on his own.

At the same time, sharp wooden stakes appeared from the void, piercing his body and pinning him to the wall like a dartboard.

"I must remind you, you're here chatting with me because you're a guest. If you weren't a guest..."