Demigod Mage in America

Nighttime, Manhattan, 97th Street, VIP room at Leighton Bar.

The bar, which should have been bustling with people, now only had a dozen or so people.

The waiters who worked there were also notified tonight that the business was closed and they didn't need to come to work.

David, his face bruised and swollen, was forced to kneel on the ground by two burly black men in suits.

The bar had just opened today when he was pinned to the ground and beaten unconscious. When he woke up, this was the scene before him.

In the booth opposite him, an obese Latino man was smoking a cigar and had a girl on each arm.

He looked at David below as if he were looking at a dead man.

"You betrayed me?"

David's lip was swollen; it was from being hit with the sole of a shoe, and a soccer ball kick almost knocked his teeth out.

"I...I didn't." His tone was weak, but he was very certain, because he had deleted all the surveillance footage here, so the other party couldn't possibly know.

The man in the booth was one of Murphy's most trusted henchmen, nicknamed Wild Boar.

"Heh, interesting. Still being stubborn. Show it to him."

He gestured to the black bodyguard next to him, who immediately took out his phone, operated it for a while, and then showed it to David.

In the scene, Ryan comes in and ends up chatting with David, and what they're talking about is...

"Do you want Murphy to die so you can inherit everything he has?"

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"You've been eyeing his two girlfriends for a long time, haven't you? Think about those breasts that are bigger than watermelons, and those legs."

David's pupils widened in disbelief; he had never said those words!

Yes, he and Ryan did meet, but there were no conversations like the ones mentioned above.

"It's all fake!" David's mouth was deformed, causing him to speak with a slight lisp.

"Fake? Haha, hahaha." The wild boar, chewing on a cigar, pulled out a remote control from his body and pressed it. The walls on both sides flipped up, revealing two rows of pinhole cameras.

After doing all this, he turned around and exhaled a puff of smoke at David: "You don't think I was just trying to trick you out of nothing, do you?"

David's pupils contracted; all these years, the wild boar had never believed him!

He wanted to explain, but the other party wouldn't give him the chance.

People who can get away with things for so long without getting into trouble don't have the concept of mercy in their dictionary.

He simply pulled out his phone and made a call.

David panicked. He knew what this meant: after a while, he would see a family portrait of his deceased relatives.

"No! Don't do this! If you have a problem, come at me!"

David tried to struggle, but the strength of the two black bodyguards behind him made it impossible for him to resist, and the scalpel was also taken away.

"Get rid of that woman and send me a picture."

The wild boar spoke in a cold tone, issuing an order as if it were not a human life, but a cold, hard number.

David's eyes widened in fury as he tried to get up and fight back, but the black bodyguard kicked him in the shin, and another man pinned him down, using his knee as a fulcrum to press down on his neck and keep him on the ground.

At this moment, he was filled with remorse. If he had known that Murphy had never trusted him, he would have been better off working for Ryan.

Since he's going to die anyway, why doesn't he accept death with honor, instead of lying here so helplessly?

"I'll make you understand the price of betrayal."

The wild boar flipped through the notes they had taken from him, which were filled with symbols written in neat handwriting that he couldn't understand.

But he understood the magic circle on the last page.

A ritual? No! David couldn't possibly have that kind of power.

Having known each other for many years, Wild Boar had long seen through this man. He was cowardly, weak, and afraid of trouble. Apart from taking some responsibility in protecting his family, he was useless in every other aspect.

Moreover, the font on it was extremely exquisite; even someone as illiterate as him could appreciate its beauty, so it definitely couldn't be David.

Could this ritual have originated from that mysterious visitor?

Although he didn't know what effect this would have, he instinctively chose to report it.

Take out your phone, take a picture, edit the email, and send it.

David, lying on the ground, was being crushed by the two men and was in great pain.

The sounds of wild boars and women laughing and joking constantly stimulated his nerves.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

Drip...

A tear slid down his cheek and landed on the smooth floor.

Silence reigned all around. David sobbed softly. He had been here for so many years, and he had never been able to go back to see his son, who had gone from school to about to enter university. They could only communicate through video calls.

Wasn't it all because he wanted to protect his family? But look what he's done now!

Drip...

If only... if only he would agree to Renn's request!

The thought had barely formed when all around suddenly fell silent.

The sound of the wild boar remained silent for a long time, and even the heavy suppression from the bodyguards behind them disappeared.

David looked up and was astonished to find that everything around him seemed to have frozen in time.

No, it's not that time stopped, it's that this group of people stopped.

The bodyguard stood still, but the force restraining him was reduced by half, and David easily broke free of his restraints.

The wild boar on the booth had its hands inside the girls' clothes, revealing large areas of fair skin and its southern hemisphere.

The two hot women didn't seem to care at all about their wardrobe malfunctions.

Strangely, the clock on the wall was still running, and the water stains on the floor were drying quickly.

So it's not that time has stopped, but rather that this group of people has had their time paused.

Involuntarily, he thought of Raine.

Could it be that man? He wasn't quite sure. If it was, how terrifying would his strength be!

All of this was enough to send chills down David's spine—the sudden visit, coupled with this bizarre and unpredictable ability…

David looked around, and it was this action that made him realize with horror that the entrance to the VIP room had been replaced by an old-fashioned door.

It looks like the style of an old shop on Broadway in the last century; just by looking at it, you can feel its antiquity.

A plaque, without any light bulbs but shimmering with a soft golden light, hangs above the door, shining brightly.

Always ready to help.

"Holy shit!" He got up and tugged at his hair.

What the hell is this thing?

David swore that the door had never existed.

He looked around at the dozen or so people who seemed to have been put on pause, including Wild Boar and his gang.

And this strange door that suddenly appeared.

What should he do now?

As David was thinking this, he suddenly felt a weight in his hand. The notebook that the wild boar had taken from him had reappeared in his hand.

At that moment, the characters on the gate were flashing.

He found himself walking towards that direction without even realizing it.

Click! The wooden door, which looked heavy but was actually very light, was pushed open by him.

There was no one in the shop, but judging from the decor, he guessed it was a shop that sold old items. However, he didn't collect those things, so he didn't know much about it.

The most eye-catching feature is a long table and a blackboard behind it, with a row of long wooden cabinets on both sides.

There were several objects he couldn't understand on it, as well as a strange statue.

Just as he was surveying his surroundings, the air beside him distorted, and a rift suddenly tore open the space.