Demigod Mage in America

Before you know it, a new week has begun.

Today is Monday, but the weather is a bit gloomy, and there was even a light drizzle in the morning.

David is making a video call with his family on his mobile phone.

"Dad, I miss you so much." In the video, a boy who looks to be around ninth grade says to the camera, his eyes full of longing.

"Bro, Dad misses you too, but you're a big boy now. You need to learn to be independent, just like the cheetahs we saw in Africa. You have to learn to run on your own."

He was comforting his child, but off-camera, David was doing something truly horrific.

He is cutting up a corpse.

If Murphy were there, he would recognize this as Steel Bull's corpse.

This tall and burly subordinate had his abdomen opened and his internal organs removed.

Ryan had told David that superhumans are usually caused by a mutation in one of their internal organs.

Some people have the heart, some have the liver, some have the lungs, and some have the brain.

Without exception, they all have a mutated organ in their bodies, and this organ is the source and core of their superpowers. Once it is removed, they will lose their superpowers.

Although without these internal organs, a person basically cannot survive.

"Okay, then I can come to you." The boy's eyes were somewhat eager, hoping to get his father's permission.

A bitter glint flashed in David's eyes, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Listen, boy. The most important thing for you right now is to study hard after school starts and not follow in your father's footsteps. Do you understand?"

"Also, don't make your mother angry anymore. It's not easy for her to take care of you all by herself. Visit your grandparents more often; they miss you very much."

David kept rambling on and on. He actually hoped his child could come, but he knew one thing: Ryan was in danger.

Although he hasn't shown much malice so far, unlike gangsters who would bully ordinary people, Raine has never been merciful to his enemies.

Whether it was a dead wild boar or a steel bull, their fate was to be disemboweled by Renn, who would then remove their mutated organs.

No one who is Ryan's enemy will have a good ending. This is David's current understanding, so he doesn't want his family to get involved.

"Okay." The boy pouted and moved the phone aside. "Mom has something to tell you."

David looked at his somewhat haggard wife in the picture, and the two looked at each other silently and smiled.

Their relationship began with reading and continues to this day.

That was the only pure land in his heart, and the anchor point that allowed him to retain a trace of kindness over the years.

David wouldn't allow anyone to trample on his sacred land, and Murphy was already doing just that. He used to be powerless to resist, but things were different now.

"I'll go back when I have time. Don't let Noah go astray."

David spoke, and the woman listened silently until the very end when she finally spoke.

"Remember to eat on time and wear more clothes. Also, if you miss me, give me a call."

"Um……"

When the call ended, David held a pounding heart in his hand.

Even after the body dies, the mutated organs can remain active.

David then realized where all those mysterious figures Murphy had killed had gone; they had probably become experimental subjects or vessels for some powerful family or something else.

"However... it will be your turn soon."

Ryan demanded that he remove the internal organs of the two gang members and bring them to the party today.

David instinctively resisted this almost provocative behavior, but Ryan didn't give him the chance.

"You can go by yourself, or I can force you to go. I'm a very democratic person."

……

"Achoo!" Murphy rubbed his nose and stroked the eight-year-old girl in front of him.

"Go play, your little brother is already asleep."

The girl nodded obediently, but her gaze towards him revealed a hint of fear.

After Murphy waited for her to leave, she opened the door behind her. Inside, a boy covered in blood and naked was lying on the bed.

The boy had pale skin and his body was covered with strange symbols.

"If you peek again, I won't hesitate to gouge your eyes out."

A shadow suddenly appeared behind him, and a pale-faced man emerged from it. His voice was extremely cold, like that of a venomous snake.

Murphy felt something rubbing against his neck; he knew what it was—a snake's tongue.

"Next time it'll be fangs," the man said, and then disappeared.

Murphy was drenched in cold sweat and dared not turn around.

After a while, he picked up his phone from the ground and walked down the stairs as if nothing had happened.

This is a brownstone villa, and its decor is certainly not upscale compared to other parts of Manhattan.

But in East Harlem, this is undoubtedly a mansion.

Murphy walked into the study, the crackling of burning charcoal still echoing from the fireplace.

On a burgundy carpet, a cookbook sits on a black armchair.

Murphy walked over, picked it up, and turned to lie down.

"Phew..." He pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping to relieve his fatigue.

I've had terrible luck lately. My subordinate died, and I got ripped off at a casino.

He originally planned to teach his subordinates a lesson and get the money back, but he didn't expect to be thwarted by a cosplay enthusiast who appeared out of nowhere.

What the hell? Who does this guy think he is? A superhero?

Spider-Man, dressed in ridiculous clothes, can save humanity by flying between buildings?

"Tch..." He sneered and closed his eyes.

The cookbook "The Barbecue Bible" in my hand was incredibly eye-catching in the firelight.

After a while, Murphy opened his eyes and turned to look at the door. In his pupils, he saw a red figure slowly walking towards him.

Knock knock! The knocking came as expected.

"Come in," he said calmly, but only those who knew him well knew the murderous intent surging within him.

"Boss, everything's arranged."

"What time is it now?"

"It's 17:38 PM, 22 minutes until it starts."

The visitor was a female assistant who walked up to Murphy with documents in her hands to report.

The fragrance stirred Murphy's desires.

"How long have you been with me?"

The assistant didn't understand why he asked that, but still replied, "It's been four years. Thank you for giving me a job right after I graduated from university."

Most importantly, they didn't fire me, though the assistant didn't say that out loud.

"Four years..." Murphy murmured to himself, getting up and taking off his suit jacket.

Although the assistant was puzzled by his actions, he didn't think much of it.

"Are you married?"

My boyfriend just proposed to me recently, and we're planning our honeymoon in Nevada...

The female assistant was lost in her dreams of the future, completely unaware of Murphy behind her.

"Really? Then let me teach you how to be a good wife." With that, he pounced on her and pinned her down.

The sounds of men's heavy breathing and women's screams gradually turned into soft sobs.

Finally, with a scream, everything came to an abrupt end.