Demigod Mage in America

"Someone fucking tell me what the fuck is going on right now!!"

New York, outside the mayor's office at a government building.

Commissioner Connor tugged at his collar and scratched his ear.

The mayor was throwing a tantrum in his office, his voice so loud that he could hear it clearly even through the walls.

There was nothing that could be done, given that such a major incident had occurred in Manhattan.

Thirteen entire blocks were now completely sealed off, and what was terrifying was that they hadn't done it.

It was done by a force they were unaware of.

"Damn it, why do things in movies become real?" Connor felt his clothes, which usually stayed close to his skin, were now incredibly itchy.

First it was something that resembled the Abomination, then Spider-Man, and now it's Area Detention.

Marines, special operations teams, regular patrol officers—none of them could get in there.

Although the residents inside could hear the noise and run out, they had no idea what was happening inside.

Connor witnessed a citizen emerge from inside looking dazed, and then, no matter how the police questioned him, he claimed to know nothing.

Connor instinctively reached for a cigarette, but then remembered his situation and hesitated to pull his hand back.

I glanced at my colleagues and noticed that everyone was doing the same thing.

Those standing here are all elites of this city.

Among them, those at Connor's level included the mayor's chief of staff, the NYPD commissioner, and several other political figures.

But now all I can do is stand here.

The others also noticed Connor's gaze, exchanged awkward smiles, and silently withdrew their hands from their pockets.

"What? A red moon in Manhattan? Can we evacuate nearby residents? Okay, quickly, use the gas leak as a cover to move them to a safe zone, anywhere will do! I said it!"

Connor's ears perked up at the roar from behind the office, as did those of his colleagues.

However, as the mayor spoke, his voice trailed off, making it impossible for him to hear what was happening.

Just as he was idling around, the door behind him was suddenly flung open, and the mayor walked out.

His face turned as red as a pig's liver, and he got angry looking at the group of people in front of him: "Don't you have anything better to do? What are you all standing around for?"

The people who had been yelled at slunk away from the office.

You're the one who called for help, and you're also the one who told people to get lost.

But this is America, so they could only keep their complaints to themselves.

CEM Commissioner Connor and NYPD Commissioner Coulson walked toward the rooftop.

"Now that this has happened, shouldn't you tell me?"

"I'm sorry, Connor, I really did sign a non-disclosure agreement."

Connor remained silent, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

In terms of rank, the two are actually equal, but in terms of power, he surpasses Coulson.

The result was that Coulson knew things that Connor didn't, which annoyed Connor.

The two drove to the rooftop, issuing orders and directing their men to get things done along the way.

The rooftop door is made of glass, and once opened, you can see a luxurious rest area.

Grass on the ground is generally only used on golf courses.

Under the parasols are beach chairs where you can lie down and sleep; you'd think this was a resort.

However, with the cold wind blowing, is there only one function left here?

Snap! The flame lit the cigarette and also calmed the two men's restlessness.

The exhaled white smoke drifted upwards.

"Sigh..." The two sighed in unison.

What kind of nonsense is this?

Connor took a puff of his cigarette, then turned to look at Manhattan, hoping nothing serious had happened there...

Snap! The globally limited edition Zippo lighter slipped from his hand and slid to the ground.

He didn't even realize that the cigarette he was holding between his fingers had been blown away by the wind.

"Dude, I know you're under a lot of pressure, but you don't have to be like this."

After Coulson finished speaking and received no response, he turned around, ready to put his arm around Connor and make fun of his partner.

Clatter! The Cartier lighter fell to the ground, and the cigarette butt in his hand poked Connor, ironing a hole in his custom-made suit.

"WTF? What is this thing?!" he muttered to himself.

Because right at the horizon where they could see, a bright red beam of light shot straight into the sky.

Although the beam of light was brief, it was extremely dazzling.

At the top of the pillar of light, a bright red blood moon shone down on the earth.

Connor rubbed his eyes and looked back at the full moon hanging in the sky.

Two moons hang in the sky!

Connor felt a chill run down his spine, and his head throbbed with unease.

What's going on?

Coulson, standing next to him, reached out and dialed a number; it was the Aurora Team.

The call cannot be connected; it indicates the service area is unavailable.

Since the person responsible for cleaning up the mess can't be contacted, it seems we'll have to figure it out ourselves.

"What about the news tomorrow?" Coulson swallowed hard and asked with difficulty.

Connor didn't know how to answer. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Let's just say it's a natural phenomenon."

"What about tonight's operation?"

"It's alright, anyway, those people don't know if such a thing can happen to celestial bodies. We can just arrange for a few amateur scientists to spread doomsday theories..."

The two stood on the rooftop, their foreheads dripping with cold sweat, stammering as they gave instructions.

At that moment, nineteen homeless people who were sleeping on the street opened their eyes simultaneously.

A string of words that only they could see floated past them.

[Join the hunt, rules are as follows... The winner of the successful retreat will receive a $10 reward]

Some people dismissed it after reading it, while others hesitated for a moment but ultimately chose to go back to sleep.

However, some people take shortcuts and think they have received divine revelation.

Some felt this was their chance, so they got up and walked towards the street.

The streets were silent. Under the influence of some force, everyone chose to go home, while those who did not belong here slowly wandered to the edge of the neighborhood and left.

Several prompts flashed in their pupils, such as their own health points and other attributes.

[Springfield Rifle]: Damage 130, Drop...

A man looked at the rifle leaning against the trash can with excitement on his face.

I am definitely God's chosen one! Americans will have their own Joan of Arc!

He picked up his rifle and left the alley.

Lux threw the empty instant noodle cup into the trash can, frowning as she watched the man's retreating figure.

"What on earth is going on...?"

Everything around was strangely inexplicable, as if the already old streets had become even more dilapidated.

It's like going back several centuries?

Lux was startled by her own thought, but that shouldn't be possible.

She glanced at her phone. After parting ways with Catherine, she had originally planned to reclaim the shelter, but then she remembered that she still had a bucket of instant noodles that she hadn't distributed, so she chose an alley to finish it off.

I never expected to witness this scene.

"Ding!"

Not again! Lux was startled, a bad feeling creeping into her heart.

[Urgent Mission]: Proceed to East Harlem and monitor any factors that attempt to interfere with the hunt.

Her face paled, and she reached around to pull out the pendant from her neck, shouting.

"Ciallo～(∠・ω<)⌒"

The white battle suit instantly covered his entire body.

Spider Woman, making her grand entrance!