Demigod Mage in America

Looking at the agreement in his hand, Renn smiled with satisfaction.

The landlord ultimately chose to voluntarily fulfill the terms of the bet.

Because Raine used illusion to show her what would happen if she didn't do it.

Her husband will lose his job tomorrow for sexually harassing his retiring female boss, and her college-aged child will be run over and hospitalized by her husband, who is suffering from road rage due to unemployment.

Her family's accumulated wealth will vanish in just one week, and her future will be with the homeless people on 96th Street who like to sleep in tents in the park.

At the same time, she had to keep this secret, otherwise she might be shot several times and commit suicide the next day.

So, in just one morning, just before lunchtime, Renn received the contract in her hands.

The shop was rented to Rennes free of charge, and utilities (water, electricity, internet) were provided for him; he only needed to move in with his belongings.

"Raine..."

Catherine had been silent all morning, but seeing the contract in his hand, she couldn't help but speak up.

"You... I mean beings like you, are you always in the habit of using power to manipulate others?"

Seeing what Renne did, the memories of being bewitched are now correcting themselves.

He never intended to hide it from the policewoman; she was the proxy he had his eye on, but he did so to avoid any trouble at the beginning.

"Playing with her? Why do you say that? The bet was her own choice and the one I made with her, wasn't it? I didn't force her, and I told her what the consequences would be if she agreed."

"But she..."

"But she doesn't know I'm not an ordinary person? Have you ever considered what would have happened if an ordinary person had come yesterday? I've already said, she made the contract herself; I didn't force her, and I won't force anyone."

Catherine rubbed her temples, remembering the first time she met Ryan.

"Hello, I'm here to rent a room."

"Identity? Oh, I lost it at customs. Could you let me stay here for now? I won't charge you less rent."

He doesn't seem to have forced anyone; he's just using his superpowers to avoid some unnecessary trouble.

"..."

Catherine was at a loss for words. The main question was, was this really such a big deal? It seemed like it was, but it also seemed like it wasn't.

But what if the law can't bind a person?

This question troubled her, and she fell silent for a moment.

Her silence did not affect Ryan, who signed the contract, signaling the end of the deal.

A tiny golden particle appeared before him; it was a faith even inferior to Catherine's.

Renn frowned; this was not what he wanted.

In other words, is it that simply trading isn't enough? Or is it because my trading isn't rigorous enough?

He pondered for a while, thinking about where he was still lacking.

My first time as a demigod, I was lacking in everything. I should have known better than to just enjoy myself with the goddess of magic and instead ask her for advice on how to become a god.

At that time, Rennes was almost in a state of self-abandonment, and all avenues for upward mobility in the world were blocked.

Believers are given priority, and the primordial gods make up almost 99% of the group.

The remaining 1% was divided among the other demigods and beings similar to demigods.

He was able to obtain faith only because the goddess of magic allocated a portion to him.

After all, his domain overlaps with that of the devil, the god of law, and the god of justice.

Compared to his obscure existence, people are definitely more inclined to believe in established deities.

"Huh? The devil! God of justice!"

Ryan thought of two things: the contract that Mephisto had Johnny sign, and the joint witness.

In other words, his transactions probably need to be more rigorous.

For example, make the costs more transparent and the transactions more straightforward so that customers understand exactly what they are doing.

at the same time……

He clapped his hands lightly, and a golden contract appeared in the void.

The content on it is blank, but the contract content will appear on it whenever the customer needs it, and the other party only needs to put their fingerprint on it.

After completing all this, Renn nodded in satisfaction; that should be enough.

With a thought, he took the two orbs of faith power into his hands.

Faith power is the god's health bar, mana bar, and also the god's attack power and skill strength; it is not only the lower limit but also the upper limit.

With enough faith, God is omnipotent.

Conversely, if faith abandons God, then God will naturally perish.

There are advantages and disadvantages, but overall, compared to the advantages, the disadvantages are negligible.

How many gods can be killed? As far as Raine is concerned, the only God of Order who died was the one who committed suicide because he went mad, which caused his domain to explode and become countless sub-domains.

As a demigod, although he cannot absorb faith, he is not so much incapable of falling into a deep sleep because of the lack of faith.

Even without his divine powers, he was still a great mage.

One of the most important functions of the power of faith is to transform the Kingdom of God.

The so-called Kingdom of God is the realm and kingdom of God, where God is omnipotent, His own power is amplified, and the world can be changed at God's will.

What Raine needs to do now is to transform this shop into his earthly kingdom.

"I wonder what level this inferior faith can achieve..."

With this in mind, he channeled his faith into the transformation.

Golden particles coalesced into ribbon-like shapes and disappeared into the shop beneath their feet.

Then Raine turned to look at Catherine. The transformation of the divine kingdom would take time. Let's do something else next.

Having finally returned to the modern world, what is the most important thing?

Have a meal!

Even if he could give food any flavor now, it still wouldn't become real food.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."

Silent Catherine followed behind him without saying a word, while Ryan looked around.

Ultimately, the two chose a beer and cheese shop, where the cost was $15 per person.

The two of them spent only $40 on their meal, but the tip was $10.4.

Ryan frowned as he looked at the 26% OFF offer, and couldn't help but lament the decline of this country.

The waiters didn't provide any service at all; they simply took our orders, carried our plates, and served the food. There was no extra service whatsoever.

The other customers around them looked on as if it were their duty to tip.

If rules are set but cannot be maintained, then they are worthless rules.

Without service, how can you expect to be served?

Renn sighed and ultimately chose to pay.

He didn't want to attract attention, and since the money in his hands was more like free money than earned, he couldn't be bothered to argue about it.

But he vowed he never wanted to eat out again.

The tipping culture in America is no longer about being stingy; it's about moral blackmail.

Once he settles down, he should definitely hire a maid or cook to prepare meals for him, or even a team of chefs would be fine.

The two walked down a bustling street, passing by an ambulance rushing by, a homeless person suffering from drug withdrawal, and a middle-aged Mexican woman pushing a food cart selling tacos.

A vibrant and thriving scene.

At this moment, Catherine, who was standing behind, suddenly spoke up, her expression serious and earnest.

"Raine, what if one day you find yourself on the other side of the law...?"