Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

"Damn psykers!"

An old man dressed in a red robe and wearing a pair of eye-shaped gems around his neck was cursing and unleashing attack spells.

He is clearly a mage-type hero, and the company gave him the stage name "Amazing Mage".

At this moment, he kept firing light bullets at Kong Jiu without stopping for a moment, while hysterically roaring why reinforcements had not yet arrived.

Clearly, he felt extreme fear and resentment towards Kong Jiu for his nonchalant acceptance of the barrage of comments.

Psionicist! Psionicist!

The astonished mage's forehead veins bulged, and the pendant around his neck shimmered with a ghostly green light, transforming into streams of spiritual energy that shot towards Kong Jiu, filled with resentment and indignation.

Why am I not a psionicist? Why don't I have that talent?

This old man had been taking enhancement drugs for many years before he barely awakened his psychic abilities. He also spent all his life savings to buy the Demon Eye Pendant, a spiritual object, and practiced diligently, but he still failed to pass the psychic world's rating test and become a formal D-level psychic.

Although compared to those cultists who stormed bases, were covered in sacrificial spirits, and gained some psychic power through sorcery, his psychic power level was still worthy of the heroic title of "Wonderful Wizard".

However, looking at Kong Jiu's youthful face and feeling the terrifying mental power he was unleashing, Master Jingqi couldn't help but feel a complex mix of emotions.

Extreme, terrified, awe...

These emotions, belonging to a half-baked, insignificant psychic, overwhelmed him when facing a truly professional psychic enemy.

Panic and indignation drove him to unleash his full spiritual power in a series of rudimentary attacks, desperately pounding at Kong Jiu.

People like him are not uncommon in the Hills Alliance.

They all yearn to pass the test, be rated D-level, become official psychics, and become the legendary "psychics"!

However, many more people don't even know how to contact the psychic world.

Many of the "heroes" who had mutated their spiritual powers from the enhancers also hysterically hurled fireballs, light bullets, and wind blades at Kong Jiu.

It seems... it's working?

The young man from the East seemed to be getting increasingly grim.

It will definitely work!

As long as the spell continues to be cast and the heroes using firearms keep launching attacks, the evil Easterner will eventually be unable to hold on, and that psychic barrier will eventually be broken!

No, it doesn't even need to be completely breached!

As long as we hold on until Ms. Momiji's reinforcements arrive, everything will be alright!

Perhaps, after Ms. Hongye arrives, they can join forces to kill this powerful Eastern psionicist, obtain a piece of his remains, and refine it into a spiritual object to improve themselves!

With unity, even these second-rate "heroes" can defeat psionicists!

Not only the Amazing Mage, but many half-baked psionicists in the Hills Alliance held this thought and became even more diligent in casting spells.

"Demon, if you surrender now, we might grant you a quick death! But once our psychic, Ms. Red Leaf, arrives, you'll have a hard time even if you want to die!"

The thought of tearing Kong Jiu to pieces gave the Amazing Mage a sense of pleasure amidst his fear of facing a powerful psychic, and he increased the speed of his spellcasting.

Upon hearing this, Kong Jiu frowned even more deeply.

But in the eyes of the heroes, this was a sign that he was about to collapse.

However, Kong Jiu's true thoughts were:

"Do these people even have brains?"

His face was so dark it was almost dripping with water, and his expression grew increasingly grim, not because he was suppressed by the barrage of attacks.

It was because Kong Jiu discovered that no matter how he expressed his intention to "have a good talk," the dozen or so "superheroes" on the other side showed no sign of stopping.

"Does it really have to be a fight to the death?"

Kong Jiu used his mental power to destroy all the attacks, and the aftershocks spread out, startling all the superheroes.

"We're all just here to work. The only difference is that you guys are wearing tight-fitting suits and acting as vigilantes, while I'm a divine messenger tasked with destroying the Iron Curtain. Can't we sit down and talk things over?"

Kong Jiu was not naive enough to think that he could resolve this group of people without bloodshed.

Rather, he genuinely didn't want to kill anyone.

Little did he know that among this group were many second-rate psychics, who were watching him with greedy eyes, plotting how to refine him into a spiritual object.

"Continue the attack! The invaders are cornered, and Lady Kureha will appear soon! She will arrive within half a minute!"

After a brief silence, Captain Hills roared, and countless ranged attacks once again rained down on Kong Jiu.

Kong Jiu sighed, raised his hand, and once again cast the psychic barrier that consumed less spiritual energy than the scarab beetle inside his body.

Squich's mocking laughter reached my ears.

"Are you still stubbornly insisting that 'the weapon of criticism cannot replace the criticism of weapons'?"

Squich mocked Kong Jiu's attempt at reconciliation without restraint.

"You're right, Arthur."

Kong Jiu reluctantly freed his other hand to pick up the book.

"But I want to ask 'myself's' opinion."

The book's pages are open, lingering on the page where the words meander like bizarre creatures.

By God

A flash of black light, and the figure appeared beside Kong Jiu in the next moment.

"What's got me called out again?"

"Future Kong Jiu" patted Kong Jiu on the shoulder, looked at him with a slightly displeased expression.

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the group of "superheroes".

"Wow, they're in a standoff?"

Scanning those pairs of eyes filled with greed, resentment, and burning rage, Future Kongjiu immediately understood why he had been summoned.

"What, you want to test if I can fight for you?"

He looked at the heroes with great interest, then turned his gaze back to Kong Jiu.

Kong Jiu shook his head.

"I just want to ask, what should I do in this situation...?"

"kill."

Before Kong Jiu could finish speaking, the other "him" answered without hesitation.

Why...?

"For no reason."

With a wave of his hand, Kong Jiu created a subspace rift, and a scroll of pages fell into his hand.

"The Original Way of Creation, page 52, section 3."

As he spoke in an ethereal tone, the silk-like pages of the book turned automatically.

"The Lord—that is, the two of us—is not a person of this world, nor is he obligated to save the people of this world."

"Those who offer kindness but do not accept it, may be killed. No need to think, no need to worry, do not grieve for the extinction of ants, do not hesitate for the self-destruction of fools."

The figure read the contents of the book with practiced ease, glancing disdainfully at the greedy heroes.

"I can only use whatever spells you know right now, because if I overstep my bounds, 'Punishment' will probably come and strike me down."

Then, he lightly tapped his finger in the air.

Click.

What a perfectly synchronized snap!

At the same moment, in the same instant, in the same instant!

All the members of the "Hills Alliance" turned their necks backward at a 95-degree angle.

"Blood manipulation is actually a skill of the Daoist art of manipulation. With my current level, manipulating the blood of these mortals is quite easy, especially the arteries and veins in their necks... Sounds evil, doesn't it?"

"Future Kongjiu" said casually, and with a flick of his finger, more than a dozen lives were snapped in a series of crisp cracks, their necks broken and they fell limply to the ground without even a scream.

"Wuhu, awesome!"

Looking at the fallen corpse, 'Future Kongjiu' casually tossed the scroll in his hand upwards, disappearing into subspace.

"Call me next time if you have something important to do. Anyway, you can kill these people yourself."

As he spoke, his semi-transparent figure flickered and disappeared from the spot.

Only Kong Jiu remained, his pupils trembling as he stared at the falling corpses.

He slowly turned his head, staring with utter terror at the spot where "he" had vanished.

"Am I, in the future, the kind of person who treats human life so lightly?"