At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

Across from the Red Dragon Tavern was an inn that provided accommodation for superhumans. At that moment, a group of underage superhumans were staring longingly into the tavern.

"Boss, boss! The strong are looking forward to our joining us! How can a mere ban from the old era stop us?" A middle school student with a red cloak around his neck tugged at Mimi Hibiki's sleeve and said expectantly.

“Shinichi, we just need to wait for the right opportunity.” Mimi Hibiki crossed his arms, feigning composure, and calmly watched the extraordinary individuals from various countries chatting and laughing in the tavern, his eyes filled with longing and struggle.

He promised his parents he would never drink before he turned twenty. He swore an oath in the name of justice; it was his justice!

Damn it! Mom definitely foresaw everything that's happening now, that's why she made me swear, waaaaaah... a party for top superhumans from all over the world!

"Boss! Go! Be spirited, don't lose your backbone! It's just a mere ban on minors drinking alcohol, but the friendship between superhumans can't be measured!" The girl with bandages on her arms and legs clenched her fists.

"Boss, think about our friendship, think about our sense of justice, think about..."

Hibiki Mimi's heart pounded wildly, and at that moment, the extraordinary beings in the tavern seemed to be beckoning to him.

"Come on, you genius of justice, this is your spot!"

"We're going to the dungeon tomorrow, we'll fight side by side, my friends."

Come on, this is our friendship.

"Friendship...friendship..." Mimi Hibiki seemed to be under a spell, trembling as she lifted her foot to walk over, but her mother's voice came into her mind and brought her back to her senses.

"Boss, if you don't tell, and I don't tell, Aunt Mimi won't know," Genjo Shinichi said in a low voice.

"Yes, yes, yes, as long as everyone keeps quiet, that's fine." Mimi Hibiki instantly got carried away and had just taken her first step when a coughing sound came from behind her.

Chitose Inaba said expressionlessly, "Ahem! Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol, or I'll go back and tell your families."

Gaa...

All the chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) boys and girls froze.

"demon!"

"Demon!"

"The whispers of the devil!"

At this moment, Inaba Chitose's figure was nothing short of a demon from hell to them.

A young man walked past the dejected and slumped-to the ground and laughed, “If you can’t go, I’ll go first. I’m going to get to know all the extraordinary individuals from different countries.”

"It's better for minors not to go to bars."

"No! No! No!" Hibiki Mimi looked up, tears streaming down her face. "I want to participate in the party with all the heroes in the world!"

"Kid, go if you want, just don't drink," a young man said with a smile as he passed by.

"That's right! I just won't drink!" Mimi Hibiki suddenly realized, and quickly stood up to call out, "My righteous allies! Charge!"

Chitose Inaba watched the group of people rush into the tavern: "..." Silently, she took out her notebook from her pocket, opened it, and wrote down her report.

Luo Sheng smiled as he watched Inaba Chitose write down the criminal record. Now these immature kids are in deep trouble, even if they're not drunk. They can't just go into a bar and say they haven't been drinking, can they? Heh.

Los Saint walked into the Red Dragon Tavern and sat down at an empty seat at the bar: "A glass of Angel's Offering, please."

"Huh?" The bartender was incredulous. Some of the wines were not for sale to the public, and had never even been mentioned to outsiders. Only the higher-ups in Britain knew about them.

Because some of the wines were brewed by Lady Eleanor herself, especially 'Angel's Offering,' which was offered exclusively to the gods and no one dared to drink it.

Who is qualified to drink wine brewed by the angel himself? Only the Lord of Heaven and foreign gods.

"Gulp~ Okay, okay sir... please, please wait a moment..." The bartender stammered, not daring to think about anything, let alone doubt the identity of the young man in front of him. Even if he was being deceived, he couldn't think about it.

A liar who dares to drink the wine brewed by the angel will naturally be cursed by the angel.

He was originally one of Quentin's earliest employees, which is why he knew some of the secrets.

Soon, the bartender brought bottles of golden liquor to the bar, his hands trembling as he opened them, and for a moment, something strange seemed to rush towards you.

However, the aroma of the alcohol was confined to the bar and did not spread. If it had spread, all the superhumans in the bar would have been drunk.

"Good, it smells so good..." The bartender's face turned red as soon as he smelled the aroma of the wine. He staggered and fell to the ground, then passed out drunk.

“Irene really went out of her way, using the power of angels to brew wine for me.” Los Saint filled his glass.

Irene didn’t care whether her so-called God heard her prayers or not, and simply distributed the wine to every tavern in Britain.

As a superhuman he personally nurtured and who also received the name of an angel, Eleanor knew him very well.

He wouldn't attend a grand, elaborate holy service, since God prefers a low-key approach.

The tavern was bustling, but no one around noticed that someone was sitting at the bar.

"Oh, Comrade, this Red Dragon Blood is too mild. Come and drink this, the Roar of the Red Dragon. This is the strongest."

"No, no, no, Ruhr... this is clearly adulterated with the Water of Life!"

"What's wrong, Comrade? Are you drunk? You Chinese can't hold your liquor as well as we Russians, hahaha."

"Bullshit! I'm not drunk! Fill my glass!"

"Hey there, kid over there, haha, are you weaned yet? Come to the tavern, hahaha."

"I am Mikami Hibiki, the messenger of justice. Who says you can't come to a tavern if you don't drink?"

"Haha, bartender, bring the kid a glass of orange juice."

As Luo Sheng listened to the laughter of the superhumans, a slight smile appeared on his lips. These superhumans were all human stars from various regions of Earth's civilization, created by his own hand, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.

A golden notebook appeared in his hand, and he opened it to examine the overall situation of human civilization.

The current state of human civilization is displayed based on the administrator's assessment of the level of civilization.

Human civilization is currently at the planetary level, primarily driven by the mystical and secondarily by the scientific.

[A summary of the distribution of extraordinary human beings in various regions of human civilization.]

[This automatically omits novice-level transcendents who cannot use elemental power.]

[Currently, the Xia Kingdom civilization is the main civilization in East Asia. The total number of second-tier transcendents is 175685, third-tier is 4867, fourth-tier is 27, and fifth-tier is 3.]

[Earth Today's News: Guli Xian'er, a fourth-tier transcendent being from the Western Regions of Xia Kingdom, has been accepted as a disciple by True Lord Li Shui Die Shan and has broken through to the fifth tier, becoming the third fifth-tier transcendent being in East Asia.]

The proportion of awakened extraordinary individuals in South Asia has increased by one in a thousand, with a total of 285691 first-tier extraordinary individuals, 186 second-tier extraordinary individuals, and 1 third-tier extraordinary individual.

Los Saint was somewhat pleased to see that the first non-God Eye transcendent in East Asia had advanced to the fifth rank and been accepted as a disciple by an immortal, but he frowned when he saw the news from South Asia.

He has essentially given up on South Asia, especially the Indian region.

This place is too abstract. The proportion of people who have awakened to the extraordinary is simply outrageous. Out of 15 billion people, only 20 have awakened.

The mindset of those people in India does not meet the conditions for awakening.

98% of the people believe in the caste system. They believe that they were born this way and only hope that they will suffer in this life and be reborn into a better family in the next life.

If you suffer enough for the rest of your life in one go, then you won't have to suffer in the next life.

They don't even want to stand up; they just want to kneel. How can people who don't want to save themselves expect divine favor? It's utterly ridiculous.

However, most people in India are not particularly wicked or evil; they are just abstract and disgusting, so he is too lazy to even look at the region.

He didn't even pay attention to the gods of India, let alone care for them.

What's even more ridiculous is that those who awaken their abilities think they're already Brahmins from a high caste, and then they start to act arrogantly and domineeringly without restraint. Then their abilities disappear automatically, and the door to transcendence is completely closed.

It's too abstract, too disgusting. To Los Saint, it looks like a huge lump of something sitting there, with countless maggots rotting inside.

"Let's just block the Indian region." Los Saint clicked on the administrator's notes with disgust.

Without supernatural powers, India will soon become a 'region' in the true sense, and remain at the very bottom of human civilization.

Currently, all countries in the world only allow "awakened" individuals to enter the country; foreigners who are not awakened cannot even enter the country.

[European Regional News Brief]

[The Vice-President of the Vatican's Priests' Council, Abelon, attempted to break through to the late stage of the fifth rank but failed. President Conrad has broken through to the late stage of the fifth rank and is pondering how to gain the gods' approval and obtain the 'Eye of God.' Adal, one of the twelve Inquisitors, and Johanna have advanced to the initial stage of the fifth rank.]

[Francis, the director of the French Extraordinary Bureau, has successfully broken through to the fourth tier, becoming France's first fourth-tier extraordinary individual. He is preparing to travel to Xia Kingdom to discuss customizing extraordinary equipment. Meanwhile, the old capitalists, unwilling to remain on the fringes of the nation, are conspiring with a former French parliamentarian to plant a bomb on the plane to kill François.]

[Margo, the leader of the Italian Peninsula's civilian demon hunter guild, has advanced to the mid-stage of the fourth tier and is secretly preparing to gather third-tier superhumans nationwide to launch a crackdown on drug trafficking gangs and national councilors involved in human trafficking.]

"Ah, humans, they're capable of any despicable thing for the sake of desire." Los Saint shook his head, turning to the page on the African region with some surprise.

[Africa Regional News Flash]

The Burkina Faso military junta is besieging Sandra, a third-tier superhuman. With the help of Kagame, a fourth-tier superhuman from Rwanda, Sandra successfully breaks through the siege and simultaneously reaches fourth tier, becoming the second fourth-tier superhuman in the African region. Sandra is calling on all superhumans in Burkina Faso to unite and reclaim the country from the military junta.

"Sandra, Kajame, very good. Finally, the African region has produced one or two decent gentlemen." Los Saint nodded in satisfaction.

Los Saint quietly flipped through the news bulletins on Earth, and time passed little by little.

The number of superhumans in the tavern gradually decreased, but it was still lively; they remained energetic even after staying up for several nights in a row.

It wasn't until the first rays of dawn shone through the tavern windows that the extraordinary individuals reluctantly left.

Los Saint stood up, glanced at the bartender who was still sleeping and snoring, and took a whiff of the aroma of the wine brewed with the power of angels, which was enough to bring him considerable benefits.

The figure gradually faded away.

The extraordinary individuals are currently traveling by taxi to the town at the foot of Miracle Mountain.

By this time, the small town had become a small city, and merchants had long been eager to build all sorts of facilities to serve the superhumans. Making money from superhumans was far more profitable than making money from ordinary people.

Even some small workshops in the Xia Kingdom that forge extraordinary weapons and equipment have moved here.

Although they are not even considered third-rate in Xia Kingdom, they are highly sought after here. After all, you can't go to the dungeon empty-handed.

Within a ten-kilometer radius of the Holy City of Miracles, there is a flat, open concrete area, designed to provide a space for extraordinary individuals worldwide.

An extremely wide staircase leads to the top, where numerous superhumans are walking in teams, while higher-ranking superhumans fly directly towards the summit.

Centered on the Tower of Babel was a plaza with a radius of three kilometers, where more than 100,000 people had already gathered. They were all fully armed, but none of them carried firearms.

Those with elemental power already possess strength exceeding that of light firearms, so it's completely unnecessary; they'd be better off carrying more supplies.

A contingent of the Knights of the Round Table stood at the entrance to the dungeon.

The surface of the spiraling staircase, with a diameter of over 500 meters, is a sealed light film that is flickering and will soon disappear.

Gavin looked at the dungeon entrance and said, "Quentin, Allen, I won't go into the dungeon the first time it opens. Our king said that only the lowest level will have an improvement effect on my sister and me, so we won't compete for low-level resources."

"I'm sure you'll have a hard time these next few days, Captain. I'll definitely reach Tier 5 in the dungeon." Allen was wearing custom-made knight gear from the Xia Kingdom, his right hand resting on the knight's sword at his waist.

How can one be worthy of the title bestowed upon them by the King if they do not reach the fifth rank?

“Me too.” Quentin crossed his arms.