I impersonated God in America

People subconsciously stopped what they were doing and looked at their own bodies.

The fractured bones are repositioning, the cracked wounds are closing, and even some minor ailments that had been bothering me are starting to disappear.

The elderly woman on the hospital bed was the first to get off the bed, then looked down at her knees, as if she realized something.

She recalled that when she was a child, the Greek temples were not as dilapidated as they were now, and people would always go there to worship the gods during festivals.

But at this moment.

She seemed to realize it.

The old woman slowly bent down, facing north.

The voice was extremely soft, as if afraid of disturbing something.

"Καλω?επιστρεψατε, θεοι!" (The gods above are here to welcome you back.)

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In a corner of the emergency room, Jack's sister sat in a wheelchair; she had been placed there by Jack.

When Jack's legs were restored after they were broken, she knew that her brother was different.

She naturally wanted to leave as the fire spread, but it was no use.

They could only watch helplessly as the flames consumed them.

But now, as the flames spread, she could feel a faint, almost imperceptible sensation rising from the soles of her feet.

She looked at the blanket on her knees, hesitant to remove it, fearing it was all a dream and that when she woke up, her legs under the blanket would still be the same as before.

But the countless cheers spurred her on.

Slowly, inch by inch, he moved his legs off the wheelchair.

Then she felt the subtle roughness coming from the soles of her feet.

pat.

pat.

Water droplets fell onto the thin blanket and then spread out.

She seemed to have lost her ability to organize her thoughts, repeating only one word over and over again:

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

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Conference room of the Ministry of National Defense.

Looking at the sacred flame that had already ignited the entire island of Crete, everyone felt a strange emotion.

After all, they had all seen what happened after the flames spread.

"Is a mere ball of sacred fire enough to achieve such power?"

"That's an exaggeration. No wonder she's Hestia, one of the twelve Olympian gods."

"Long live the goddess Hestia!"

This is a rare, extraordinary event in the world with almost no casualties.

Moreover, the boost to Greece's overall national confidence after this event was predictable.

"So, does that mean another one of my properties is going to appreciate in value?"

"What do you mean 'again'? Wait a minute! I remember now, didn't you buy a house in Rome a few years ago?!"

The analyst behind him began to broadcast rapidly:

"According to the six emergency relief stations at the front, all the wounded have recovered, and several other seriously ill patients have also..."

"After this trip, I feel like Greece is saved!"

"enough."

Nikos raised a hand, signaling everyone to pause.

At that moment, he didn't want to say anything. He just stood there, silently watching the burning island and the countless people praying towards the north.

"Don't disturb everyone on the island right now, we just need to..."

"Just watch."

"This miracle."

Chapter 125 Jack's Good Luck

"It's simply a dreamlike scene."

Jack stood on the rocks on the shoreline, having already climbed out of the water.

The icy seawater did not affect the residual warmth left in his hands when he caught the sacred flame. In fact, the fatigue and side effects of his body when he used his power explosively just now disappeared the moment the sacred flame touched him.

He looked around; the sacred flame had slowly died out.

The island looked peaceful, as if nothing had happened.

However, the streamer's silly grin and the slash marks on the ground proved that everything was real.

But even now, he still vividly recalls the scene of the sacred flame burning in all directions.

He saw that, under the burning of the sacred fire, the withered trees sprouted new buds, the injured people were completely healed, and he also saw the sacred fire utterly destroy the minotaur.

His heart was trembling.

"Is this the power of God?"

The power of the gods was on full display at this moment; a single flame bestowed by the gods was enough to turn the world upside down, and all of this seemed so natural and effortless.

The goddess seemed to have merely flicked the world with her hand, bestowing upon it the blessings that countless people dreamed of.

He took a deep breath; the sea breeze felt incredibly refreshing.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the maze, after all, he still remembered the promise he had made with Icarus.

raging.

He watched as flames burned above the maze, which grew increasingly illusory under the burning sacred fire, before beginning to disintegrate, just as the minotaur had disappeared earlier.

Seeing this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He suddenly remembered Pakko, who had blocked his attack just as he was about to receive the Olympic torch.

Just as I was about to express my gratitude, I discovered that the other person had disappeared without a trace.

As for the streamer on the other side, he was still excitedly looking at the screen.

"It feels so good! I've always been a spectator before, this is the first time I've been a participant!"

"Yes, I really do! You know, ever since that trip to Sardinia, I've dreamed of being Bishop Giovanni wielding the Holy Lance!"

"And guys, it looks like I'm going to get a massive amount of traffic this time."

"If there are reporters interviewing me later, should I change my clothes?"

"I'm not kidding, I really saw reporters from the New York newspaper on the island!"

"..."

Suddenly, Jack seemed to remember something and turned around abruptly.

The next second, his leg had already kicked out, and the ground exploded into a shallow crater again.

Then he sped off in the direction they had agreed upon.

At that moment, he didn't know whether to feel anticipation or fear.

Although he saw the sacred flame heal Pakko and also saw the flame spread in that direction, he still couldn't be sure that his imagination was true.

He stopped abruptly at the edge of the playground, stood up, and began to breathe rapidly.

His gaze swept over the crowd on the playground who were expressing gratitude and prayer.

The next moment, he saw it.

In the playground, a small figure stood cautiously, its legs trembling slightly, like a newborn fawn, its legs already excessively thin. Its eyes were terribly red.

Upon seeing Jack, the other person slowly stepped forward, their knees trembling, but they did not fall.

One step, two steps, like rehabilitation steps, rubbing against each other. Rubbing against each other on this rough playground.

Jack quickly stepped forward, embraced his sister, felt her trembling body, and then looked north.

Great goddess Hestia, please allow me to dedicate the rest of my life to you.

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"She's sleeping so soundly."

The alarm clock woke old Jack from his afternoon nap. Although he seemed to hear faint explosions outside, he had been sleeping soundly because he was too tired from work that morning.

After he turned over, he paused for a moment, then got up and swayed his back. He found that the pain in his lower back from yesterday had disappeared, and couldn't help but exclaim:

"My sleep quality is amazing."

dong dong dong.

Just then, he heard a knock on the door.

crunch.

He saw two men in military uniforms outside the door, with ranks on their shoulders that he couldn't quite recognize, and briefcases in their hands.

The other person spoke first, asking, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Andrei?"

“It’s me.” Old Jack nodded, then glanced at the two people in front of him and asked, “Has something happened?”

The officer did not answer, but instead solemnly gave him a slow military salute.

Old Jack instinctively took a step back, sensing that something was amiss.

The officer lowered his arm, his tone filled with genuine joy, and said, "Congratulations, your daughter's leg has been completely healed thanks to the miracle of the goddess Hestia."

"Uh-huh?!"

Who? The goddess Hestia?

Before Old Jack could process the information, the officer in front of him spoke rapidly, his tone carrying a hint of respect.

"Furthermore, your son Jack has become a superhuman and played a crucial role in the battle of Crete this afternoon. His personal heroism saved the lives of many civilians and military personnel."

Battle?

I only slept for two hours, and you're telling me there's a war going on?

And what do you mean by my son becoming a superhuman?

"Ah."

At this point, old Jack had completely lost his ability to think and was just numbly responding.

Then he noticed the officer in front of him take an envelope out of his briefcase and respectfully hand it to him.

"In addition, this is a small token of the Ministry of National Defense's appreciation. We hope you will accept it."

Before the officer arrived, the intelligence department had already analyzed the situation. Compared to Jack, it would be easier to win over Old Jack. After all, Jack could run away, but he couldn't hide.

However, he saw that old Jack in front of him paused slightly, did not reach out, but turned around and went back to his room, lay down on the bed, and covered himself with the quilt.

"This dream actually seems quite realistic?"

"..."

Snapped!

"What?! It's true?!"

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Inside the isolation room, the Syrians had already expertly prepared for the ritual, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the great demon.

Unfortunately, everything was calm and peaceful.

[Oh, it really isn't that simple after all?]