I impersonated God in America

He was aware of the police station's rejection, but he didn't care.

He only knew that if he continued climbing, he would have enough say in future conflicts between tribes and governments.

He looked at the billboard in the birch forest that read "Welcome," but now someone had spray-painted an additional line below it: "Except for Indians."

Thinking of this, he reached for a wooden carving in his arms, a talisman passed down through generations in his tribe, symbolizing peace.

Once you reach that position, everything will change.

The phone rang suddenly.

"Chief Noka? Can you return to the station immediately? The chief wants to see you."

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Noka entered the room and saw a somewhat obese man sitting in the director's office.

The other party glanced at Noka, then pushed a document over, which was exactly what Noka had submitted earlier.

“The abandoned mines south of the Tulu River do have relatively few visitors, and the entrances are very well hidden. If there are people making drugs there, it would be a good place.”

Are you so sure your judgment is correct?

Faced with the director's question, Noka was quite confident and pointed to his nose.

"The taste is undeniable."

With a creak, the bureau chief leaned back and remained silent for a moment.

“In that case, let Castro accompany you. We need sufficient evidence before we take action.”

Noka was not surprised by this.

The Federal Drug Enforcement Administration will not accept cases until the intelligence is officially confirmed. Only with confirmed evidence will tactical teams and SWAT teams be deployed to carry out the final search mission.

The local town police force consists of only a dozen or so officers, and he believes the chief's position is quite reasonable.

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The name Tulu River was actually given by the locals later; the oldest tribe had another name for it—Deer Horn Creek.

I only learned about this name when Noka was a child.

His grandfather brought him here to hunt deer, which is why he always thought the name Deer Horn Creek came from reindeer. However, his grandfather just shook his head when he asked him about it and refused to say anything about the specific reason.

Since then, his grandfather has passed away, and no one has brought him here again.

"I never expected that I would come here again for this reason."

The patrol car stopped in a nearby open space. Noka opened the car door, and snowflakes and cold air hit him as if they were solid.

"fxxk!"

Castro, sitting in the passenger seat, followed closely behind. He also instinctively shrank back when faced with the outside environment and swore.

Noca glanced at Castro, a white man in his early thirties. Noca rarely interacted with him, but Castro was always very cooperative and efficient when they went out together.

Therefore, he was fairly satisfied with the choice of partners for this collaboration.

"This is utter bullshit, this place is colder than a freezer." Castro stamped his foot and breathed a puff of white vapor onto his hands.

Noka did not respond to this, but slowly prepared his gun and moved towards the cave ahead.

The two walked through the birch forest one after the other, the fallen leaves under their feet frozen stiff.

After about 10 minutes, Noka stopped and his expression became serious.

He raised his right hand to signal Castro behind him to stop, then began to lower his body and carefully move forward.

As he walked, he observed the ground and saw very obvious marks on the snow where the bushes had been broken. Noka’s childhood hunting experience told him that these were definitely not animal tracks.

Moreover, there were no footprints in the surrounding snow.

The two of them waited outside, and a long time passed without any sound coming from inside the cave. Only then did Noka squeeze slightly into the cave.

It seems like no one has been here for a long time.

Upon entering, the scene before him reaffirmed his suspicions:

Lights had been hung on the cave walls, and a tent could be seen set up a little further inside. In the corner, there were reaction vessels and some opened chemical materials.

crunch.

Footsteps suddenly came from the innermost part of the cave, making Noka a little nervous, and he subconsciously put his hand on his gun.

They didn't leave?!

Just then, a muffled thud came from the back of his head.

Bang.

He then realized that the gun at his waist had been taken away.

"Alright, everyone come out, this guy's done for."

Hearing Castro's familiar voice, Noca lay on the ground and saw two people, one fat and one thin, wearing leather aprons, come to his side.

The fat man squatted down in front of him and poked his forehead with his gun.

"Why bother? It's really not easy for an Indian to become a sheriff. Can't he just sit in his office and sign some documents? Why does he have to come here?"

Noka noticed the skinny man next to him, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

I remember this person. I once saw him talking to the bureau chief in the restroom when we went out to eat.

He glanced at the chemicals in the distance, and in an instant, everything connected.

[F*** you! A bunch of bastards!!!]

"Stop talking, let's get rid of this guy quickly," the skinny guy gave the final instruction from the side.

salsa.

"What's that noise?!"

Suddenly, a loud movement came from a corner of the cave. The fat man was startled and his gunshot went slightly off-target.

Bang.

Noka felt pain in his abdomen and saw a dark shadow flash by in the cave.

"fxxk, what is this?"

"Aaaaaah!!! It's a monster!!!"

The sound of wind came from above, and a pool of blood was spilled in front of him.

One scream after another came from beside him, and he could see, under the light, an orc-like monster lifting Castro up with one hand.

Then the shadow of the head separated from the body.

Da da da.

The suffocating sound of footsteps drew ever closer to Noka.

He finally saw the monster's figure in front of him through the light.

A half-orc with a deer's head.

In an instant, Noka guessed the other party's identity; it was the name of a monster he had heard about since childhood.

Wendigo

A deer-headed monster that appears in winter.

[To see such a monster before I die, what a surprise... wait... what is that?!]

To Noka's utter disbelief, he saw that the monster was wearing an amulet from the same tribe as him around its neck!

But it doesn't matter anymore.

However, for Noka, who was bleeding excessively from her abdomen, nothing mattered anymore.

He felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him, and his eyes slowly closed as he awaited death.

In the last instant before he closed his eyes, he seemed to see the Wendigo pull a ball of light from his hand and walk towards him.

He finally couldn't bear it any longer, and his consciousness went dark.

The cold wind was still blowing outside.

After an unknown amount of time, Noka suddenly felt a surge of power within his body. He slowly rose and looked around at the cave.

A flood of memories flashed through his mind, instantly reminding him of his current predicament.

He then looked at his hands, somewhat incredulous.

I'm still alive.

[Oh no, I need to get out of here right now.]

Then he remembered the cause of his previous death, and a murderous glint appeared in his eyes.

I need to get back to the police station immediately...

Thinking this, he slowly got up.

Suddenly, he saw his reflection on the frozen ice beside him.

A deer head.

……

Oh well, this is fine too.

salsa.

Just then, footsteps came from behind him. He turned around instinctively and found that it was Wendigo from before.

Only when the other person is standing in front of him does he have a chance to see that the other person is taller than he imagined.

Just standing there gives people a sense of intimidation.

Then the other person raised their head, stretched out their hand, and held a ball of light in their hand.

He recognized the ball of light as the very same device that had transformed him into a Wendigo.

"Go do what you want to do."

"I dedicate my sinful soul to the great Alastor."

Chapter 128 Wendigo (Part 2)

Lynn sat in his chair, sensing the current situation in Maine.

The ball of light he just gave to the other party was actually a product of his combination of Zoan-type Deer Fruit and the virus Homie.

Just like the previous method of creating Blood-Blood Fruit.

This time, however, he tried adding some new ingredients, namely the power of templates.

After Thunderbird advances to the intermediate level, it gains the ability of judgment, which can, to a certain extent, distinguish the degree of sinfulness of a soul.

Perhaps because the intensity was not high, he succeeded after trying for a while.

Although I thought it was rather useless at the time, now it seems...

It does seem to be somewhat of a double-edged sword.

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Meanwhile, Noka has returned to the police station.

The radiators in the police station had been used for quite some time and made a clicking sound when in use.

"Hey, look, our Indian sheriff is back."

The person who spoke was Sheriff Henderson from the same police station. He poked his head out from behind the partition, his eyes filled with an undisguised mockery.

The receptionist, Penny, didn't say anything. She just glanced at Noka cautiously, then quickly lowered her head and pretended to tidy up the documents on the table.

Noka was no stranger to this expression.

After all, these white colleagues used to look at him with that expression, and although he looked at her a little less after he was promoted to sheriff, it was only a shift from overt to covert.

Centuries ago, bloody conflicts between foreign colonists and locals shattered the existing peace.