I impersonated God in America

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Some children hid behind the house, peeking at them, holding pottery jars in their hands.

There are no modern elements.

Dr. Marco saw someone roasting freshly caught fish over a fire.

The air was filled with the aroma of charcoal and olive oil.

A huge stone statue stands in the center of the village.

It is covered with linear script.

[The early people... the Trojan War... the goddess Calypso...]

Dr. Marco's pupils contracted when he saw the above content.

"Doctor, what does it say on that?"

The assistant asked in a low voice.

Dr. Marco did not answer.

He stared at the stone tablet, his breathing gradually becoming rapid.

"Impossible! If that were really the case, wouldn't that mean..."

Dr. Mark turned to look at the prophet, his gaze growing increasingly cautious:

Who exactly are you?

"We are the original inhabitants of the mainland."

The prophet sat by the fire and accepted the wooden cup offered to him by his people:

"That was quite a long time ago. I think the king back then was Agamemnon, right?"

Dr. Marco's pupils suddenly contracted:

"what?"

[Agamemnon?! Isn't that the Mycenaean king from the Trojan War?]

"It's a terrible memory. After the Trojan War started, the seas were full of ships and corpses. We didn't want to continue fighting for the king, so we fled our homeland with our families."

"But we encountered a storm at sea, and the merciful goddess Calypso brought us here to make our home."

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

A clear look appeared in the eyes of the assistant standing beside him.

Where am I? What happened? Where's the translator? Help!

[What did the Doctor hear? Why are you so shocked?]

Dr. Marco's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"You mean you personally experienced the Trojan War? How old are you this year?"

"At that time..."

The prophet raised his head and seemed to think seriously for a while.

"Troy has not yet fallen. As for now..."

He glanced at the stone tablet in the distance:

"It should be more than three thousand years ago."

"To be honest, at the beginning, I was just one of the residents. But too many prophets couldn't bear it and chose to give up their lives, so it was my turn."

Dr. Marco's hands began to tremble slightly.

[A Trojan refugee who lived for over three thousand years?]

[The veteran has arrived.]

This is beyond the scope of archaeology to explain...

This is a true living fossil that has survived from the mythological era to the modern era.

Just as Dr. Marco was about to ask further questions, he suddenly began to cough violently.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The long voyage, torrential rain, and fright finally took their toll on his body.

The assistant quickly stepped forward to help him up.

"Doctor, are you alright?"

The prophet reached out and took a stone cup from the side and handed it to him.

"Drink it."

Dr. Marco hesitated for a moment, then took the stone cup and drank it all in one gulp.

The water slid down his throat, and the next moment, he suddenly felt a strange sense of ease in his body.

The heavy breathing became smooth.

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his face.

The previously loose skin is gradually tightening.

The assistant stared at the doctor in front of him, his mouth involuntarily agape.

"PhD……"

Dr. Marco looked down at his hands.

My palms, which were originally covered with age spots, have become much smoother.

"My body..."

The prophet's tone was extremely calm:

"This is just the drinking water that the goddess bestowed upon the islanders."

"It allows us to remain at the age most suitable for serving the goddess."

Dr. Marco, holding an empty glass, was completely stunned.

"This...this is impossible..."

Where have we ended up?

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On the coast.

Although the captain and his entourage did not clash with the group of spearmen, they maintained a cautious distance throughout.

Just then, they saw a familiar figure in the distance.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, the safety of this elderly doctor was the most important thing for them on this trip.

"Wait? Who are you?!"

As the doctor approached, they discovered that his gray hair had turned jet black.

The captain glanced at the prophet beside him with some disbelief.

Could it be that...?

Various stories from mythology flash by.

His face immediately put on a fawning expression.

However, he discovered that the prophet completely ignored him.

Then they turned their attention to the yacht on the reef.

The bow of the ship was almost smashed by the reef, and a huge crack appeared in the hull.

Even if such damage were sent to a specialized shipyard, it would likely take several weeks to repair.

The captain heard the prophet muttering something to the people behind him.

Dr. Marco stood between the two, acting as a temporary translator.

"This prophet said he was willing to help us repair the ship."

Are you kidding me?

This is modern technology, how could it be achieved by a group of primitive people?

[Is the doctor terrified?]

Then, under the captain's strange gaze, the prophet took out a clump of grayish-white powder from the stone jar behind him.

He raised his hand and sent the grayish-white stone powder flying toward the yacht.

next moment.

Everyone witnessed a scene that defied comprehension.

Rumble!!!

The seawater on the deck flowed back to the surface.

The broken metal was pieced back together, and the bent railings were gradually restored to their original shape.

Click!

The debris scattered among the rocks seemed to be pulled back, flying backward and re-embedding into the hull.

Even the worn paint on the bow of the ship was restored to its original color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It looks brand new.

The captain was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

"What?! This isn't scientific?"

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Italian Ministry of Defense.

Kavali was somewhat anxious.

"Still no trace of the yacht?"

"I'm sorry, sir, that rainstorm came too quickly. Our personnel are doing their best to search and rescue."

"I told you we couldn't let the old doctor go out. He's probably suffering on some deserted island right now, and he's probably regretting it to death."

Ring ring.

Suddenly, a notification appeared on the screen asking for a video request. Seeing the note in the corner, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

【Investigation Team No. 003】

"Now that satellite video calls have been restored, it seems they have returned safely."

Click.

"Wow, what a thrilling journey!"

Kavali stared at the smug-looking middle-aged man on the screen, slightly taken aback.

Who are you?

"I am Dr. Marco! Has General Cavalli forgotten me so quickly?"

"what?"

"The wind and rain are quite strong now, I have something to do, we'll talk about it when I get back."

Click.