I impersonated God in America

After Evelyn finished reading the letter, she became increasingly concerned about it.

When she first heard her father tell this story as a child, she always thought it was some kind of wonderful adventure. But now, with the myth returning, she always felt that perhaps this matter was not as simple as she imagined.

The world has undergone tremendous changes in the past year.

In news programs, content related to the extraordinary is almost ubiquitous.

The financial channel has almost never stopped reporting on extraordinary economics.

Even the most outdated TV series are starting to incorporate supernatural elements.

Even prime-time romantic dramas are now trying to capitalize on Cupid's popularity.

The sword-forging competition started with an additional ritual to worship the fire god.

Sex workers pray to the goddess of beauty before leaving home...

The extraordinary economy was even more outrageous, with countless ordinary people buying all sorts of antiques like madmen.

Anything even remotely related to the extraordinary will appreciate significantly in value.

Countless amulets and so-called maps of divine treasures are extremely popular.

But for Evelyn, all she wanted was to fulfill her ancestors' promise and return the gold coins.

While I'm at it, I'll also take the opportunity to see firsthand the origins of my family.

"Miss, the weather forecast indicates a storm is coming to the nearby seas."

Thomson stepped out of the cockpit.

He was Evelyn's bodyguard and the most experienced security personnel on the ship.

He glanced at Evelyn unconsciously, his heart filled with admiration.

With such a robust physique, she doesn't look like a noble lady at all; instead, she seems more like a skilled adventurer.

How large is the storm?

"The forecast data is changing. It was just to the west a moment ago, but now it covers the entire sea area in front of us."

Thomson glanced at the pocket watch in her hand.

"We can return to Malta first and continue after the weather stabilizes."

Evelyn closed the watch cover.

"The map my father left behind shows that the destination is just ahead."

"But if I may be so bold, the islands on the map don't even have names, and the coordinates are incomplete. Just plunging in like that would be far too dangerous."

"I know."

Evelyn put the gold coins back into her pocket.

"But my gut tells me that if I give up this time, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

Thomson was about to try to persuade him when a muffled clap of thunder suddenly came from the depths of the sky.

Dark clouds surged in from all directions.

The sea, which had been calm just moments before, turned pitch black in just a few minutes.

The yacht began to rock violently.

The instruments inside the cabin kept sounding alarms.

"Satellite communications have been interrupted!"

The captain gripped the steering wheel, his forehead quickly covered in cold sweat.

"Everyone, get into the cabin and hold on tight!"

Boom!

A huge wave crashed in from the side.

The yacht tilted suddenly.

Evelyn gripped the railing, her palm scratched by the rough metal edge, drawing blood.

Looking at the distant sky, Evelyn's face was extremely pale.

"Damn it! My luck is terrible!"

The storm pushed the yacht into the dark sea.

The ship bobbed up and down in the giant waves, and lightning struck almost close to the mast.

Everyone thought the yacht was about to sink.

next second.

As if we had passed through some kind of barrier, the surrounding seawater returned to calm.

An island appeared before everyone.

On the distant shore, there seemed to be some figures dressed in linen clothes.

Evelyn touched the ancient Greek gold coins in her pocket, her eyes somewhat vacant.

It seems that the secret her family has kept hidden for generations has finally come to light.

"The story is true."

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America, the new White House.

The president looked at the report on the table in front of him with a headache.

"One holy sword after another, the many gods of Greece revived. Since the revival of mythology, other nations have seen their extraordinary powers increase rapidly. If this continues, America will be overtaken sooner or later."

James nodded.

Although they had some contact with the Canaanite gods during this period, compared to the situation in Greece, they were practically adopted.

What is meant by the toll between hell and reality?

And why do they have to pay a soul tax when they make a deal with the other party?!

Isn't this just bullying honest people?

If they had a choice, they wouldn't want to be in such a passive position.

Just then, the president seemed to think of something and said quietly.

"What do you think about us making contact with some other mysterious deities in private?"

"It seems unnecessary for us to hang ourselves on the Canaanite tree."

……

"Okay, I'll pretend I didn't say anything since you're like this."

Just then, James's phone rang.

After confirming that the president had no objections, he slowly turned on his phone.

"Okay, what?! fxxk!!! I got it, send it over now!"

The president was curious as he observed James's unprecedented emotional shift.

Then I saw the other person open a file on their phone and hand it to me.

"What's all this fuss about? Show some composure befitting a minister."

"F*** you! Are you serious?!"

pat.

The president, who had been maintaining his composure in the first half of the meeting, stood up abruptly upon seeing the description in the document, causing his coffee cup to fall to the ground, but no one paid any attention.

Medical examination report, the water of youth...

Looking at the contents, he was so excited he couldn't stop smiling.

He turned to James.

The other party simply nodded in confirmation.

"This information was leaked by our insiders in Italy. Moreover, if Italy were to fabricate information of this level, they would be asking for trouble."

After saying that, James suddenly noticed that the president's eyes were wandering.

【not good!】

"Uh...Quick! Bring me the heart medication!"

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I don't know how long it took to recover.

The president lay back in his chair, trying to catch his breath, his mind racing.

"Although we don't know the exact location yet, if I'm not mistaken, the Italian Ministry of Defense will definitely implement air traffic control."

"what do you mean?"

"We'll follow Italy's lead. We'll go wherever they go. Notify the Sixth Fleet in the Mediterranean to proceed to the relevant areas."

"Regardless of Italy's outcome, we must be the fisherman in the fight between the snipe and the clam!"

"But wouldn't it be too obvious to just send out the Sixth Fleet?"

"It doesn't matter, we'll just use the name of humanitarian aid to the outside world! Let them criticize us if they want."

"This is your job! Do a good job!"

"James, you don't want to be just the head of the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department for the rest of your life, do you?"

"clear."

"I'm now handing over all command to you. Fill in whatever you want!"

The president stamped his seal directly onto a blank resource request form.

They conveyed their support in the most obvious way possible.

His eyes revealed a wolf-like greed.

"As long as we can get the 'Water of Youth' back to America!"

"At all costs!"

Chapter 160 The World of Song and the Ghost Fleet

"Tsk, it seems like people aren't very welcoming to us."

Not long after Evelyn stepped onto the beach, she saw more than a dozen people holding spears and pointing them at her and her bodyguards behind her.

That look in her eyes reminded her of primitive tribes recorded in some stories.

Be wary and reject.

What are they saying?

Thomson lowered his voice.

"Can't understand."

Evelyn watched the spears approaching.

Should we back off?

"Don't move yet. If necessary, avoid causing conflict."

Thomson raised his hands and gestured to his companions behind him.

Although they wouldn't mind a fight, Evelyn was, after all, their employer.

As long as it's not too unreasonable, we should still give them face.

Regardless, a good reputation can still fetch a good price in the mercenary industry.

Moreover, they are all well-trained former special forces soldiers, and if a conflict were to break out, they would still be confident in retaliating with the guns at their waists within a sufficiently short time.