I impersonated God in America

So they weren't too worried about security.

[Primitive people? If they really start fighting, I hope it won't be too much of a downer.]

Thinking of the weapons in their hands, the group was full of confidence.

Just then, the prophet arrived, surrounded by the crowd.

The young man in the lead took a step forward and spoke quickly.

His tone grew increasingly agitated, and he raised his spear higher and higher.

Evelyn's heart began to race.

The young man pointed to her chest.

It then points to the sea.

Because her actions were so obvious, Evelyn had a pretty good idea of ​​what the other person meant.

Is this implying we came by sea?

“We have no hostile intentions. We have only come to return an item.”

The prophet frowned slightly.

Does the person in charge not know English?

Evelyn immediately realized that language was useless here.

Just then, she remembered her grandfather's letter.

It brought wealth to the Ashburn family.

After dust returns to dust, ashes to ashes, the gold coins must be returned to their rightful owner.

Evelyn reached out and took out the ancient Greek gold coin, holding it in her palm.

The moment the gold coin was exposed, all the spears around stopped.

The crowd, which had been filled with hostility just moments before, seemed to have been put on pause by some force.

The prophet approached Evelyn.

He gently touched the surface of the gold coin with his finger.

It seems like they're confirming something.

Immediately afterwards, Evelyn saw a faint golden light spreading from the gold coin.

Then, the prophet's hand touched his forehead with incredible speed.

Before Evelyn could react, she heard a voice in her mind.

This made her understand the man's purpose.

[Telepathy? That's incredible!]

What do you want?

“I just want to return the gold coins according to my grandfather’s last wish.”

Then she saw the prophet in front of her freeze in shock, as if he found her answer unbelievable.

Then the familiar voice rang in my mind again.

"I can give you a reward."

"Wealth, youth, power, knowledge, or a new destiny."

[Is it really not as simple as I imagined?]

It seems this is where my grandfather made his fortune.

[Sigh, really, they have such extraordinary information, why didn't they choose to tell us?]

Evelyn clenched her fists, her mind racing with thoughts.

Although she had a feeling that this operation would not be simple, she did not expect it to actually be related to the extraordinary.

Since the series of extraordinary events, humans have gained supernatural powers, and ancient legends are becoming reality.

But as the sea breeze blew at the stern of the ship, she could never shake the thought of her father's unexpected death.

Her innate intuition told her that her father's death might not have been an accident.

She kept thinking about the cause of her father's death and also wanted to know what her grandfather had taken from the island.

What if I gained extraordinary power...?

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind.

but.

Evelyn said softly.

"I ask for nothing more."

"If returning the gold coins was my grandfather's last wish, I only want to return them to the person who rightfully owns them."

The old man looked at the gold coins with a touch of distant emotion in his eyes.

He then took off the amulet around his neck and handed it to Evelyn.

"What an unexpected answer. May the wind nymph guide your journey."

[Nymph?!]

Evelyn took the amulet, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She knew something about nymphs; they were beings that appeared frequently in Greek mythology, existing between gods and mortals.

More like a powerful nature spirit?

Could this amulet... be an extraordinary item?

When she held the amulet in her hand, the way the islanders looked at her changed.

The initial wariness suddenly turned into friendliness.

Meanwhile, Thomson stared intently at the prophet, already drenched in sweat.

Just looking at the other person, he felt a suffocating sensation on his neck, as if a python were coiling around him.

Just by looking at his stance, you can tell this guy is terrifyingly strong.

His sixth sense, honed from his miraculous survival of countless battlefields, was frantically warning him.

Do not move!

Thomson glanced at Evelyn and gestured frantically.

Evelyn glanced at it and sighed softly.

"Relax, Mr. Thomson. They have no hostility towards us."

"But……"

Click.

Just as the two were about to have a further conversation, a door appeared in mid-air.

The crowd on the island fell silent instantly.

Everyone looked toward the door.

The prophet's expression changed for the first time.

He raised his hand to shield Evelyn behind him.

salsa.

A tall figure walked out from behind the door.

The snake's tail left a shallow trail on the ground.

The snake's eyes swept across the crowd.

The islanders seemed to have seen some kind of monster from the depths of mythology.

The spear was raised again.

Several young soldiers even took a step back.

The prophet stared at the figure and slowly uttered a few ancient words.

[Watch out, it's Medusa!!!]

Thanks to the link she had just used, Evelyn understood the prophet's words.

Then she looked at Xu Ge with a somewhat subtle expression.

She had seen this man in several reports of extraordinary events.

I just didn't expect our first meeting to be like this.

Is this guy's life always this colorful?

"Perhaps there's no need for everyone to be so tense?"

Meanwhile, Xu Ge frowned; he had already done some tutoring before coming.

However, he still couldn't understand what the other person was saying, and could only awkwardly pronounce the syllables that the owl had given him.

"I... will participate in the trial."

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New York. St. Patrick's Cathedral.

A mirror-like image floated in front of Lynn, reflecting everything that had just happened on the island.

On the other hand, there's the situation with the Door-Door Fruit.

Evelyn and the others were currently asleep in a green world.

Yes.

Everything that just happened was Lynn using the power of the Kirin Fruit to trap them in a dream.

Then, using the power of the Song-Song Fruit, they were pulled into the world of songs.

The World of Song is the most overpowered ability of the Song-Song Fruit.

In this world, Lynn is like a creator god, and can almost have anything he wants.

Temperature, perception, feedback.

Aside from not being real, everything on the island seemed so real.

[Calypso template being generated...]

He originally just wanted to confirm one thing.

When ordinary people enter the derivative world created by the Song-Song Fruit, can their emotions be transformed into wish power?

Fear, worship, awe.

Furthermore, if one experiences events involving mythological figures as in real life, can these emotions be linked to specific mythological templates?

Lynn always felt that this direction was feasible.

Now, the data on the panel provides the answer.

The power of will is continuously increasing.

The Calypso template is also constantly being generated.

What surprised him even more was...

He recently used the souls he collected from the Soul-Soul Fruit to create the native inhabitants of the island.

Can the soul in the world of song actually provide the power of will?

The numbers on the panel kept changing.

[Wish Power +0.017]

[Wish Power +0.241]