I impersonated God in America

Where am I?

Xu Ge felt that his memory was somewhat hazy.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing on a familiar street.

Low houses lined both sides of the street, and the distant clock tower echoed with the long, drawn-out chimes.

The air smelled of the sea breeze.

Sardinia.

Xu Ge immediately recognized the place.

What am I doing here?

Suddenly he noticed the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

[Did I just get out of school?]

Then he looked up and his gaze fell on the familiar wooden door not far away.

The paint on the door has peeled off.

Xu Ge suddenly felt a strange feeling rising in his heart, as if his intuition was warning him of the strangeness of his situation.

Something feels off.

crunch.

Just then, the wooden door slowly opened.

My mother stood behind the door, wearing the apron she had used for many years.

Her hands were covered in flour, and there was a small white mark on her forehead.

The oven in the kitchen was emitting heat.

There was a Margherita pizza on the table.

The father sat in the living room watching the game.

The Brazil World Cup final will be tomorrow! Germany vs. Argentina!!

My younger sister was sitting at the dining table doing her homework, her hair hanging down to the side of her face.

Anna looked up when she saw Xu Ge standing outside the door.

The radiant smile made Xu Ge feel somewhat dazed.

"Brother, what are you still doing standing outside?"

"Wash your hands, it's time to eat."

Xu Ge stared at her blankly.

The mother peeked out from the kitchen.

"What's wrong? Are you exhausted today?"

The father also looked away from the television.

"Come in quickly, the pizza won't taste good if it gets cold."

Anna tapped the table with her pen and puffed out her cheeks.

"Brother~ come in quickly!"

Anna?!

Xu Ge suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind.

His mother came over and looked at him with concern.

"Do you have a headache?"

"No."

Xu Ge lowered his hand.

He looked at the smile on his mother's face, then at Anna sitting at the dining table.

That unease was quickly overshadowed by another emotion.

exhausted.

Relax.

There's also a strange sense of peace.

"I am back."

He stepped into the house.

The wooden door slowly closed behind us.

"By the way, Dad, have you ever considered betting on Germany to win by a margin of 1 to 0?"

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America, Extraordinary Countermeasures Department.

James stood in front of the main screen, where staff members were reporting the latest situation of the Sixth Fleet's destroyers.

"The exploration fleet has been out of contact for more than twenty minutes."

"The satellite did not capture any images of the sunken ship."

"All shipboard communications were simultaneously interrupted, and the last signal was heard near the Italian blockade area."

"By the way, does this mean..."

The meeting room fell silent for a few seconds.

James's lips slowly curled up.

He turned around and looked at the department heads behind him.

"Guys, it looks like we're in luck."

"Since even satellites can't find them, it means they may have entered some special area."

"Our people should have found their target."

James looked at the blank sea area on the main screen, his eyes filled with barely suppressed elation.

He hadn't expected it to happen so quickly.

It went so smoothly that it was almost unbelievable to him.

[The fountain of youth, is it finally within our grasp?!]

This thought gradually warmed his chest.

James grew up in an ordinary small town.

His father ran a car repair shop, and his mother worked at a supermarket.

He relied on his grades to leave the small town, get into university, enter government departments, and then climb up the ranks from grassroots positions to the Ministry of National Defense.

There are people with better backgrounds and resources in every position.

It took him decades to reach the position of vice minister.

Later, he rose to the position of head of the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department because he was in the right place at the right time.

Although it's a scapegoat position, it doesn't necessarily mean there's no room for advancement!

The water of youth is undoubtedly the key to climbing upwards.

Those who truly hold power in this country are willing to give up everything in exchange for their youth.

For James, successfully completing this mission will earn him a ticket to a higher position.

He will finally be leaving this disgusting position.

Vice President?

Secretary of State?

Even the president?

James raised his hand and straightened his tie.

[As long as you give the right gift...]

For the first time, he felt that the chair in the White House was not so far away from him.

"minister."

The secretary strode into the conference room.

"A call came from Italy."

James reached out and took the phone; Cavalli's voice, barely containing his anger, came from the other end.

"Secretary James, the American fleet is approaching the temporary blockade zone established by Italy. Please halt your ships immediately."

"Lockdown zone?"

James glanced at everyone in the conference room.

Everyone fell silent.

He could feel the rapid breathing on the other end of the phone.

[Tsk tsk, so eager?]

It seems that Italy already knows the real reason for the Sixth Fleet's disappearance.

The other person's voice continued to come:

"The investigation into the area where Dr. Marco died is being conducted by Italy. The United States has no right to unilaterally enter the area."

James slowly sat down in the chair.

“Dear Minister Kavali, perhaps you have some misunderstanding about America. This time, our fleet was dispatched entirely for humanitarian relief.”

"That's really hurtful to hear."

No, I have to hold it in.

As James spoke, he went through all the sad things in his life before he could suppress the urge to laugh.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Secretary James, you know what we're talking about."

"I know you value this sea area very much."

James looked at the pen in his hand.

"But America, as a beacon of civilization, will never allow a highly educated intellectual like Dr. Marco to be endangered!!!"

"We take Dr. Marco's safety very seriously, so the Sixth Fleet will continue to the target area, and the search and rescue operation will not be suspended due to nationality or jurisdiction."

"Does Italy have anything else to say? Don't delay the rescue operation!"

"Dudu."

The conference room was completely silent, except for a few people who watched with great interest as the two engaged in their virtual dialogue.

It's getting more and more lively.

James raised an eyebrow and spoke to his assistant with some pleasure.

"Notify the Sixth Fleet formation."

"Change course and enter the Italian blockade waters."

"In addition, draft the document according to what I just said, and state to the outside world that we are acting out of humanitarian relief."

James stared blankly at the vanished fleet signal on the main screen.

Youth? What a beautiful word.

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Italian Ministry of Defense.