I impersonated God in America

"Decent?!"

"What dignity do I have left?!"

The adjutant stood to the side, not daring to speak.

Kavali gritted his teeth and stared at the screen.

At that moment, he felt as if the faces on the American aircraft carrier were mocking him.

"Notify the Ghost Fleet to retreat."

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"Of course, we Americans have always sent people out of humanitarian support."

"Yes, those pirates are really despicable."

"It's all for the sake of peace in the Mediterranean region, and of course we have no objection to mediating between the United States and the Mediterranean."

James hung up the phone with a smile on his face, seemingly in a good mood.

Although continuing the fight would definitely result in Italy losing everything, both inside and out.

But it doesn't matter, I'll just do it to save face for the church.

He wasn't too bothered by the Pope's biased stance.

Although the Papal States clearly wanted the United States to back down and Italy to leave gracefully during the phone call.

The price of this compromise was that the Americans would be allowed to loot the ruins first.

After we've eaten our fill, we'll give Italy some soup.

The problem is that the Papal States are unaware of the Water of Youth within the ruins.

They might know, but not care?

[Once the exploration is complete, let's reserve some land for Italy.]

After all, for the United States, everything else is acceptable as long as they get the "youth serum".

[It's all thanks to the Soul Forge!]

Relieved, James checked the data sent back from the front lines.

After all, this was the Hell Fleet's first real combat mission.

The energy of the Soul Forge has stabilized.

It doesn't look damaged at all.

He leaned back in his chair with a smug look on his face, gazing at the aircraft carrier as if it were a lover.

[The more I look at it, the more satisfied I become.]

How could the Canaanite gods be such a suitable partner?

"Sir, the Soul Forge is working even better than expected."

A researcher nearby handed over a consumption report.

"With the help of the Soul Forge, the aircraft carrier's top speed has doubled and its turning efficiency has doubled."

"The most important outer flame shield can withstand multiple high-intensity attacks, representing a qualitative leap in defense, and fuel consumption is also lower than expected."

"What about it?"

"A battle that takes about ten minutes only requires one death row inmate."

"With the current reserves, there is no problem supporting the fleet to complete several long-distance operations. The supply of goods to prisons in the rear is also very stable."

[How could such extraordinary items be so perfectly suited to American culture and tradition?]

Using death row inmates is also extremely cost-effective.

At that moment, James heard the guests in the conference room cheering.

"I just don't know how much we'll find inside the ruins."

"No matter how you look at it, we're really going to have a feast this time."

"Moreover, I really didn't expect that a best-selling product from centuries ago would still retain its value so well."

"..."

"You'll get beaten up if you say that outside this room."

At this point, everyone knew that everyone would reap huge profits from this mission.

James also smiled.

"We're just waiting for our exploration team to bring the items back!"

"Notify the Sixth Fleet at the front: everyone prepare to go home!"

"Assistant! Pop the champagne! We're drinking until we drop tonight!"

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The Papal States.

The clock in the square outside the window chimed one by one, its sound drifting into the empty conference room.

The Secretary of State, Cardinal, put down the phone and stood still, waiting for the Pope to speak.

"Is everything going smoothly?"

"Both sides accepted our mediation."

The Pope slowly closed his eyes and quickly began to think.

In fact, he already knew that there was some more important resource hidden behind this war.

Both Italy's sudden blockade of the sea and the United States' mobilization of the Sixth Fleet were unusual in themselves.

Moreover, they later unleashed all their hidden power, solely to seize the ruins.

They've stopped acting altogether.

However, from the church's perspective, the situation is completely different.

The Book of Revelation was their top priority; the real-world power struggles were insignificant in comparison.

[Anything that can stop the seeds of war from being sown is fine.]

After all, the two sides had clearly gotten heated.

If this continues for any longer, the battle will completely spiral out of control.

If cracks appear within NATO, European countries will be forced to take sides under the prevailing trend.

The church will also be dragged into the struggle between the two sides.

The world will suddenly descend into chaos.

“The things inside the ruins are very important, but Italy must know they can’t win in the competition and are already considering backing down. This is the perfect time for us to intervene.”

"Not only can it do both sides a favor, but it can also demonstrate the authority of the church to the world."

It's important to understand that this action by the church sends a significant signal to the outside world.

In other words, the church is qualified to mediate the conflict between the two major powers.

This established international image has been of great help in many things to come.

Although it was somewhat opportunistic, or perhaps a case of going with the flow?

But the church used to establish its authority through this tactic.

Of course, they still have one trump card up their sleeve.

Absolute punishment.

People gave you the nickname "Expel him from the church."

In the Middle Ages, this tactic posed a great threat, since the common people under the rule of lords always had a place of faith, and if they were excommunicated, the peasants under the lords would directly rebel.

France took several actions that undermined the authority of the Church.

But things are different now.

If God truly exists, this move's power is directly amplified.

Given the concept of excommunication, this tactic could very well prevent high-ranking officials from entering heaven!

However, this tactic becomes less and less valuable with repeated use, so they were quite satisfied with the success of this mediation.

Give both sides a way out, and let the tension remain at sea.

The most important thing is to give this conflict a conclusion that everyone can accept from the outside world.

"Because in the global system, everyone still needs this fig leaf."

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The United States Extraordinary Countermeasures Department.

The meeting room was filled with jubilation.

On the large screen, the latest fleet signals are slowly being restored.

"The signal has finally been restored."

"It looks like they succeeded."

James stood in front of the main screen, his hands resting on the table.

The blurry outline of a fleet gradually emerged in the sea.

"It seems our troops have already made contact with the island."

"This mission was completed very quickly."

God bless America.

James looked at the fleet's phantom image on the screen, and the corners of his mouth slowly lifted.

I can finally leave this shitty place.

Everyone stared at the screen with anticipation.

What spoils will you bring back?

[The requirements aren't high; a few buckets of youthful fluid are enough.]

As the images on the screen became clearer, the meeting room suddenly fell silent.

"What?! This is impossible!"

One analyst stood up abruptly and stared intently at the screen.

The fleet that appeared had many ships that had been cut in half and were badly damaged.

It's less that it was driven out, and more that it drifted out.

The wrecked hull.

The overturned bridge.

The deck was completely burned.

Countless metal fragments rose and fell gently with the waves.

The smiles on the faces of those who were just celebrating in the conference room gradually froze.

"There's no mistake, the numbers on these wrecks belong to us."

"Damn it, what happened?"

James stood in front of the screen, his smile completely gone, his eyes fixed on the screen.

[F*** you! My water!!!]

"What happened? Contact the survivors on the ship immediately!"

sizzle.

"Sir, run! The captain's gone mad..."