I impersonated God in America

The raging flames exploded to both sides in an instant.

A large amount of fire spread along the sea surface, forming two burning sea walls.

Behind the shield, the Sicilian coastline was so quiet it seemed to exist in a different world.

Ahead lay flames that seemed to scorch the heavens and boil the seas.

Behind them are azure waters and resort islands.

Between the flames and the coast, there seemed to be an insurmountable boundary.

"So it really is related to that snake-man from before?"

"It's blocked!!"

"But is that still not enough?"

After all, they had seen it before.

Although the shield offers strong defense, if the monster in front of you realizes what's happening and chooses to continue preparing to land on Sicily, the outcome will be the same.

Sudden.

They saw a white light appear in the center of the shield.

"Could this ability be...?"

Kavali's pupils contracted, and he exchanged a glance with his adjutant, seemingly realizing something, and they spoke in unison.

Medusa?!

After all, the difficulty of this ability almost caused them to develop PTSD.

If anyone in the world understands this capability better than them, it's probably the United States.

As they suspected, it was exactly what they had guessed.

next second.

The grayish-white light flowed upwards along the pillar of fire.

Wherever it passed, the originally crimson flames gradually faded in color, turning somewhat white.

At the same time, the seawater beneath the shield quickly turned grayish-white.

The splashing water stopped in mid-air and turned into pieces of grayish-white stone chips.

In the blink of an eye, the entire sea surface looked like it was paved with an ever-extending stone road.

The grayish-white light continued forward.

Along the pillar of fire,

"Awooo!!!"

In just a moment, Typhon's massive body struggled as it was rapidly covered by a layer of grayish-white.

Countless open mouths froze in mid-air, still poised to spew pillars of fire, seemingly fixed in the center of the petrified sea.

On the other side...

In contrast, the small shield remained suspended on the sea surface.

In front of it, there is a gray-white coastline composed of petrified materials.

It's like a boundary drawn by the hand of a god.

Kavali stared at the terrifying power on the screen, then slumped into his chair and slowly uttered a name.

"That shield, without a doubt!"

“Aegis…”

"Is this the legendary artifact?"

"That's an exaggeration."

You have to understand that they were practically powerless against the monsters at sea.

Even the greatest weapon of humankind failed to prove its worth.

And this crisis, which could be described as a national catastrophe, was actually resolved by just a shield?

"And aren't the Greek gods taking action a bit too frequently? Are monsters corrupted by demonic energy really worth the gods targeting and killing?"

“If I really stop caring about you, you won’t be happy…”

"I actually have a guess about this. In the mythology, Athena was easily defeated in the battle against Typhon. Could this be a factor?"

"Hiss, you know what, you really shouldn't say it!"

"Is it too late for us to cling to a powerful figure?"

"Is this a god descending to earth to embrace two people at once? You're the one who can handle everything!"

"But to be honest, it feels really good to be sandwiched between two major mythologies."

"Do you think the mastermind behind this might be Lord Poseidon?"

"Deliberately? Is this about the sea? Has the sea god's reputation gotten that bad? Typhon is a common enemy of the Greek pantheon, no matter what. This is such a ridiculous attempt to smear him..."

Listening to the discussion behind him, Cavalli seemed like a deflated balloon, exhaling the pressure with his breath.

"Contact the president and inform him that the crisis has been resolved."

"It's the goddess Athena."

Chapter 165 Gravity Fruit and the Troublemaker

The Italian Presidential Conference Room.

Minister Kavali reconvened at the conference table with the President and the Prime Minister, where several reports were laid out.

A summary of the Typhon incident.

Assessment of marine petrochemical areas.

"So, after the artifact, which is suspected to be from Aegis, destroyed the monster, it disappeared?"

"exactly."

Upon hearing this, the president sighed. He was truly disappointed that the gods were unwilling to communicate with the government.

If they could, they would love to go up and suck up to him.

But it seems the other party doesn't think much of them at all.

"Forget it, let's leave it at that. I'm more concerned about what's happening on the island than that."

At this point, the president's expression turned serious, and he glanced at Kavali.

"So, have we basically finished questioning the people who have reappeared on these islands?"

Cavalli nodded, then projected a video onto the screen.

From the navy's perspective, a yacht heading towards Britain can be seen being directly intercepted by naval forces in the distance.

The most striking features are a young girl and a tall, lean man.

"However, due to the girl's special status, and after confirming that she did not have any 'youth water' on her, we were unable to detain her due to a strong statement from the British Foreign Office."

Was she a British aristocratic lady?

Although such titles no longer hold much value, they generally still reflect social status.

At least these people's network of relationships could easily cause some trouble later on.

"But fortunately, he wasn't the only one missing; there were many more witnesses present."

So the president nodded without saying anything. After all, apart from the "youth serum," everything else was negotiable.

If the other side has indeed obtained the water source, then even at the risk of international condemnation...

On the other hand, forcibly detaining someone for the sake of a few questions could easily cause international disputes, which is somewhat counterproductive.

"The remaining individuals have been identified as members of a British private security company. They were very cooperative with our questioning."

The prime minister next to him raised an eyebrow and said with a hint of sarcasm, "I didn't expect these guys to be so sensible."

After all, the interception itself wasn't exactly honorable.

Fortunately, the other party was willing to cooperate.

Although they have ways to deal with non-cooperation.

"According to intelligence."

Cavalli's expression instantly turned serious as he slowly opened a report.

"After they landed on the island, they encountered the islanders just like Dr. Marco had encountered before. However, what was unusual was that not long after they encountered an uninvited guest."

Kavali turned to the report and came across the photo of the snake-man from the previous Vesuvius incident.

"At that time, the snake-man said something and, surrounded by many natives, arrived at an altar."

"Then he fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up again, a crystal appeared out of thin air in his hand, as if it had been drawn from the void."

"Many of the local natives started cheering excitedly, and what happened after that is unclear. All we know is that when they woke up again, they had left the island."

what?

Upon hearing this, the president's pupils contracted, as if he had realized something.

"You mean creating something out of nothing?"

"No, I prefer to communicate with reality by stepping out of my dreams rather than that."

A dream?!

The president looked at him incredulously.

"Bring out the things from the dream?"

Even though he wasn't a professional in this field, he knew how exaggerated this ability was.

This is getting more and more outrageous.

Are they even starting to involve the ability to transform consciousness into matter now?

"But if it's the God of Dreams, shouldn't it be in the underworld?"

Hearing the Prime Minister's question, Kavali shook his head and took out another notebook.

"This is Dr. Marco's translation report after his return. If I'm not mistaken, based on the inscriptions on the island and the prophet's oral account, the goddess worshipped by the island's inhabitants should be Calypso."

Calypso?

The two were slightly puzzled, then retrieved the name from their memories.

After all, the story of Odysseus is known to every household.

Is she the goddess who promised eternal life and imprisoned the hero on a hidden island?

"Dr. Marco believes that it is very likely the island where Odysseus was left behind."

"Furthermore, after comparing with those adventure teams, it was further confirmed that the island could not be located on the map. The only thing that could be done was that the storm would attract outsiders."

The president frowned as he looked at the text in the report.

"I see. That's why we haven't been able to find it. It's not surprising if it's a goddess known for her secrecy."

"Now that we have relevant clues and information, we should station warships in the area permanently."

"One day, by sheer luck, we'll stumble upon a dead mouse."

The Prime Minister and Kavali exchanged a glance and sighed; after all, this was the only way.

"Does it possess the ability to rewrite reality and illusion?"

As the president pondered this, he looked up at the light on the ceiling, a hint of longing unconsciously appearing in his eyes.

"If I could be one of them... I'd be willing to resign as president."

"Isn't your term ending next year?"

"Tsk, what a smooth talker!"