I impersonated God in America

May destiny guide your path.

The Pope did not ask any further questions.

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Brooklyn, New York.

The basement of an abandoned warehouse that has been rented.

A six-pointed star magic circle was painted in red paint in the very center of the ground.

Next to the long table were three unidentified corpses, each with a black candle pressed against its chest.

A girl is lying on a long table.

She wore a rough white linen dress, her hands clasped in front of her chest, her fingers gently holding a bunch of half-withered wildflowers.

"Child, are you ready?"

Lester stood in front of the long table and placed a hand on the girl's forehead.

He was wearing a monk's robe, and his voice sounded very low at that moment.

In fact, this was the result of him spending several months repeatedly studying the recordings of a certain master speaker.

When he placed his palm on the believer's forehead, he could feel the believer's slight trembling transmitted to his palm.

"You are about to be sacrificed to the great Baal."

"You will be freed from your mortal body and ascend to eternal heaven."

The girl closed her eyes.

"I'm ready."

Dozens of believers were kneeling below the stage.

Some donated their life savings to the cult leader, some abandoned their newborn children to join the organization, and some spent a lot of money to buy a bottle of holy water personally blessed by the cult leader.

At this moment, they watched the sacrificial ceremony on the platform with eyes that seemed to be filled with hunger.

That was pure jealousy and devotion.

Why wasn't I the one lying on the platform being sacrificed?

Lester raised his hands high and began muttering to himself.

"Barbar's greatness needs no further explanation..."

"We are the chosen ones, and the only ones..."

It's so easy to make money off idiots.

He even composed the prayers himself at this time.

But none of that matters. As long as the believer doesn't doubt, then it's true.

What if you have doubts?

That means he's not a potential target, so running away will save him time.

Just like some text messages, scammers aren't unaware that their content is idiotic.

However, if people believe such idiotic content, that itself is a form of screening, making it much easier to scam others later.

As for the girl lying on the long table, her mother still works the night shift at a gas station convenience store in Pennsylvania and sends money to his account every month with a note saying it's for her daughter's room and board at church.

He had to open another account specifically to handle these kinds of deposits, and the next payment was due soon.

[I'll pull off a few more heists and save enough money to move on to the next city.]

Tokyo seems pretty nice, doesn't it?

[Change the signboard to "Unification Church".]

Anyway, these idiots won't recognize me.

"Great Baal! Hear my call!"

He raised his arm a little higher.

Then the magic circle lit up.

The three black candles simultaneously extinguished themselves from the flame and then reignited.

The flame color changed from ordinary orange-yellow to an extremely deep dark red.

The abdomens of the three unidentified corpses on the long table split open simultaneously.

A hand covered in dark gray short hair reached out from the magic circle between the corpses.

Then a pair of curved, dark brown horns slowly rose up.

The bull's dark gray fur was covered with old, burn scars, and there was a bony protrusion above its nose.

His eyes slowly opened, and everyone saw those dark red pupils.

"Baal! Baal has come!! God has chosen us!!"

At that moment, a believer suddenly shouted, his face covered in tears of ecstasy.

He crawled toward the center of the magic circle, arms outstretched.

"God! Please bless..."

The minotaur lowered its head and stared at him with its pupils.

Its hoof was pulled out of the magic circle, and then it casually stepped down.

puff

The man's upper body was trampled into a crack in the concrete floor, and blood splattered in all directions from the edge of his hoof.

His lower body remained in a kneeling, forward-moving posture.

The basement was quiet for a full hour.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

Then screams erupted from all directions simultaneously.

"Master...you must control what you've summoned!"

"That's right, Master! You summoned this! Make it stop!"

The believers shouted at Lester in unison.

It should be noted that the ceremony, the eulogy, and even the magic circle were all designed by the cult leader himself.

In that case, the creatures summoned from the magic circle must be the cult leader's servants.

Is this reasonable?

That makes perfect sense!

As for the servants losing control? Of course, you should look for the master!

Lester's hands were still raised in the air.

He could feel the immense pressure he was under.

[Servant?]

Me?

[I'm not a bro... I'm really a scammer!]

The Minotaur Demon slowly turned its head.

puff!

"Run! The demon has killed its master!!!"

Chapter Thirty-Three: A Warm Reminder (This chapter contains cows)

The outskirts of the gathering place.

Dorsey stood beside the command vehicle, his gaze fixed on the tablet screen.

Through infrared scanning by the drone, a heat source can be clearly seen.

It can be basically confirmed that it is a supernatural being.

Why?

After all, it's starting to grow horns on its head; you can't really call it human anymore.

Dorsey looked at the screen and shook his head.

Since the Sardinian stone snake incident ended, their work pressure has skyrocketed.

Countless agents now have an additional task: traveling to places where believers gather.

Based on this, we can determine whether there are genuine items hidden inside.

They had actually visited this cult a long time ago, but since the investigation revealed it to be a fraud, they didn't pay much attention to it.

But now, who can tell him what's going on?

A fake ritual summons a real demon?

If my superiors find out about this, I'm afraid I won't even get any more vacations.

God knows how crazy those people would be for real superhuman power.

It's worth noting that quite a few wealthy people are already halfway to their coffins.

They're barely hanging on by various means.

Now, the only thought that group of people has is to see if they can save themselves through supernatural powers.

Dorsey stared at the screen, still remembering what the old policeman across from him had said when he took over the job.

"Dorsey, as a senior, I have a piece of advice for you. Do what is appropriate for your role, and remember that our role is merely that of special liaison officers."

"Don't have too high expectations for this job. Just do the preliminary work well. If the military wants to go, let them go. After all, they're the ones who kicked us out in the first place, aren't they?"

"How much longer will the Special Affairs Bureau take?"

"They're on their way."

"Block out the perimeter and don't send in ordinary troops rashly. Keep a close watch on that monster's location and don't let it wander around. We'll do our best."

Just as he finished speaking, the sound of the transport truck turning off came from outside.

“I am Colonel Nave of the Special Affairs Bureau. We are now taking over the work.”

"We're retreating."

The next moment, an order came through the commando channel as the assault team disembarked.

"Three teams checked the equipment. According to the NYPD report, this guy is no small fry."

The captain at the front line remained silent for a moment, then tightened his belt buckle sharply.

"As per Colonel Neville's orders, all personnel, attack F6!"

boom!

As the doorway was blasted open, the flashlight quickly began sweeping into the room.

What came into view was a large amount of blood.

There seem to be other people over there?!

A girl was seen huddled in the corner of the table.

She hugged her knees, staring at the medics who rushed to her side.

His tone carried a hint of confusion.

"He was clearly summoned by the cult leader... why would this guy betray us?"

"..."

This kid's brain is beyond saving.