I impersonated God in America

We will win!

Now a low-ranking demon can roam freely in New York?

He could already imagine how the president would view him after this was over.

Keep in mind that he himself had only been sitting in that chair for less than a few months.

This isn't how the planned storyline went!

Shouldn't it start with some mysterious tales and legends?

For example, a hooded serial killer.

The legendary Seven Deadly Sins demons right from the start? How exciting!

[I feel like this is a hot potato.]

Asmodeus...Baal?!

Wait a minute?! Shouldn't Baal be a deity in Canaanite mythology?

How did he suddenly become the Lord of Hell?

Is it a duplicate name?

He hadn't had time to think further.

The assistant suddenly stood up from his seat.

"Sir! Look at the sky! We just received a message from the weather department; they say there seems to be some kind of monster in the clouds!"

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Iroquois settlement.

The drumming has stopped.

Air raid sirens wailed in the distance, while the roar of rotors rapidly approached from the direction of Brooklyn.

"Danger is to the east! Everyone, take the children and run to the back of the longhouse!!!"

The old clan chief stood beside the bonfire.

He also had a pipe dangling from his mouth.

At that moment, he was directing the evacuation of the children and the work of the adults.

"Don't forget the feathers you contributed. Carry them into the longhouse first! Besides, that big feather staff is heavier than you think; one person can't lift it."

"Karl, forget about the drums for now, three people are enough. Go help carry the big feather staff!"

"Dad, don't worry!"

The old patriarch suddenly frowned and looked up at the sky above.

The sky was clear just two minutes ago.

But now, the dark clouds are rolling in at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's going to thunder."

boom!

In the distance, the hooves of the Minotaur smashed the side wall of an abandoned factory, sending concrete fragments flying in all directions.

He was throwing stones at the fly in the air.

One of the pebbles streaked across the sky, over the tree canopy, and hurtled toward the bonfire plaza.

"Mother!!!"

The stones cast shadows above the campfire, and the children looked up, their eyes wide.

"Anna!"

The young mother didn't have time to pull her child completely back into her arms, so she chose to squat down and use her back to shield her daughter's head.

God, please bless us and make that stone tilt!

Boom!!!

It seemed as if God had truly received a response.

In an instant, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky.

Boom!

The stone was struck directly by lightning and then shattered.

The remaining dust was swept away by the wind.

The young mother, finding herself and her child unharmed, looked around with a look of relief.

After discovering that only gravel and dust remained, they seemed to realize something.

He silently bowed his head and made a gesture of gratitude to the gods, a customary practice within his clan.

Ta-da.

Suddenly, raindrops fell from the clouds and hit the campfire.

People instinctively reach out their hands.

rain?

Feeling the dampness in their hands, everyone immediately turned their gaze to the sky.

Lightning flashed deep within the clouds.

A bird-shaped figure flashed past in the clouds.

Wait! Could that figure be...?!

The old patriarch couldn't even hold his pipe properly.

pat.

Until the figure had completely disappeared.

He was still staring at the cloud.

[It's actually true?!]

He had heard that name countless times from his great-grandfather since he was a child.

Legend has it that the guardian spirit of the Iroquois would be...

"Grandpa, what is that?"

"Thunderbolt".

The old man picked up the pipe and held it in his palm, his knuckles trembling slightly.

"It's actually true."

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St. Mary's Church.

Lynn leaned back in her chair, holding a half-cold cup of coffee in her hand.

The number of wish power displayed on the system panel is still increasing.

However, he didn't have time to look, as he was currently sensing the changes within the clouds.

All I can say is that Smoker completely misused the Smoke-Smoke Fruit's power in the original story.

If anything can be developed that is even slightly useful, it won't be completely useless.

Aside from its inherent physical immunity, it has hardly developed any decent tactical value.

It's important to understand that smoke is essentially composed of suspended particles.

The Smoke Fruit actually controls dust, mist droplets, and condensation nuclei.

This leads to a special usage.

That is, influencing cloud formation by controlling water vapor and condensation nuclei.

Then you need to know that high-altitude water vapor only needs to be provided with an attachment point in the sky to turn into raindrops.

This allows for the artificial creation of clouds and rain.

Then, the collision of ice crystals in the clouds is used to generate charge separation.

As positive and negative charges move up and down.

The potential difference is pulled up to the threshold that breaks down the air.

Lightning then came into being.

At this point, the Phantom Fruit, with a little special effects, can produce an extremely exaggerated effect.

Smoker came in to become an apprentice!

Lynn put down her coffee cup and stopped watching iMoTV.

After a brief examination, he discovered that the Devil Fruit within the Minotaur's body had essentially reached its limit under the stimulation of the power of will.

It won't last much longer.

You know what, the authorities actually have a chance to drag out the Minotaur incident until it's over.

Lynn continued to pour her heart and soul into it.

He also took the opportunity to see if the mythical fruit template could be triggered by a primitive faith with such low profile.

Fruit Awakening Failure Test, Mythical Fruit Template Test, Smoke-Smoke Fruit Ability Test.

Adding the power of wishes acquired, it's like getting four uses from one fish.

The power of wishes surged into the clouds.

rain.

It's denser now.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Natural Disaster

Pentagon, Special Affairs Bureau Emergency Meeting Room.

James stared at the dark cloud on the screen.

He's still thinking about that Thunderbird from earlier.

Is the world really this deep?

“In the traditional beliefs of the Iroquois, there is a sky guardian spirit called the Thunderer, who is said to take the form of a thunderbird to maintain order.”

"If I'm not mistaken, that strange creature in the clouds... that's the deity."

The image shows a figure controlling lightning in the clouds.

Although it's rather blurry, it's enough to make out that it looks like a bird.

"Thunderbird".

James leaned back half an inch.

"If we were to actually fight this creature, what options do we have?"

"To be honest, if the Thunderbird can really control lightning and rain at will, it's practically a catastrophe-level elemental creature."

"Modern weapons basically all require guidance, and thunderstorms are a natural source of interference."

"As far as I know, there is currently no good combat plan against this kind of elemental creature."

"The only thing I can think of is to use anti-aircraft guns to blow away the clouds and then bombard them upwards without regard to cost."

"Even with this, we still have to consider whether we can break through the defenses. If after a long period of research we find that we can't even break through the defenses, and we anger the enemy..."

[Then New York will be Barbie Q]

James understood the implication behind his assistant's tone.

He turned the briefing in front of him over and placed it face down on the table.