I impersonated God in America

There was a moment of silence.

I turned to look at the aerial footage of the Iroquois Reserve that was still playing live on the other screen.

The little boy holding the tree branch totem looked up at the clouds, while a group of tribesmen gathered around the clearing that had been struck by lightning.

How many people were on the Iroquois New York Reservation?

"Several thousand people. If you add those scattered around, as well as other tribes related to the Iroquois Alliance by blood, the total number is probably more."

"What if we want to win them over?"

"It's possible, but that would create many problems later on."

"If we open a door to special treatment, what about the other descendants of Native Americans? Those reservations are scattered all over the Midwest!"

"We are concerned about scarcity, not inequality. We can't just break America back into a tribal alliance, can we?"

James rubbed his temples.

"Let's put this aside for now and let the president consider it. By the way, Professor, are you aware of the situation in Baal?"

In the video call box in the corner of the screen, the Georgetown University mythology professor turned to a page in a book.

He wore reading glasses on his nose, his hair was disheveled, and he spoke at a rapid pace.

"Baal is the god of storms and fertility in Canaanite mythology. In the Book of Kings in the Old Testament, the prophet Elijah and the prophets of Baal had a contest on Mount Carmel to see who could summon fire from heaven, and Elijah was victorious."

What happened next?

"When the Old Testament was translated into Greek, Baalzebub was translated as Beelzebub, which later became the Lord of the Flies, the Lord of Demons, and the embodiment of gluttony in the Seven Deadly Sins."

"You mean the other party is likely to be portrayed as a demon by the biblical system?"

"Well, General, as you know, myths may be true. I can't be completely sure; this is just my personal speculation."

Now that we're in the extraordinary era, the professor can't just admit it casually; what if he actually comes knocking on his door one day?

"I also found out about the characteristics of the Thunderbird. According to records, this creature represents order and balance and will fight against forces that disrupt order."

James remained silent for a moment.

Baalzeb? Beelzebub?

Then he looked up again at the still-churning thundercloud.

The cloud layer was now a full size larger than before.

Arcs of lightning flashed incessantly beneath the clouds.

"A force that disrupts order?"

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Brooklyn, on the edge of the reservation.

Wenban squatted behind an abandoned pickup truck.

The camera is glued to the rolling thunderclouds in the sky.

The number of online users has broken records, but he doesn't have time to even glance at the backend.

The bottom of the cloud layer is pressing down, and the entire dark cloud is slowly rotating around a central axis, like a giant vortex turned upside down in the New York sky.

Arcs of lightning flashed simultaneously between each layer of the cloud in the vortex, propagating from the periphery towards the center, where they converged into a bright, almost pure white spherical plasma.

"It's all lightning!"

"Oh ho ho ho, that's an exaggeration!"

The scrolling comments were so fast that no individual message was visible; at this point, this place had become the true focus of attention in New York.

The surrounding clouds and mist were constantly being sucked into the vortex, and the oppressive sky, accompanied by faint flashes of lightning, made it hard to breathe.

"Hey, hey, hey, this is no joke! What kind of deity has New York offended?"

Wenban looked at the terrifying sky.

Now someone tells him it's a weather weapon, and he believes it if New York City is about to be destroyed.

Boom!

next moment.

The sky seemed to have collapsed.

A thick, pure white bolt of lightning slammed vertically into the ground of Brooklyn from the center of the cloud vortex.

Boom!

The nearly ten-meter-long body of the Minotaur was nailed to the bottom of the pit.

In that instant, the ground was blasted into a terrifying crater. Debris and concrete fragments were swept into the air by the shockwave, then fell back into the crater and disappeared.

Nothing was left behind.

At the bottom of the pit, only extremely damp post-rain air remained.

Wenban's phone slipped from his hand, fell to the ground, and he frantically groped to pick it up.

At this moment, the only thing visible in the shot is the residual electric arc at the bottom of the pit.

And scorched earth.

"A bolt of lightning... a bolt of lightning..."

"You should know that the military deployed a large amount of firepower but still couldn't do anything about it!"

The comments section went silent.

Everyone simultaneously forgot to send comments.

What followed was a frenzied discussion.

"Should the anchor leave there quickly? It looks very dangerous."

"Look! It's not over yet! There's a second one!!!"

The bolt of lightning that pierced the ground disappeared.

Then a second bolt of lightning struck diagonally from the edge of the clouds.

"This direction? No! They're coming for our people!"

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Pac rested one knee on the edge of the waterproofing layer on the apartment building's roof.

The lightning bolt split off from the side of the cloud vortex and struck straight towards the rooftop where he was.

Pakko's eyes widened.

Why am I involved?

But he realized what was happening the next moment.

According to that demon, his own power also seemed to come from hell?

That's it.

That's it for now. It's a pity I haven't been able to thank her yet.

Just as Pacchus closed his eyes, preparing to face death.

The feather pendant in my pocket suddenly glowed.

The lightning suddenly split in mid-air as it fell.

Zizizi!

The electric arc split into countless tiny silver snakes, perfectly avoiding him, and slid away in all directions along the edge of the rooftop.

thump.

Pac fell backward and sat on the ground.

He subconsciously touched the feather in his pocket.

Would you call this a narrow escape from death?

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"General!"

James only came to his senses when he felt his assistant shaking him.

But even with my eyes closed, I could still see the flashes of lightning I had just witnessed.

He slowly took out a cigarette.

"No need to ask, just notify the president."

Chapter 40 Flame-Flame Fruit and Template

Alaska, St. Mary's Church.

Lynn unfolded the system panel, and the number of wish power balance had jumped to more than 10,000.

The aftershocks of the Sardinia incident are still lingering; one could only say they've secured a long-term livelihood.

Even now, every round of news about the subsequent events continues to send him good wishes.

Including this little incident in New York, I've managed to pull enough for another high-level ten-pull.

As the power of will is poured in, the extraction effect lights up.

A flash of golden light appeared.

Dog-shaped fruit. Beetle fruit.

Two very ordinary animal fruits, the kind he'd seen before, he could only keep as collectibles for now, waiting for the day he'd find a suitable piece.

All he cares about is the minimum guarantee.

He paused slightly when he looked over.

Wait, is this the Flame-Flame Fruit?

Holy crap, it's the famous "X doesn't even eat"!

But jokes aside, the Flaming Fruit is actually not bad.

He had previously read a post on Zhihu.

If you were to travel to the world of One Piece and randomly receive a Devil Fruit, or choose the Flame-Flame Fruit directly, what would you choose?

It's definitely the Flame-Flame Fruit.

Regardless, the Flame-Flame Fruit is a Logia-type Devil Fruit with an extremely high minimum requirement; it's just not quite top-tier compared to higher-level Devil Fruits.

[Unfortunately, he was ultimately crushed by the Magma-Magma Fruit at the height of the original story.]

The Flame-Flame Fruit and the Magma-Magma Fruit are among the very few types of Devil Fruits that have reached a higher rank.

In addition to these, there are also the Quick-Cut Fruit and the Weapon Fruit, the Snow-Snow Fruit and the Ice-Ice Fruit.

To be honest, Lynn finds the notion of superior and inferior fruits quite difficult to evaluate.

However, through experiments, Lynn confirmed that the nature of the Flame-Flame Fruit is indeed a combustion phenomenon, not flame manipulation.

If it's just about burning, it doesn't seem to be as good as the Magma-Magma Fruit, since the Magma-Magma Fruit has such top-tier destructive power and impact.

It can be said to be a top-tier (T0) output-type fruit.

However, this does not affect the value of the Flaming Fruit.

Putting everything else aside, the fact that you become immune to all physical attacks is just amazing, and although the fire pillars you release aren't very powerful, they have a wide range.

In modern times, the power of fire is undeniable.

It's still too strong for humans, who are mostly fragile.

It smells like meat after being cooked at high temperature for only five seconds.

The weakness of the Flame-Flame Fruit in the original work, which was relatively weak against top-tier powerhouses, has been greatly reduced in the modern era.

Lynn put the fruit back into the warehouse.