I impersonated God in America

"I knew this guy was no ordinary person. You know, he toyed with a ten-meter-tall monster all the way!"

My colleague put his coffee cup on the table, a slightly admiring and excited smile on his face.

"There are a lot of people online now giving this superhero names. Some call him Informant, and others call him Spider-Man because his fighting style is like a spider shooting webs."

Pac placed his phone screen face down on his knee.

This is not a joke.

"Maybe they just happened to be nearby, happened to have the ability, and just happened to help out."

In fact, he has always felt guilty about that day's battle.

In his view, the reason why the minotaur was attacking everywhere was because it had attracted the hatred of the demons.

What I did was merely to make up for a mistake; I can't be called a hero at all.

"What are you saying? A hero is a hero, what does it matter if it's just a coincidence or not?"

Pac didn't respond.

He recalled that day when all his efforts in crafting the silk thread could barely hold back the other person's progress.

Faced with absolute numbers, everything becomes a joke.

That's far from the truth.

Actually, if you want to become stronger, there's an even faster way.

"for example?"

I have a Horcrux still deep within the ruins of the Kark Academy.

It's buried in a secret underground chamber of the Snake Academy. If you can get it, you might become stronger.

"Hey, Pacco? Are you listening?"

His colleague waved his hand twice in front of him.

Pacco snapped out of his daze and handed the phone back.

"I've decided to take a day off next week. I'd like to go to Italy to shoot some footage."

“I heard that there are several archaeological sites in the vicinity of Mount Vesuvius in Naples, and it seems that a lot of new things have been unearthed.”

"You're filming volcanoes and archaeology; are you thinking of switching careers to make nature documentaries?"

It's not what you think.

"I'm just a little tired lately, so I'm just giving myself a break."

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圣玛利亚教堂

Lynn unfolded the Door-Door Fruit at his fingertips.

The Door-Door Fruit's power actually has a special use.

That is, the world behind the door that appeared in the original work.

After conducting experiments, he confirmed that the world between the channels was actually a mirror-like world.

A similar ability is the Mirror Fruit, which can also open up a space inside a mirror.

There are also these extra bonus items.

As the phantom fruit unfolds from top to bottom, the outline of the castle gradually emerges.

He reconstructed the layout by referring to a lot of materials, and the four main towers were distributed in the four corners of the academy according to a certain proportion.

For the sake of visual effect, he fine-tuned the height of the spire several times.

He focused his attention on depicting the core areas.

It's absolutely perfect the more you look at it.

He finished sealing off the last layer of the seal beneath the castle.

I feel like I have a real talent for civil engineering.

Chapter 42 Mount Vesuvius

The Papal States, the underground archives of the Apostolic Library.

Bishop Paul pushed the ladder up a little further.

His fingertips were covered in dust from the spines of old books; the bookshelves in front of him were filled with fragments of ancient Greek manuscripts from before Christ.

Sibyl's prophecy was read aloud countless times in the study.

When the serpent of the underworld arrives, darkness descends, and the lost lamb will be guided towards victory.

The Holy See cannot proactively intervene when the Serpent of the Underworld will arrive, nor do they know how to prevent it.

The only variable we can control is the lamb.

If the lamb can guide the way to victory, then the lamb is the hope for a comeback.

"Find everything related to lambs."

Giovanni pulled a Latin Old Testament commentary from the shelf behind another row of bookshelves, flipped through a few pages, and stopped.

"The Passover lamb in Exodus, whose blood the Israelites smeared on their doorposts, and whose death angels passed over their houses, is interpreted here as a sacrificial offering for sin."

“John the Baptist also said in the New Testament that the Son is the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world.”

A young priest next to him spread another book on the table, “There is also Revelation, the Lamb opens the seven seals, the Lamb stands on Mount Zion, the Lamb’s wedding feast.”

“Almost every lamb points to images of sacrifice, redemption, and victory, which is far too many.”

"They didn't even tell us who they were referring to. How are we supposed to find them? It's just too vague."

"It is indeed a bit difficult for people."

Paul rubbed his temples.

"Don't rush, at least the direction should be right."

The assistant monk hurried down the spiral staircase.

"Your Excellency, the Pope has summoned everyone to the private study of the Apostolic Palace. It is said that the prophet Sibyl has a new prophecy."

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"Somewhere inside Mount Vesuvius, sealed off by lava, lies an ancient Greek magic academy; some of you have already heard of it."

"Kalke Academy".

"But now, the seal on the giant that exists deep within the academy is loosening."

"It's probably related to the changes in the flow of underworld power after the stone serpent in Sardinia was destroyed."

The study was quiet for a moment.

What would happen if the seal were to completely break down?

"Giants will emerge from beneath Mount Vesuvius, and keep in mind that there are hundreds of thousands of people living in Naples all around."

The Secretary of State's pen hung above the memorandum.

What does the church need to do?

"Reinforce the seal. You have the Holy Marks. Once the holder of the Holy Marks arrives at the sealing platform, they will naturally know how to operate it."

A cardinal standing nearby frowned.

“The stigmata on the back of Bishop Giovanni’s hand is the only supernatural power that Saint Longinus left to the Church. Its nature and limitations are not yet fully confirmed, and who will be responsible if something goes wrong?”

"Moreover, this matter is ultimately a legacy of the ancient Greek magic academy. Shouldn't the Church prioritize preserving its strength to deal with the serpent's arrival?"

The study fell silent again.

"I go."

Giovanni's voice was not loud.

He stood by the window.

“I am the one who safeguards the Holy Mark. Since the seal is now loosening and the giant could emerge at any moment, we have a power that can stop it. If we don’t use it now, what’s the point of keeping this Holy Mark?”

"We can't guarantee that the Stigmata will be the key to resisting the arrival of the Serpent of the Underworld, can we?"

He turned to look at the frowning cardinal, then smiled.

"I've lived for over seventy years, so if anything were to happen to me, I'd have lived a full life."

"God loves the world, so he shouldn't mind if I do some more work for Him."

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Vesuvius Observatory, Italy.

Dr. Luca Colombo took off his helmet and placed it next to the monitoring station.

He is the chief researcher at the Vesuvius monitoring station, dispatched by the Italian National Institute of Geophysics and Volcanology, responsible for maintaining the seismic monitoring network and gas samplers around the crater.

The data from recent weeks has been somewhat strange, with the frequency of underground vibrations on the south side of the volcano continuing to rise.

"The composition report for the grayish-white organic material in the core sample from the south sampling hole has not yet been released."

"Don't delay the experiment."

Luca placed the water glass on the table.

“In that case, let’s go to the site again this afternoon to get another set of samples. Besides that, I always feel that there’s something strange about the rock wall on the south side of the crater. When we were taking samples last time, I felt that the sound wave bounce was not quite right.”

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The southern side of Mount Vesuvius, at the edge of the crater.

Luca, carrying a sampling backpack, stepped onto the volcanic pyroclastic rocks.

A colleague followed behind, carrying a portable gas analyzer.

The rock face on the south side was covered with various signs of weathering. Luca squatted down, took out the shovel, and then tapped directly into the crack.

It's very silky smooth.

He then swung the shovel to exert more force, but when he thrust the shovel forward, he found that it suddenly slid into the rock wall at a certain point.

"F*** you! What happened? You scared me!"

He touched his chest, a little nervously. He had almost been pulled forward just now.

"Where's my shovel?!"

[Could it have been swallowed by the rock wall?!]

He turned to look at his colleague, whose face was turned toward him, the gas analyzer hanging at his waist, the readings on the display screen still jumping.

Did you see that?

"nonsense."

"Was something... a little off just now?"

My colleague slung the gas analyzer over his waist, took out his phone, and opened the video of the volcanic gas sampling that he had been recording.

Luca leaned over and watched the replay on the screen with his colleague.

Looking at the eerie scene above brought back a flood of memories, especially the live stream from Sardinia, which was just a while ago.

In fact, because the stone snake incident spread faster than expected, the authorities were unable to block it at all.

So they just let it go, and the official tacit approval led to a lot of media reporting on it.

This is the first officially acknowledged extraordinary event.

At this time, any news related to the extraordinary is a surefire way to generate buzz.

Even many folk tales were prominently featured on the front page.

Luca, thanks to his status as a researcher, also learned some inside information through private conversations with some friends.

Medusa Caves in Sardinia