I impersonated God in America

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The integrity of one's own original body may be more important than one might imagine.

It may be a need based on a mystical concept.

After addressing basic needs, Lynn chose to shift from fixed church services to distributed online services, promoting the upgrading of industries in remote churches and digitizing confessional services.

After this period of testing, Cyber Confession has basically been successfully implemented.

Each live confession session brings in a few points of merit on average. Although it's not much, it's consistent.

If you consistently stream three to four times a day, and with the secondary dissemination of the content on social media platforms and the fermentation of related topics, you can accumulate about one or two hundred points of "wish power" over a month.

Some even believe that repenting to a divine being can lead to further advancement.

The only thing worth complaining about is that, perhaps because I deliberately indulged these amazing people, the number of incredible plot twists during the live stream kept increasing.

But this speed is still too slow.

The system's card pool is divided into three levels. Each level of card pool requires ten times the willpower and has a certain probability of producing a rainbow effect, allowing you to draw fruits from higher-level card pools.

The lowest level pool contains mostly ordinary animal fruits and relatively common Paramecia-type fruits.

103.24 points of wish power, just enough for one single draw.

It's not even enough to guarantee the bottom line.

The system's guaranteed 10-pull system will always yield at least one fruit.

If you're following the standard development path, saving up 1000 points before drawing is undoubtedly the safest option.

Zi said: But this is the thinking of a fw.

Xu Ge has already begun his operation, and if possible, Lynn hopes to expedite the process as soon as possible, since there aren't many suitable candidates like him.

The Phantom Fruit is a good fruit, but it's not enough.

For him now, even miscellaneous items are very useful. After all, one step ahead means one step ahead. As long as he can get the snowball rolling, everything else can take a backseat.

I don't ask for anything else, but giving me a Sky Island Shell isn't too much to ask, right?

After all, he was really committed.

A colorful circle streaked across the sky.

Paramecia-type Devil Fruit - Door-Door Fruit

Not a buddy? A lucky single pull?

Door fruit.

This fruit's power is the ability to open doors on any object.

Any place that a person with superpowers can touch can become a "door," and they can travel through it.

Lynn stood up, walked to the wall in the corner of the room, and stretched out his right hand to try.

Sure enough, the outline of a door appeared in front of me as soon as I made contact with it.

The light flickered slightly again before settling down.

Lynn slowly extended her hand without hesitation.

The scene behind the door was his usual church. Looking at the familiar decorations, Lynn nodded.

He then placed his hand on another wall.

After several attempts, it's basically confirmed.

According to tests, the core ability of the Door-Door Fruit is actually to create a door between two coordinate systems.

Or, to put it another way, the two coordinate systems are overlapped and finally displayed in the form of a door.

As long as he can see it, he can turn it into an exit, and even a slightly farther place, as long as it is within his perception range, he can open the door.

and many more?

Lynn suddenly had an idea.

A moment later.

[Does being given an individual's perspective even count?]

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Brooklyn Police Department

Inspector Wade sat at his workstation, looked at the case file in front of him, and shook his head.

The file in front of me shows reports of missing persons in this area over the past three weeks.

This included at least four young women. Their disappearances all occurred within a specific company area.

Many people have asked about that company before.

But as time went on, all the veteran police officers avoided talking about that place.

That makes sense; when faced with something like this, the initial enthusiasm eventually fades over time.

Inspector Wade sighed and was about to get up to get another cup of coffee when the office phone suddenly rang.

"Detective, we just received a report. Multiple bodies have been found in the back alley of a closed nightclub on Humbert Street."

"Based on preliminary assessment... it appears to be a gang fight."

"Regarding the scene, I feel the condition of the body is rather unusual; you'd better come over."

"I'll be right there."

Chapter Five: Alas, the Darkness of the Toyokawa Family

beep.

Three police cars and a dark blue Chevrolet were parked at the entrance to the blocked street.

The yellow warning tape hung silently.

The bodies remained in their original positions, and the forensic doctor was taking photos of each one as evidence.

Inspector Wade pushed open the car door, his boots stepping onto the asphalt road.

He didn't rush to the scene.

After checking the surrounding environment, he stepped towards the cordon.

The young police officer, who was squatting by the cordon, immediately stood up when he saw that the officer had stopped his investigation.

"Detective Wade."

What's going on here?

Wade skipped the pleasantries and got straight to the point.

He bent down and crawled under the police line.

"These are basically the five deceased. There may be other cases, but we haven't found any..."

The young police officer followed behind, flipping through the notes.

"We have identified the identities of three of the deceased through their personal belongings, and two of them belong to peripheral members of the Familia family. We are still investigating the identities of the remaining two, but based on their clothing and tattoo styles, I estimate that they should also have gang backgrounds."

Wade paused slightly.

"Could it be a gang fight?"

“It doesn’t seem quite right.” The young officer’s tone was hesitant. “No other gang members’ bodies or shell casings were found at the scene.”

"And these people's wounds... are not quite normal."

Wade stopped in his tracks.

He squatted down next to a man with a red headscarf.

Under his gaze, the man's wound appeared to have an extremely irregular tear.

The wounds were completely different from those from previous encounters with sharp weapons or guns.

He remained silent for a few seconds, not making a judgment immediately.

Then they saw a third and a fourth body.

However, what he discovered next was one bizarre incident after another.

As Wade approached and examined the body further, he discovered that both of the corpse's arms were visibly fractured.

As for the last body, the young police officer pointed to the distance.

"Right there. He was the most exaggerated, like he was suddenly dragged back by a monster from a movie."

"It felt like he was smashed directly against the wall and killed."

Wade stood up and scanned the five corpses one by one.

In addition, the marks on the ground are also highly suspicious.

A very obvious meandering curve.

Just like...

A giant snake crawled across the ground...

Wade stood up, took a packet of mints out of his pocket, poured one out, and popped it into his mouth.

This is also a habitual action he takes when he is thinking.

"I'll go copy the surveillance footage from this street first. I feel like this case isn't as simple as it seems."

"Yes."

“And…” Wade was about to say something when his phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID.

Is that the branch office director's landline number?

Why would the call come at this time?

Wade walked to the side.

"Director."

"Wade, what's the situation on the field?"

"There are five bodies suspected of being from gangs, and the manner of death is somewhat unusual. I'm having the technical department retrieve the surveillance footage. I personally suspect that some new weapons may have entered the market."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

“Wade, hand the case over to Kingston.”

Wade stopped chewing the mint.

"what?"

“I said, hand the case over to Kingston, and you get out of there.”

"Chief, I just arrived at the scene."

“You heard what I said.”

Give me a reason.

"Someone from above has made a call; you can't get involved in this case anymore."

Wade did not answer immediately.

His gaze fell on the blood-stained telephone pole in the distance.

"Is it because of the backgrounds of the deceased?"