I impersonated God in America

Three years ago, his wife suffered a broken knee in a car accident. After the surgery, her attending physician prescribed Oxyphenidyl.

The doctor said this medicine is not addictive and can be taken long-term.

His wife did not question the doctor's words, and so she took the pills for a year, increasing the dosage from one to four pills.

Until later, in agony, he poured the entire bottle of medicine into his mouth...

Then he saw the doctor again in an online news report.

But at the same time, a scandal was revealed involving him and the pharmaceutical company prescribing drugs and receiving kickbacks.

To celebrate this year's performance, Fuld Pharmaceuticals will hold an internal thank-you reception in Manhattan, New York, which will be attended by all senior executives.

He closed the notebook.

He has nothing left.

I've been behind on rent for several months, and my boss has told me I don't need to go to work anymore.

He knew what this meant.

But he couldn't do anything.

The thank-you reception is next week.

Those who receive millions in year-end bonuses will clink glasses under crystal chandeliers, while he will be in this basement, counting the last compressed biscuits in the rice bucket.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

decadent.

Suddenly, ripples appeared on the mirror surface.

A face emerged from the center of the ripples.

Pointed ears, long, curved horns, and dark gold vertical pupils.

Hey buddy, why don't you smile?

Marcus stared at the face.

Despite official efforts to control the situation, videos and photos of the bull-headed demon are circulating wildly online.

Is it a demon? Should we run away?

Forget it, so be it.

"Demon, what do you want with me?"

"I just feel... there are some people who need a little help."

It extends a hand from the mirror, with a flame suspended in its palm.

"For example, this one."

"You want me to sell my soul?"

The great demon simply moved the flame in his palm forward a few inches.

"If you want to enter someone else's home, at least someone has to open the door, right?"

"Could you invite me to your home?"

Marcus stared at the dark red glow; he understood the meaning behind the other person's words.

In European folklore, it is widely believed that evil forces cannot infringe upon protected private spaces.

The act of inviting someone symbolizes "allowing evil to enter," which is equivalent to humanity abandoning God's protection and succumbing to temptation.

He didn't know if the other party did it on purpose or if there was really such a rule.

A demon?

But then he remembered that news story.

Violin, champagne, thank-you reception.

Then he grabbed the still-pulsating flame.

"Welcome to our home."

Chapter 59 I really can't do anything with you, sit tight.

John F. Kennedy International Airport.

A special plane painted with the coat of arms of the Papal States is slowly taxiing to the tarmac.

The media area outside the terminal was packed with reporters from all over the world, with three rows of cameras and microphones set up.

A well-dressed female reporter raised her microphone to the camera, while the cameraman behind her aimed the lens at the landing private jet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am currently at John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York. Bishop Giovanni of the Papal States has arrived safely in New York..."

"This trip marks the first overseas visit by the other party since the Mount Vesuvius incident. It is also the first time the Papal States has sent a representative abroad since the two recent extraordinary events."

The female reporter looked at the old man with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

After two extraordinary events, the other party can be said to be a true top figure in the world.

Countless people hope to get a photo of themselves with the other person.

But Giovanni was too low-key, and very few people had the opportunity to meet him.

She was incredibly lucky with this job, as she frantically signaled to the photographer next to her with her eyes.

[Take more photos of us together!!!]

The comments scrolled wildly at the bottom of the screen.

[Father Giovanni (raises hand, cries, raises hand again)]

[Could the photographer please show us our faces? Stop taking pictures of your reporter for now!]

I'm a Protestant, could someone please explain this old gentleman's background to me? (Looking forward to it)

"I can't do anything with you. Sit up. That was a Mass on the Sardinian battlefield, a Mass that will go down in history. Faced with the Stone Serpent's attack, the Italian military's countless rounds of ammunition were to no avail. It was the Church..."

[Newcomer, please ask for Rep. 】

I can't do anything with you. Sit still. That's...

The female reporter pushed the microphone forward.

"According to the latest statement released by the Papal States State Department, Bishop Giovanni's visit to the United States was mainly for consultations on the handling of international supernatural events."

"But outside experts speculate whether this visit signifies a relationship between the Papal States and the United States..."

The hatch opened.

Giovanni was wearing a black casual suit.

It is also worth noting that he was carrying a long box, which everyone knew, even though it was not explicitly stated.

Is this the legendary holy sword? I really want to touch it!

A group of people were already waiting on the tarmac not far away.

The man at the head was a middle-aged man with a smile on his face.

“Bishop Giovanni, welcome to New York. I am Bishop Promis of the Archdiocese of New York, and I will be accompanying you throughout your journey in America.”

Giovanni nodded slightly.

He sized up the person in front of him.

Prometheus?

promise?

That's quite a rare name.

Many people like to name themselves after something beautiful, like the heroine in Titanic, whose name was Rose.

The person in front of me does indeed have a warm and welcoming smile, but for some reason...

"We hope you will feel the warmth of the American Catholic community during your time here. We have arranged a meeting for you tomorrow morning, followed by a closed-door meeting with the U.S. representatives of the Interfaith Council in the afternoon."

"I'm going to Washington the day after tomorrow, and the White House has confirmed the time for the president's meeting."

"You've worked hard, may the Lord be with you."

"This is the duty of God's shepherd."

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The White House, the Oval Office.

The president pushed the formal proposal submitted by the Iroquois Union back off the corner of the table.

Joint Recommendation on Adding Indigenous Representative Seats in New York City

The recommended candidate for mayor of New York City is stamped with the coat of arms of the Iroquois Presbyterian Church.

"These people are really asking for the moon. They want the mayoralty of New York City, plus at least a few seats on the standing committees of the City Council?"

"Based on what? Just that thunderbird that might be their guardian deity?"

"If a demon invasion occurs again, can they guarantee that the Thunderbird will definitely appear?"

"And can the Thunderbird really guarantee to repel the demon? That's wishful thinking!"

"Yes, they also demanded that Indigenous representatives have the right to consult on the dispatching of the New York City Police Department and Fire Department during major disasters."

"These people are really crazy; they can't even tell who's in charge anymore." The president pushed the proposal half an inch further onto the corner of the table. "How's the military's follow-up research on weapons going?"

"According to the post-incident analysis report, although the bull-headed demon was strong, our latest weapon, which we have developed, was able to easily penetrate muscle of similar density in the simulation test."

"If we combine this with air firepower suppression and multi-layered interception by ground mobile forces, we will surely be able to strike hard against even higher-level demons next time."

Are you confident?

"Absolutely foolproof."

"That's good."

The president leaned back in his chair, placed his hands on the table, and couldn't help but chuckle as information about the Iroquois flashed through his mind.

"I was originally thinking of giving them a few seats..."

"Even if there really is a next time, even if the military can't hold on, even if I jump out of this window and die outside."

"And we will absolutely not hand over the mayor's position to those natives!"

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The entrance to the banquet hall of the Perseus Hotel in Midtown Manhattan.

The security guard in the corridor frowned at the person walking towards him.

After all, judging from the other person's attire, they didn't look like an invitee at all.

Thinking of this, he stepped forward.

"Sir, please show me your invitation."

Marcus looked up, his eyes filled with suppressed frustration.

"Get out of the way."

The security guard frowned.

[Did they even install it for you?]

"Hey, buddy, don't make things difficult for us."

He rolled up his sleeves slightly and stepped forward, as if he wanted to do something.

But Marcus had already raised his right hand towards the security guard's face before that.

raging!

Flames erupted from his palm, instantly scorching the security guard's hair.

"me……"

The security guard fell backward to the ground.