I impersonated God in America

The banquet hall door was kicked open.

The two assault team members exchanged a glance and prepared to slip through the doorway, but as soon as they raised their guns, a thick, orange-red column of fire shot straight out from the inside of the door frame.

The flames struck the wall opposite the corridor, instantly charring the wallpaper, and then slowly dissipated after stretching a considerable distance along both sides of the corridor.

[F*** you! I almost got burned to death!]

The two men simultaneously retreated to either side of the door frame, one of them still wearing a few burning embers on his bulletproof vest.

"This guy attacked the moment the door opened? Was he watching the door the whole time?"

"Pull to the sides! Make him think we're going to flank them!"

Marcus pointed his right hand toward the doorway, his fingers spread wide, flames flickering in his palm.

It looks like they're setting up guns.

His attention was completely drawn to the two assault team members at the door.

Now is the time.

The rooftop of the building across the street.

The sniper placed the crosshairs on Marcus's chest.

[Are they preventing people from being shot in the head because they want to study the brains of superhumans? I really don't understand those higher-ups.]

He held his breath and pulled the trigger.

boom.

Everyone held their breath, watching the scene on the screen.

The armor-piercing bullet pierced the tempered glass of the floor-to-ceiling window and flew straight into Marcus's back with a crisp sound as the glass shattered.

The next moment, a bullet pierced his left chest.

Marcus staggered forward a step.

Everyone in the command room stood up at the same time.

"Beautiful! Through the heart! One shot, and he's dead!"

"We've got the superhuman corpse! Shouldn't we give everyone a bonus?!"

"Wuhu! No need to work overtime tonight!"

James loosened his grip slightly.

When the case was transferred from the FBI, he was still wondering how many more people would be lost this time, but it was resolved with a single armor-piercing round.

It seems we are truly terrified of supernatural beings.

Perhaps they aren't as powerful as we imagine?

He placed the pen on the table and confidently got up to leave.

"Notify the front lines to prepare to enter and drag the body out of the hotel!"

"Wait! Look, that guy's still alive!"

"what?!"

James reviewed the footage and noticed a ring of fire around the edge of the bullet hole in Marcus's chest.

Flames spontaneously erupted from within the wound, filling it.

He raised his head under everyone's gaze, and the bullet hole in his chest disappeared.

what?

"?! Strong against strong?!"

"Flames can also materialize and repair the body?"

It's important to understand that while Vesuvius could also regenerate his body with fire, they considered him a mythical creature and, moreover, a being composed of elements.

The element itself is part of the other's physical body.

Now, who can tell them why? Ionic flames can also become fleshy fillers?!

What is the principle?

The cheers in the command center suddenly stopped.

James looked around and, finding no one paying attention to him, quietly sat back down.

"Ahem, could this guy be an elemental being like that giant from last time? Just wearing a human skin on the outside?"

"It really does look very similar."

"Then let's follow the experience summarized by the General Staff last time and activate Plan B!"

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[There's a sniper! Should I run?]

Marcus was touching his chest, panting heavily, still reliving the fear he had just experienced.

My fingers were trembling slightly, and a patch of my shirt on the back was soaked with cold sweat.

The moment the bullet pierced his heart.

If it weren't for the elemental power granted by the demon, I would already be dead.

No! Calm down!!

But since firearms can't do anything to me...

In other words, I won!

Thinking about this, Marcus became even more excited.

In his view, the most terrifying thing about modern times is firearms, which can do nothing to him. In the future, he will be able to walk sideways.

Even if besieged by an army, and forced to guard the gates of hell alone, I, Marcus, am still invincible in this world!!!

Rumble!

The next moment, the entire ceiling above their heads collapsed.

The artillery positions surrounding the hotel opened fire simultaneously, and several shells crashed into the banquet hall.

The entire floor was blown to pieces in seconds, leaving behind a still-burning ruin.

The concrete falling from the roof made Marcus's flames flicker, and he began to get anxious as the space grew smaller.

So he began to raise his hands, trying to direct the flames upwards.

A hole was burned through his head, and he was engulfed in a pillar of fire as he shot upwards.

However, just as the flames burned a hole in the top, a stream of extremely viscous fire-fighting foam sprayed out from the plane, covering his burning body in a large area.

sizzle.

Foam-based fire extinguishing agent?!

The flame contracted violently the moment it came into contact with the foam, as if concentrated sulfuric acid had been poured on it.

"Lord Demon, save me!!!"

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St. Mary's Church.

"maggot."

Lynn stared at the screen showing Marcus struggling miserably in the ruins, and remained silent for a long while.

You should know that the Flame-Flame Fruit is an extremely powerful ability in modern times.

Or rather, elemental fruits are very powerful in the modern era.

The main reason is that elemental bodies are so practical.

This makes Marcus's poor development of Devil Fruit even more apparent. If someone were even slightly better at it, let alone developing a way to increase mobility by breathing fire, they could at least use elemental transformation freely, right?

As a result, this guy actually used the Flame-Flame Fruit purely as a gun, and he also failed to take advantage of the elemental nature that made him immune to heat weapons.

They even stood still and aimed at the enemy...

Marcus's initial reaction to being shot in the heart was terrible. Normally, one would immediately change positions, but Marcus just stood there, stunned and shuddering with fear...

Combat awareness and mental fortitude are both problems.

He leaned back in his chair and sighed as he watched the new downline member on the screen, who was being doused with fire extinguishing foam and crying for help.

Revenge and hatred should be the best driving force, helping ordinary people unleash their greatest potential, but the other party made it impossible for him to see any highlights.

They're not even good enough to be chess pieces.

[He has absolutely no talent.]

Now that I've given you the chance to take revenge yourself...

"Then as a way of repaying me, please do me a favor."

Lynn had long wanted to try whether extreme human emotions could increase the success rate of stimulating fruit awakening.

As the power of will begins to stimulate the Flame-Flame Fruit.

The final instruction was given.

Let's start our rampage!

Chapter 63 Failed Awakening of the Flame-Flame Fruit

Midtown Manhattan.

In an unnamed alley.

A thug is cornering a girl.

"Hey! We've got an awesome party, wanna...fxxk!"

Just as the thug was about to step forward, a sword aura suddenly descended from the sky, leaving a long gash between him and the girl.

He looked at the sword aura that was almost touching his second brother.

This bizarre situation reminded him of a terrifying figure that had recently been circulating among New York's thugs, and he quickly turned and ran away.

"Oh no! The Thread Man is here!"

The girl sat on the ground, watching a familiar figure suddenly fly overhead, and gratefully made the sign of the cross.

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"Wow, New York is really this chaotic!"

Giovanni put away Durandal and continued jumping rapidly between buildings.

Although helicopters can be arranged at any time, it's already too late.

Perhaps this would be faster for him.

After all, the enhancement had a significant impact on his physical fitness; at least he felt quite relaxed running all the way from the guesthouse.

He stepped onto the edge of a building's roof. Just as he was about to continue, he suddenly felt a strange pang of fear, and the hairs on his body seemed to stand on end.

"The Holy Sword..."

"The snake...failed..."

The sound coming from behind was intermittent, like that of an old-fashioned radio.

It even has a slight magnetic feel.

What on earth is going on in New York? So many weirdos and freaks around?

Giovanni slowly turned his head.

A figure shrouded in black mist stood on the edge of the apartment building's rooftop, its human shape barely discernible.

The rest of his body was covered by a thick black fog.

Even more bizarrely, the other party's body kept disappearing and reappearing intermittently, as if there was a poor signal connection.