I impersonated God in America

Normally, he would set aside at least 20,000 yuan to test the waters.

However, considering the things we need to do next, the demand for wish power may be quite high, so it's better to save some for now.

Moreover, the existing Devil Fruits are already sufficient in the current script.

It's better to stay here for now and try for a higher-level prize pool after everything is over.

After all, high-level Devil Fruits are definitely worth the price.

He has made peace with the Slow Fruit.

They are not from the district; the district is the original user.

Keep in mind that he used less than one-fifth of the power of the Flame-Flame Fruit to achieve an even more exaggerated effect using the Slow-Slow Fruit.

The most important thing is...

He clicked on two new template suggestions.

[Child of Baal (Beginner) can accept the following Devil Fruits: Logia-type Smoke-Smoke Fruit, Paramecia-type Slow-Slow Fruit, Logia-type Flame-Flame Fruit]

[Currently can accommodate the Seven Deadly Sins (1/7)]

Lynn was speechless as she looked at the new template in front of her.

That's interesting.

He discovered that, perhaps due to the concept of monotheism, almost all the saint myth templates belonging to Christianity had been incorporated into the previous God myth templates.

So he has always wanted to try to find out whether the God myth template is special or whether this is a special case.

As it turned out, it was pretty much exactly what he expected.

The performance of the Wall Street incident directly misled outsiders' imaginations by implying that the Son of Baal was collecting the power of the seven deadly sins.

Given this, there is much more room for maneuver.

It can be said that as long as he has a solid foundation and enough viewers believe in him, he can even create his own templates.

In addition, the second template...

[Thunderer (Intermediate) Trait: Judgment. When unleashing lightning attacks, it deals soul damage, with additional damage scaling against targets of the evil alignment.]

Soul damage... Evil faction special attack...

You actually advanced to intermediate level?!

It seems that perhaps their popularity was too low before, or perhaps they made enough appearances to gain enough attention, so they upgraded this template?

It even unlocked a special effect.

Although this special effect is not very meaningful to him.

But this is a very positive direction.

Even the Thunder King is like this.

What characteristics will the God Template gain at the intermediate level?

Omniscient and omnipotent? Creator?

As for whether higher levels will unlock more advanced features?

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New York, The Daily Bugle

Pac pushed open the glass door of the newspaper office and placed his backpack on his workstation.

He had just returned from Italy and hadn't even adjusted to the time difference yet. He glanced around the editorial office and noticed that some of the staff had changed, but the atmosphere was still the same as before.

Revise the draft if necessary, and drink coffee if you need to.

Editor-in-Chief Weber was still sitting in his office, and you could see him making a phone call through the screen window.

But why does the newspaper office feel so unfamiliar?

At this moment, the colleague sitting opposite placed the coffee on the table.

"Hey, Pakko, long time no see. If I remember correctly, you went to Mount Vesuvius, right?"

"Have you managed to get a picture of that legendary paladin? Or any of the other superhumans fighting on the front lines? You know, their photos are highly sought after, and if you actually managed to get one, you'll be rolling in it!"

"well enough."

"Then you're very lucky. The editor-in-chief said you can rest for a couple of days after you come back and don't need to rush to submit your manuscript."

Pakko silently put the few photos of the mysterious silk-threaded man she had prepared in advance back into her bag.

Oh no, what he said makes me a little guilty.

Pac placed the volcanic rock souvenir from his backpack on the table and turned on his computer to start organizing his emails.

A young stranger peeked out from behind the partition and placed a stack of readers' letters on his desk.

“Mr. Gatsby, these are the letters from readers that the newspaper received while you were away. I have sorted them out by date for you.”

Pac glanced at her colleague next to her.

“During your absence, our newspaper opened a branch office, and some of the older staff were transferred there to work. These are the new interns.”

dong dong.

Just as Pacco sat down, the receptionist suddenly knocked on the partition of his workstation.

"Mr. Gatsby, someone is looking for you downstairs."

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“Mr. Gatsby, I’ve heard so much about you. I’m a senior editor at The New York Observer. We’re currently expanding our investigative reporting team, and we greatly appreciate your coverage of the Estein case. Would you like to come work for us? We can offer you at least double your current salary.”

Pacco looked at the man in front of the coffee shop, then glanced at the elegant business card he was handed.

"The salary is indeed very attractive."

"You can take your time to consider it; we are very sincere."

Pac placed the business card on the table.

"I'm not considering it."

"Would you mind revealing the reason?"

"I really like my current newspaper. Also, I just got back from Italy and I still have a bunch of articles to write, so I'll take my leave now."

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The editor watched Pacco's departing figure and shook his head.

Is it really not that simple after all?

He then picked up his briefcase and prepared to leave.

As he left the cafe and approached an alley, two hands suddenly reached out from the alley and landed on his shoulders at the same time.

Two men in dark jackets carried him into the alley, one on each side.

boom!

"You're from the FBI, aren't you? Get him!"

Snapped!Snapped!

"They dare to poach our Special Affairs Bureau's employees?!"

boom!

"Tell me, which mole leaked this information?!"

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After returning to his workstation,

At this moment, several almost imperceptible lines extended from Pacco's fingers.

During this time, he did not neglect the development of the String-String Fruit, and the strings in his hand are one of his newly developed abilities.

The principle is similar to a megaphone, allowing for listening.

After returning to the newspaper office, he felt that the atmosphere inside was a bit strange and suspected that there might be someone with ill intentions inside.

So he paid special attention to the newspaper office and laid out several extra cables, especially in the restrooms, and as a result, he made an unexpected discovery.

FBI, Special Affairs Bureau, KGB.

"..."

Then he looked up and scanned everyone in the room.

The Truman Show

[Furthermore, didn't you even notice that there was a mole within your Special Affairs Bureau who had come in as a group?]

Chapter Seventy-Two: Halloween in Washington

Pentagon, Special Affairs Bureau Encrypted Communications Room

At that moment, James was holding a microphone leading to the White House, with a newly completed weapons test evaluation report in front of him.

The report also bears the seals of both the Special Affairs Bureau and the Ministry of National Defense.

"Your Excellency, our new weapon has passed the third round of testing, and the results are very encouraging. In addition to the technologies we have mentioned before, the latest version also has a stronger armor-piercing capability than before by adding a uranium-238 alloy armor-piercing cone in front of the warhead."

"And what about production volume?"

"The first production line is now fully operational, and the first batch of ammunition is ready for combat use at any time."

"But if that's all there is to it, it shouldn't be necessary for you to call me at this time. Is there some special reason?"

James looked at the flight ticket record of a certain internet celebrity in front of him with some hesitation, after all, he always felt that the mobilization of national military forces was for such a reason.

I'm really embarrassed to say it out loud.

"Well, actually, the Special Affairs Bureau received intelligence from an informant who believes that something might happen at Halloween in Washington, so we suggest you make military deployments in advance."

"what?!"

James could hear the president's voice on the other end of the phone instantly become serious.

The sound of a chair being pushed back was followed by the president's questioning voice.

"Mr. James, this is no joke!"

"..."

The president seemed to notice that James did not answer.

He took this silence as an admission and began to speak seriously.

"Very well, I was a bit careless. In today's world, there are supernatural powers, and we really can't guarantee that we won't be eavesdropped on. We must not expose our agents."

"To be able to obtain such important clues before the intelligence bureau, I believe your intelligence personnel must have paid an extremely heavy price."

"In that case, I won't ask any more questions. You will be in charge of all security arrangements in Washington this time."

Doodle.

After James ended the call.

The assistant, standing beside him, heard the entire conversation clearly, his expression extremely subtle.

[To arrange everything? It sounds nice, but isn't that just making someone else take the blame?]

"Go ahead and notify the troops stationed around Washington to enter Level 2 combat readiness and prepare for the deployment of firepower in advance. Also, notify the field personnel to be on standby on Halloween night."

"receive."

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Washington, D.C., Halloween night.

The entire Constitution Avenue was decorated as if it were daytime.

"A wrap! A wrap! Delicious shawarma!"

"Asian Flavor! Steamed Dishes from the Dock!"