I impersonated God in America

"Oh, Frenchmen."

"Compared to the confrontation between the two Greek gods, I think we should be more concerned about the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. You know, the Book of Revelation has already begun, and if nothing unexpected happens, the next knight to appear should be war."

At this point, the expressions on everyone's faces became somewhat subtle.

After all, wars in most parts of the world seem to be inseparable from the shadow of a certain country, especially in the Middle East.

"Sigh, I hope it doesn't get to the worst."

"But I feel it's difficult to cut off support for a certain country, after all, for the higher-ups..."

Is it impossible to be both loyal to the country and filial to the people?

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At midnight, a speedboat was moored on Lake Erie.

A girl in a white dress was tied to the bow of the boat, her hands and feet red from being bound by hemp rope.

The torches on the shore were arranged in a semicircle along the pebble beach.

The leading man, dressed in a priest's robe, stood on the shore, raising his hands high and leading the many believers behind him in a continuous chanting.

"Great Mother Goddess Hydra, please accept this pure offering and bless us to always be your pure believers."

The girl was tied to the bow of the boat, with a rag stuffed in her mouth.

She looked at the cult leader in front of her with hatred in her eyes.

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!!!

But the girl's hatred was clearly useless. The speedboat sailed further and further away, and she heard the cult leader's command.

Upon receiving the message, the two believers on the boat grabbed her by the collar and then, without hesitation, pushed her and the rope into the lake.

As she soared through the air, the girl spotted a familiar figure among the crowd of people holding torches on the distant shore.

Her father.

They were originally a very happy family, but after the mother passed away, the father changed completely. He no longer wanted to run the company and sold it off not long after.

With their previous savings, the family had enough to live comfortably for the rest of their lives, until the father met that church, and everything changed.

He donated all his family savings to the church, and even on the day she graduated, he was recruiting new members at the church entrance.

Later, he sold the house and donated it, took her to live in the church's dormitory, and finally tied her to the boat with his own hands...

Cold water was poured into her ears and nasal cavity.

As she sank, through the swaying lake water, she saw that the torches on the shore were still burning and the people on the shore were still standing.

Her father stood on the periphery of the congregation, showing her no concern whatsoever, his devotion remaining almost distorted.

You never deserved to be my father! None of you deserve to live!

She felt the last air in her chest being squeezed out by the lake water, and then a voice entered her mind.

Do you crave revenge?

[I yearn! Great being, if you are willing to accept me, as humble as an ant.]

"Accept this power."

"Go and bring the offerings to me..."

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"Master, my daughter is so outstanding, do you think the gods are satisfied with the gift I have offered?" The man knelt at the master's feet and kissed the master's shoes.

"Of course, I heard the gods' approval of you..."

Waaah.

Suddenly, the cult leader noticed smoke rising from beneath his feet.

He was slightly taken aback, then looked back and saw that a large amount of mist had appeared on the lake surface at some point.

Then everyone saw that, amidst the fog, the figure of a girl gradually became clear.

"It's a divine intervention! He answered our expectations!"

"Long live the Cult Leader!!!"

"Great Mother Goddess Hydra! I knew I was right to entrust my child to you!"

The believers on the shore were still staring at the part of the lake in the middle that had just swallowed the girl.

The girl emerged from the mist, her bare feet touching the lake surface, water dripping from her white dress.

The mist on the tips of her right fingers hadn't completely dissipated.

She raised her right hand and pointed it at everyone on the shore.

“I felt the Mother Goddess’s response in the lake. She said my faith had passed God’s test. She appointed me as the new priest.”

The crowd was slightly taken aback, but then their expressions turned fervent, and they began to cheer.

The girl glanced at the cult leader beside her. He was about to say something, but she forced him to back down with a single look.

“I hereby proclaim God’s decree.”

"He needs to begin a grand ceremony at Lake Superior!"

The girl glanced at her father, who was standing in the front row, kneeling on the ground and looking at her with adoration.

After all, she is no longer a daughter, but a representative of the gods.

Thinking of this, the hatred in her heart grew even stronger.

[Just wait to die.]

Chapter 105 The Mist

Extraordinary Countermeasures Department.

James pushed open the glass door to his new office building.

He was still thinking about the new clues about Poseidon and the snake people that had emerged recently during the Vesuvius incident.

Black flame cloud, light gun.

Every time the snake-man gets stronger, he can't help but curse the New York City Police Department in his heart.

Although he later realized that, given the Snake Man's personality, it would be difficult to succeed even if he went to another department to recruit him.

But we still have to criticize them.

James had just stepped inside.

The receptionist next to her was busy organizing visitor registration forms when she looked up at the newcomer. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she jumped up from her chair.

James paused for a moment, looking at the opponent's somewhat exaggerated movements.

Am I really that scary?

Then, the clerk in the corridor next door, who was carrying coffee to the break room, froze on the spot when she saw me, then instantly straightened up and saluted me.

Something's not right!

James had never encountered such a strange atmosphere before. After leaving the hall, he was so frightened that he quickly pulled out his phone to check if there was anything on his face.

……

[It seems... there's nothing wrong?]

After closing his phone with a sense of relief, he entered the office and found everyone standing up at the same time, their chairs scraping against the floor in a neat, rhythmic screech.

Good morning, Minister James!

He nodded, no longer surprised, and silently pushed open the door to his office and slipped inside.

Something's not right! Something's definitely not right, even nine out of ten!

No, we can't let it interfere with work.

But he put his briefcase on the corner of the table and took a deep breath.

I shook off all distractions and focused wholeheartedly on my work.

I sat down and started flipping through today's pending documents.

The first document is a summary of extraordinary sightings, with the cover stamped with the red security clearance seal of the Intelligence Analysis Department.

These are basically the suspicious sightings reported by various states across the US in the past week that he needs to personally review.

And some related news reports that he needs to know.

[New York City welcomes its first Iroquois mayor, highlighting America's inclusivity on racial issues...]

The new archbishop of St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York City has arrived...

"As expected, they are all unimportant news items."

After he signed several copies, he found a beautifully bound glossy paper weekly at the bottom of the box.

The cover reads "Global Extraordinary Combat Power Observation - Annual Special Supplement".

"So it seems they just add content whenever it's trending? These media people are still the same as always."

"How boring."

……

After staring at the weekly magazine for a moment, James couldn't resist picking it up and flipping through it.

But it's not a bad thing to know a little about it.

He opened the weekly magazine and followed the table of contents to find the combat capability assessment column.

The title is "Comprehensive Strength Assessment of Currently Known Extraordinary Individuals (Non-Gods)".

The two saints who appeared are ranked first.

You're trying not to offend anyone...

The second most popular photo is of Xu Ge throwing a light gun.

James nodded; the rankings ahead were pretty much what he had expected.

After all, the opponent's strength was evident when he made a move at Mount Vesuvius.

Although everyone believed in divine assistance, James, who had experienced the Medusa incident, knew that even without divine help, the snake people's power should not be underestimated.

The third is Bishop Giovanni, who is even more important.

The titles listed after him were so numerous they almost filled two rows: Durandal Swordsman, Stigmata Holder, Global Mass Priest... His strength has been proven multiple times.

However, for the media, if the Lava Giant and the Metal Giant are equated, it is not surprising that the Snake Man killed the Giant with a single blow, ranking him second.

He scrolled down to the fourth position.

James, Secretary of the American Extraordinary Measures Division.

Overall assessment conclusion: Unfathomable! Currently ranked fourth due to limited activity!

The remarks section added a separate line with the source: According to a general who wished to remain anonymous, although Minister James did not take action often, he dared to guarantee with his personal integrity that his strength was absolutely no less than that of Bishop Giovanni, and that he might still have undisclosed trump cards.

"..."

He seemed to understand why the other staff members in the department were looking at him with that kind of expression.

"Ah~"

Forget it, there's no need to argue. They'll naturally find out my true skill level when the opportunity arises.

James stuffed the weekly magazine into the bottom drawer and sat up straight.

The secretary pushed open the door anxiously, holding a newly printed encrypted briefing in one hand and a tablet in the other.

"Something terrible has happened, Minister!"

"A large area of ​​dense fog appeared on the surface of Lake Superior. The coastal shipping bureau reported that at least several cargo ships and fishing boats lost contact in the fog area, and none of the ships that entered the fog area returned."

"After verification, this is definitely related to extraordinary beings!"

"This is the last footage taken by the Coast Guard patrol boat at the edge of the fog."