I directed the mythical revival in Tokyo

"So, this is the first time you have had a conflict with your classmates at school?"

On the wide avenue, a red-haired woman stared intently at the road ahead, her hands firmly on the steering wheel, occasionally making slight adjustments to keep the vehicle moving steadily.

A young boy was sitting in the passenger seat with his head leaning back lazily.

He put his feet on the front platform of the car and pulled the passenger seat to the back.

Hearing the red-haired woman's scolding, he couldn't help but show a little impatience.

"So, it's all over. Can you please stop talking about it?"

He complained with a frown, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"You keep nagging like this. Even if you're not annoying, I'm annoyed!"

The boy turned his eyes to the window and waved his hands casually, trying to interrupt the woman's words.

However, just as he finished speaking, he suddenly found that the red-haired woman next to him fell silent and her voice stopped abruptly.

The car was once again shrouded in silence. The boy felt the solemn atmosphere and glanced cautiously at the woman next to him.

She looked a little sad, which made him feel a little uneasy.

He pursed his lips and apologized softly: "Sorry, Mom, my voice was a little loud just now."

At this moment, the roar of the old car sounded again in the cab, covering up all other noises.

"Then tell me, where did you go wrong?"

"Of course it's me..."

The boy was just about to deal with it casually, but suddenly his mind flashed with those classmates in school wearing expensive clothes. They surrounded him in a corner with contemptuous looks on their faces.

This scene made the boy feel irritated instantly, and he couldn't help but start shaking his right foot under the car up and down.

"go on!"

the red-haired woman urged, but this time her tone seemed to stir up some rebellious spirit in the boy.

"You only think about work every day and don't understand how difficult my situation is at school!"

The boy's voice suddenly increased. He turned his head and looked directly at the woman's profile, with dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"Those students are only willing to socialize with classmates who also come from wealthy families at school."

"It's impossible for someone like me to fit in with them. No matter what I do, I will be looked down upon and rejected!"

By the end of his speech, the boy's voice had become extremely anxious.

He was about to confront the woman further, but an inexplicable force suddenly surged up from deep in his heart, causing him to abruptly stop his movements. He finally turned his head back and avoided the woman's gaze.

The red-haired woman looked at the boy quietly, with a hint of complicated emotions in her eyes.

The boy looked away from the window.

A luxuriously decorated car came into view, parked casually on the side of the road with its doors wide open.

A man in a martial arts uniform with a samurai sword on his waist was preparing to get on the bus. A large number of young men with gang tattoos were respectfully seeing him off.

[That outfit, as I recall, is for a soldier who trained with the legendary supernatural being Miyamoto Musashi in Japan? ]

[Have you joined a gang? That's so impressive...]

The boy's eyes showed envy, and he couldn't help but persuade the red-haired woman beside him.

"Actually, I would say you should just stop staying in that kind of aristocratic school."

"It might be better for me to find a job now while the extraordinary economy is booming! Whether it's making money or joining a kendo gym, it's better than..."

"Then why am I working so hard?"

Hearing the boy's words, the woman's voice suddenly became choked.

"Everything I did was for you, Martin! It really hurts me when you say that!"

"It is precisely because I know your qualifications that I want to give you the best education so that you can be on the same starting line as much as possible with the children from wealthy families!"

"Because I firmly believe that you will be able to succeed one day!"

"Sorry……"

Martin's shaking feet suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, he felt a warm hand gently touching the back of his head, gently turning his head towards his mother.

Then he felt a hint of moisture on his forehead.

It was a mother's gentle kiss.

He raised his head and met his mother's eyes.

The mother slowly took off a cloth amulet hanging on her chest and handed it to Martin.

"You know what, Martin! Rabbits bring good luck!"

"This amulet may be more useful in your hands than in mine!"

Martin was slightly stunned, looking at the amulet in his hand.

However, just as he was about to say something, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a flash of red light in the blind spot of the car out of the corner of his eye.

His expression changed instantly and he roared nervously.

"Mom! Turn quickly!!!"

"kindness?"

Crunch!

……

click!
As the automatic door behind him closed cruelly, the inside and outside of the hospital seemed to be completely separated with this door as the center, forming two completely different worlds.

Martin's face was covered with numbness, and his forehead, arms and many parts of his body were tightly wrapped in thick bandages.

He stared blindly at the hospital bill in his hand, which was printed with cold and ruthless fonts, detailing the additional medical expenses added by the hospital.

He turned around expressionlessly, his eyes falling on the luxurious decoration behind him.

This hospital has first-class facilities, with people coming in and out through the glass door, busy and orderly.

By the window of the VIP ward, a man in colorful clothes is leisurely looking at the scenery outside, while through the floor-to-ceiling windows, countless elderly people and patients are enjoying the sunshine under the careful care of the nurses.

According to the investigation, the perpetrator of the car accident was a penniless bachelor who could not afford the expensive medical expenses, and his inheritance was not enough to cover the medical expenses.

[Mr. Martin, I hope you can pay the rest of the fees within the deadline! After all, no one wants to see your mother...]

Martin looked at the sick leave certificate in his hand again.

The string of numbers above was like an icy chain, piercing his heart.

"Money?"

……

slam-la-

"There must be some place in the house that has not been searched yet!"

In the dim rental house, Martin anxiously rummaged through the drawers in the dim light from outside.

Sundries and clothes were thrown onto the table one by one and piled up messily on the floor, but he ignored them all and continued to rummage through the sundries frantically.

He already had a lot of green banknotes in his hands, but when he thought of the astronomical figure on the hospital bill, his anxiety was not relieved at all.

"not enough……"

Martin couldn't help but collapse on the floor, looking up at the tattered and patched roof.

His complexion became increasingly numb, and an unprecedented feeling of powerlessness surged through his body.

"Not enough! Far from enough!"

Suddenly, a picture flashed through his mind.

There were countless gangster youths surrounding a transcendental being, all of them with respectful expressions.

"No! There's another way to get the money!"

While he was in school, the school informed him that he had the opportunity to go to the newly established Extraordinary School in Texas during his high school years.

It is said that the degree of his resonance with the extraordinary particles has exceeded the passing line, and he only needs to be injected with extraordinary potion to have a great chance of awakening extraordinary abilities.

That's why his mother sold blood, resold second-hand items, worked desperately...

He couldn't help but hold his hand on the amulet on his chest, feeling the cold touch through the cloth, and took out the stone inside.

A running rabbit came into view.

His fingers gently stroked the rabbit's feet. In America, the rabbit's hind feet are considered a symbol of good luck, a custom that originated from the Celtic tradition of associating rabbits with good luck.

As an immigrant country, America also retains this custom.

Feeling the rough touch from his fingertips, Martin couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Bring the lucky rabbit?"

……

In the office on the second floor of the bar, the burly man who was the gang leader looked at the god who called himself Smoke Mirror next to him, and a complicated emotion surged in his heart.

Aztec mythology originated in central Mexico and is a collection of religious beliefs and myths and legends of the Aztec civilization.

As Texas is adjacent to Mexico, it has a large number of Mexicans.

So the knowledge of Aztec mythology is not bad.

In Aztec mythology, the sun was represented by five gods in succession.

Smoke Mirror was once the sun god in the First Sun Age.

"The first Aztec sun god?"

The burly man muttered to himself.

When this deity first appeared, he was dressed in ancient sacrificial clothing.

However, at this moment, he had changed into a modern suit and even wore a pair of exquisite sunglasses on his face.

He was playing with a pistol in his hand, aiming at the target in front of him with interest.

Seeing this scene, the burly man couldn't help but want to complain.

"It doesn't feel like a god at all."

"Wu~"

As the last bullet in the pistol was fired, the blond man put down his weapon and looked at the bullet holes on the target, unable to help but marvel at them.

He stroked the pistol with joy on his face, feeling the cold touch, then turned to the burly man next to him and spoke with praise.

"Raymond, you guys are geniuses! You can actually create such an efficient weapon to kill your own kind!"

"My visit to the human world this time was not in vain!"

Then, the blond man put away the pistol with a hint of interest.

Raymond, who was standing by, watched him accept the weapons from his collection without any hesitation. Just as he was about to say something, he found that the other party had already started walking towards him.

Da da!

[What is he going to do now? ]

Looking at the approaching figure, Raymond's heartbeat accelerated. After all, he was not sure what the other party was thinking at the moment.

In mythology, the Smoke Mirror is different from other gods. He does not represent the patron saint of any tribe, but symbolizes the impermanence of the world, as omnipresent and elusive as the night wind.

As if seeing through Raymond's thoughts, the blond man showed a carefree smile on his face, and then stretched out his hand in front of Raymond.

I saw a dazzling white light appear in the center of his palm.

Raymond was stunned, not knowing what the other party was going to do. The next moment, white light filled every corner of the room.

"Humph~"

Before he could react, he suddenly felt an unprecedented heat surging in his body, making him hum softly.

This craze came and went quickly.

When the heat dissipated, Raymond stood up and suddenly found that a deep handprint had been left on the edge of the bed due to his own strength.

Realization dawned on him, and he looked at the blond man in front of him.

"Great Smoky Mirror, are you granting me power?"

"Given?"

The blond man shook his head. His eyes were attracted by the various weapons on the wall. He seemed to be more interested in the cold weapons.

“It’s just an equal trade.”

"Since I have taken the weapons of modern warriors from you, it is natural that I should give you the weapons of ancient warriors in return."

"Besides, that title is a bit boring. You can just call me Mr. Jing."

Raymond clenched his hands tightly, feeling the power surging in his body, and an unprecedented excitement surged in his heart.

The reason why he works for the Black Hand Gang is to be able to obtain extraordinary power from such a being one day.

And now, this power came upon him so easily.

His eyes flickered with a fiery light as he recalled the stone with the rat carved on it that he had encountered earlier.

He originally planned to use the stone to trade with the Black Hand Gang in exchange for power.

But now? That stone itself contains powerful power!
If that's the case, why should he seek help from others?
Thinking of the Black Hand Gang who concealed this important information, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in Raymond's eyes.

[What a cunning bunch of guys! They almost missed such an important opportunity! ]

His gaze towards the blond man became more intense, calculating secretly in his mind.

[As long as this god helps...]

Raymond became more and more excited when he thought about the Black Hand Gang, which had easily taken over a large number of underground organizations across the country by granting extraordinary powers.

【I can too! 】

wow-

Accompanied by hurried footsteps, the door on the second floor of the bar was suddenly pushed open.

The goateed man stood in front of Raymond with a subtle expression. After glancing at the blond man next to him who was still admiring various guns, he carefully leaned close to Raymond's ear.

"Boss, I heard that there are students from the Extraordinary Academy downstairs who want to join us?"

Raymond was slightly surprised when he heard this.

The students in those schools have basically already stepped half way into the ranks of extraordinary people. They just need to wait for the assessment to be over and spend some money to become truly extraordinary beings.

They actually want to join a gang like theirs?
"It seems that he is either a fool or a child who has been brainwashed by gangster movies!"

However, the goateed man's next words made him frown.

"No, that kid joined us on condition that we could pay for the medical expenses of his mother who was in a car accident."

When it comes to money, Raymond's heart, which had just been burning with enthusiasm, suddenly cooled down.

He is not a sucker who would pay a large sum of money based on the other party's one-sided statement. No one's money comes from the wind.

What's more, next to him stood the legendary Aztec sun god.

Thinking of the other party's means of granting extraordinary powers, in Raymond's eyes, the value of students with extraordinary potential is no longer that high.

Just as Raymond was about to open his mouth to refuse, the blond man next to him spoke with a hint of interest.

"Are you really going to refuse? This seems like a pretty good deal to me!"

Raymond was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then turned his gaze to the blond man.

Raymond's heart moved when he saw the other person's gaze penetrate the wall and seemed to see the child they were discussing.

"Promise him!"

……

As the goateed man left, Raymond asked the blond man with a hint of doubt.

"Mr. Jing, who is that child?"

"A qualified warrior."

Raymond stopped asking subsequent questions immediately after noticing the blond man's tone.

Then he felt his newfound strength, and his heart was filled with eagerness.

"Is this a physical strengthening ability?"

Suddenly, he recalled the news his men had just brought him, and there was a word in it that particularly caught his attention.

【Hannibal Hospital】

He seemed to have heard this name somewhere.

His eyes fell on the nearby gang map on the table. He was stunned for a moment, and then a lot of memories flooded into his mind.

"Car accident! Why does it look so familiar? Isn't this the usual method used by those guys?!" (End of this chapter)