American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

A calf-sized worm, the poor assistant director, was torn to pieces right before everyone's eyes...

And then there's the giant ape that kidnapped Miss Anna—my God, it's not even that afraid of bullets!

Can we really leave here alive?

March 19, 1933

Unbelievable! The giant ape that kidnapped Miss Anna collapsed from its wounds in the fight with the giant lizard monster, and that guy Karl actually went so far as to want to transport it back to the Federation? Is his brain filled with nothing but money? What's even crazier is that most of the crew agreed! After all, the losses this time were too severe, and they were eager to earn back their money..."

The diary entries end abruptly here.

Zhu Mingyao then turned his attention to a photocopy of another old document.

"...Analysis results...The Giant Ape Beast's psionic level is between [Knight Rank] and [Lord Rank]..."

However, due to its size, it contains more than five times the spiritual energy of an ordinary [Knight Rank], making it more destructive.

A faint, special bio-force field exists around its body, which can weaken purely physical attacks to some extent. Similar to the ■■ collected by headquarters, it is suspected to be a familiar creature influenced by divine power.

A powerful toxin and remnants of a curse were found inside the old abdominal wound, which had suppressed the previously strong regenerative ability. Based on the accounts of eyewitnesses, it was determined that the wound was left by the so-called two-clawed monitor lizard...

In conclusion, the island paradise where it resides is assessed to have immense development potential, and a request is made for the federal government to send an expedition team there.

The document is signed by the Federal Institute for Special Affairs.

Zhu Mingyao was familiar with this name because it was the predecessor of the Special Investigation Bureau.

He silently finished copying it down and closed the notebook.

Although the old diary was severely damaged, he was able to identify the information described by comparing it with his memories of his past life. It was the plot of the classic monster movie "King Kong". After King Kong wreaked havoc in New York, the Chamber of Commerce had also participated in the cleanup work, and the records left behind could be used as corroborating evidence.

However, the fact that Skull Island was actually Teotihuacan was quite unexpected.

However, apart from the dilapidated fortress built by cannibals, there do seem to be some ancient and solemn stone buildings on the island in the movie. It wouldn't be surprising if the abandoned Teotihuacan is hidden in the center of the island.

According to available information, even though the initial exploration team returned empty-handed, the federal government continued to secretly investigate everything related to it for decades.

From the perspective of the original work, since the main characters, a group of ordinary people who accidentally wandered into Skull Island, were able to successfully escape from Skull Island using weapons from the 1930s, it proves that at least in the outer areas, the level of danger is not high.

Of course, there is another explanation: at that time, it was the lowest point of the elemental tide, and most of the extraordinary creatures on the island were in a state of hibernation in order to reduce their consumption, which allowed them to escape.

Zhu Mingyao pulled out a chair and stood up. In any case, it's always good to be lenient with the enemy.

Compared to others, I have an additional advantage: I know the information revealed in the plot, which allows me to make some targeted preparations in advance.

Thinking of all the monsters in the movies, he felt not nervous at all, but rather a little excited.

Average strength, but plenty of quantity—isn't this the perfect monster-slaying dungeon?

Chapter 178 Prelude to the Adventure: News Leak

"Bang bang bang!" The dark, specially made revolver burst out three thumb-sized sparks in succession.

Thirty-meter target, three shots, ten rings!

Zhu Mingyao remained calm as he loaded the bullets into the magazine, reached out and pressed a button, triggering a mechanical device that switched to a 50-meter humanoid target.

"Bang bang...!" This time he fired six bullets without firing any.

On the humanoid figure erected on the ground, six bullet holes exploded almost simultaneously with each breath.

Three hairs between the eyebrows, two hairs on the shoulders, and one hair on the chest.

【枪械技巧】经验+1，（99/100→100/100）LV4—LV5

Zhu Mingyao inserted his index finger into the trigger guard, deftly twirled the gun, blew away non-existent gunpowder smoke, and struck a pose.

Alas, life is truly as lonely as snow.

After advancing to the Innate Realm, his physical attributes and control abilities were greatly enhanced, and his five senses—sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, and touch—were strengthened in all aspects.

With improved hardware, practicing skills becomes much more efficient.

With such a natural advantage, coupled with countless bullets to hone his gun skills, his firearms shooting expertise leveled up two levels within a month, reaching LV5.

Zhu Mingyao had secretly assessed the system's standards for classifying expertise.

If LV1 is considered an apprentice, then LV2 is a skilled worker, LV3 is a veteran, and LV4 can barely be called a second-rate expert.

In terms of firearms skills, Level 2 to 3 is the level of an ordinary police officer, Level 3 to 4 is the level of a regional shooting elite, and Level 5 qualifies one to win a place in a large-scale special operations competition.

For Zhu Mingyao, this skill has basically reached its limit. To upgrade it further would require far too much time and effort.

This is ultimately a supernatural world filled with countless demons and monsters, and there's no white orb of light to exchange for the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. Even if you hone your marksmanship to the level of a city-class soldier, you'll still have to run away in terror when you encounter a behemoth like Godzilla.

Furthermore, as his own strength gradually increases, the enemies he faces become increasingly formidable, and firearms become less and less effective. Continuing to work hard on them would not be very cost-effective.

To put it simply, if bullets can deal with an enemy, his supernatural powers and spells can also easily deal with him, and if supernatural powers and spells cannot deal with an enemy, then bullets are useless.

Of course, as a secondary weapon, the alchemical revolver is still adequate for the time being. With special bullets, it can supplement considerable damage, and Zhu Mingyao has no intention of replacing it.

Based on the relevant information, they are more than capable of dealing with the strange beasts and poisonous insects on the outskirts of Skull Island.

He picked up a piece of chamois leather and carefully wiped the pistol clean, then put it back in its holster. He glanced at the digital clock on the wall and left the shooting range.

With the American-style iaido setup complete, it's time to move on to the next step.

……

……

The peaceful days passed by one by one, and before we knew it, it was early September. There were only twenty-odd days left until the opening of the secret realm.

After passing through the most difficult period of the year, even though the scorching sun still relentlessly baked the earth every day, tormenting the little creatures to the point of ecstasy, the temperature gradually dropped after nightfall.

To escape the high temperatures, the animals that had spent the entire day holed up in their dens took the opportunity to slip out of their homes and search for resources for survival in the vast concrete jungle.

A large, grayish rat peeked furtively out of a sewer drain on the street, then darted along the curb towards the back alley of the fast food restaurant, where countless delicious treats fell into the trash cans every day—a paradise for all the rodents in the neighborhood…

"Thud!" A furry object fell like lightning, its sharp claws suddenly springing out from its soft, cuddly paw pads, pinning it firmly to the road.

With a snap of its two rows of sharp teeth, a few specks of dark red splattered, sending the plump gray squirrel to its true paradise.

Despite being filthy, the stray cat still follows its proud feline instincts, taking light steps, ready to carry its prey away gracefully, returning to a secluded place to enjoy it peacefully.

A dark shadow swept past in the wind, startling the tabby cat so much that it jumped up and leaped onto a nearby billboard with all four paws moving.

It crouched on the plastic sign, its eyes wide open, watching the blurry figure turn into the alley before its hunched back gradually straightened.

Even though it hadn't been abandoned by its owner for very long, the several scars on its body broke through its initial ignorance, making it aware of the cruelty and malice hidden in the hearts of some two-legged creatures.

The hurried pedestrian didn't pay attention to the cat; he quickly walked to a spot near the end of the alley and stopped.

On the old, cracked red brick wall in front of me, a dusty, rusty iron door is quietly embedded there.

The figure cautiously glanced around, then pried a small piece of protruding brick from the wall, revealing a hidden doorbell switch. With practiced ease, the figure tapped the switch a few times in a rhythmic pattern of long and short taps.

After a moment, a faint aura wafted out from inside the door, scanning the area like a vigilant house dog. Finding nothing amiss, the iron door slowly opened, welcoming the guest inside.

"Hurry up! Everyone's here, you're the only one left."

As soon as the figure slipped in, the large iron gate slammed shut. The seemingly thick layer of dust didn't stir up at all; it was all just a camouflage.

"Do we need to be so careful? We're just a group of spiritual mediums having a gathering, not some cultists who've gone mad. We've never done anything illegal."

The visitor took off the baseball cap that was covering his face, revealing a chubby, dark face, and complained to the middle-aged woman in front of him.

Although the man's skin was dark, he did not have the wide nose and thick lips commonly seen in people of African descent. His facial features were rounded, and he had some features of the natives of the South Continent. It was obvious at a glance that he was of mixed race.

"Mr. Jess, is it up to us to decide whether or not someone has broken the law?"

The woman with short brown hair retorted sharply.

"Did Mrs. Sanders and her group break the law? They were still forcibly recruited by the Special Investigations Bureau!"

The resentment in his words was very obvious.

"It's not really fair to say that..." the man said awkwardly.

"Being granted an advisory status by the federal government is not without its benefits for those of us who are hesitating at the gate of mystery. At the very least, we will have access to a complete meditation technique and guidance from high-level superhumans."

“I’m over 50 years old this year, kid! You know your own abilities. I’ve long since given up the fantasies I had when I was young. I just want to live a carefree life, make more money for my retirement, and don’t even think about trying to sway me with any secret techniques.”

The middle-aged woman led the medium Jess through the corridor and toward the basement.

The creaking of the wooden staircase was mingled with the woman's soft sighs.

"Furthermore, what's the point of joining the official ranks? It's just about doing odd jobs and receiving a fixed allowance."

Would they really be so kind as to share the precious treasures obtained from the ruins of the gods with us, the lowest of the low?

Jess's chubby face froze for a moment, then he asked in confusion:

"Mrs. Bella, what do you mean by the divine ruins you mentioned?"

"You still don't know?"

An excited voice broke in.

The sofas inside were full of people, and one of them, a Black woman with exaggerated purple eyeshadow, reached out to greet them.

"It's Teotihuacan, the capital of the Aztec gods!"

Many readers have said that the book's title doesn't match its content, suggesting it's misleading. I'd like to ask for your opinions: do you think it needs a name change? If so, what would you suggest?

Ugh, I've written so much already, it's such a hassle to get it edited!

Chapter 179 Prelude to the Adventure, Shadow

"...So you just came back from Brazil, it's understandable that you don't know."

On the sofas arranged in a circle, the Black woman crossed her legs and gestured animatedly, saying:

"It's all over the place now. The entire city of Los Angeles... and even the entire West Coast, every well-informed superhuman in the community has heard the news and everyone is secretly talking about it."

"They say that federal officials have discovered a mythical ruin, which is very likely the legendary Teotihuacan, and they are organizing a team to explore it!"

The girl's eyes lit up, and she gestured with her hands.

"It is said that not only is gold and silver everywhere inside, but also rare treasures, including a crystal skull containing all the extraordinary knowledge in the world, and a spring of youth that can make people young again with just a drop of it..."

“Oh, wait, Miss Pauline, putting aside whether the news is true or not, just one thing—how dare a mortal peek into the realm of the gods?”

Jess raised his hands, spreading his fingers to interrupt.