American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

Everyone present felt an invisible force surging in from all directions, binding them tightly. That force was like a huge mountain, pressing heavily on them, making it difficult for them to even breathe.

Some of the Purgers were very perceptive; they looked up at the source of the oppressive force—the boy who seemed completely out of place with such powerful magic.

Yes, they recognized that the invisible force, almost solidifying and immobilizing everyone, was magic. But it was precisely because they knew it was magic that these purgers understood what they were truly facing.

One of the purgatory workers stared at the boy in disbelief. Knowing what he was facing, he was overwhelmed with despair.

A being possessing such magic, if proficient in Transfiguration, could conjure everyone present into a horrible ball of flesh with a single thought. If proficient in Spells, he would possess power far exceeding that of Voldemort wielding the Elder Wand.

In other words, even though this Purifier had cooperated with Muggles and knew the power of their guns and artillery, he still didn't believe that any Muggle weapon could compare to the one before him.

The invisible pressure continued to rise, as if the boy wanted to crush every bone in their body. He found it incredibly difficult to breathe, his vision blurred, and all he could hear was his own rapid breathing and the frantic pounding of his heart. Even moving a finger was extremely difficult.

The purgers knew what the boy had come for.

Yes, what else could a powerful wizard do here?

Rune walked over to the organizer, but by then the organizer was already pinned to the ground, unable to move. The bottle of emerald green medicine had also fallen to the ground, though the glass bottle wasn't completely shattered, only cracked. The boy smeared some with his finger and then put it in his mouth.

A terrifying emotion instantly overwhelmed Rune's heart. Despair, pain, sorrow, and rage surged through him like a tsunami. He seemed to see himself being dismembered while fully conscious, his blood drained, his bones broken, his marrow extracted, his flesh crushed into a pulp…

Most terrifyingly, these different wizards possessed physical strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, naturally allowing them to endure far greater torment. They struggled endlessly in their misery, unable to escape. They called out the names of their loved ones and friends, but received no response. And in their final moments, the humans refused to administer any anesthesia.

The reason is frighteningly simple—because anesthesia increases costs.

“Sometimes, I regret learning magic about will and memory.” Rune calmed his agitated mind, looking at everyone present. “Because it allows me to feel the thoughts of the ingredients in this potion in their final moments. Even though I was once a Muggle, even though I hoped Muggles could coexist peacefully with wizards, these memories constantly remind me that the vast majority of you deserved to die…”

He lifted the organizer, who was also the father of the Flesh Cube, with one hand. Magic cautiously penetrated the other's mind, but aside from the information already known, Rune detected nothing. Fortunately, he hadn't been subjected to some unknown spell, and therefore didn't turn to ashes like the previous researchers. He was simply erased of his memories.

That makes sense. How could these "noble" meat-eaters accept this kind of death? They might be rich, powerful, or both. They could choose to pay to save their lives, just like they are now.

Although the organizer was suspended in the air by runes, he mustered his last bit of strength and whispered, "I have money... I have Galleons, please let me go... I beg you..."

Rune pulled a piece of meat from his pocket and whispered to the man, "Eat it, eat it, and I'll allow you to live in a humble state."

"well……"

He felt a sudden release as the force that had been pressing on him finally dissipated. But he didn't dare to be reckless. He touched the gun on his backside—the revolver that had been with him for over a decade and had once given him a sense of security was there, but he didn't dare to pull it out.

Rune chuckled instead, as if he could see him touching his gun: "It's alright, pull it out, pull it out and shoot me. I'll allow you to resist."

Hearing this, the lieutenant general shakily pulled out the revolver. The bullets inside were, of course, specially made. Ever since learning of the existence of wizards, he had dared not use ordinary bullets anymore. The lieutenant general had even bought himself a magical amulet at a high price, but only now did he understand why this shop had zero negative reviews.

Those who want to leave a bad review are probably already in hell.

Rune grinned and chuckled softly. He couldn't wait any longer and snatched the gun from the other man's hand, then fired several shots into his own head.

Many in the audience had faces full of anticipation. In their traditional understanding, no one could survive a gunshot wound, not even a wizard. But today, they were destined to be disappointed.

bang bang bang...

Six shots landed in quick succession, all hitting his temple. The lieutenant general's eyes were wide open, his mouth slightly agape, but no sound came out; his mind was blank. After a short while, he looked at the boy before him, bewildered. To Rune, the lieutenant general's heart pounded like a drum.

The light in the eyes of the crowd who had been full of anticipation gradually dimmed. The whispers that had been there before also completely disappeared.

Rune applied just a little force, and the revolver began to creak and groan, its metal surface twisting and deforming. The weathered revolver, under the boy's single hand, was reduced to a twisted metal ball. This completely shattered everyone's expectations.

"How is that possible?" "Even if he's a wizard..."

Even the purgers were astonished. This kind of scenario could happen to giants, trolls, and yetis, but it shouldn't be happening to a mere wizard. Various speculations swirled in their minds. Was the magical world far more complex than they thought? Had someone attempted to have a child with a dragon?

Ignoring the commotion below, Rune extended his other hand, which was holding the chunk of meat, and said with a smile, "I ate six of your bullets, so shouldn't you have a bite of mine?"

The lieutenant general swallowed hard, and under everyone's watchful eyes, he took the piece of meat.