I created the Old Gods and Outer Gods in America.

A boy in a school uniform, carrying two glasses of chilled juice, jogged to the shade of a tree, sweating profusely, and handed the glass in his left hand to a girl waiting under the tree.

The girl took the cup, bit the straw, took a sip, and then raised an eyebrow: "Hmm? You only bought one cup?"

"Huh? I bought two cups." The boy was taken aback by the question and looked down at his right hand.

Empty.

"Where's my cup?"

The boy scratched his head in bewilderment, spun around twice, and even looked down at the lawn, completely unable to understand how the cup he had just been holding had vanished into thin air.

The girl rolled her eyes: "Are you out of your mind from the heat and got it wrong?"

"That's impossible, I paid for two drinks..."

As the boy spoke, he reached into his pocket, counted carefully, and then froze, realizing he was only short of the money for one cup.

At that moment, Li Ming was standing half a meter away from them.

"Thanks for the delivery, I've paid you."

He was holding the glass of juice that had vanished into thin air, while the boy and girl were completely unaware of it.

Looking at the two of them, Li Ming thought the [Illusion] skill was quite interesting.

After upgrading to blue quality, the skill's practicality exceeded his expectations. As long as he didn't initiate an attack or create a huge physical disturbance, he was practically invisible to ordinary people!

"This world should be grateful! I'm just too upright and too kind, without any dark thoughts. Otherwise, with this ability alone, he could be Happy Superman."

Li Ming smiled and summoned the Necronomicon.

These past few days, Creel's feat in Columbia, and that out-of-control livestream, have provided him with a great deal of chaotic energy.

With money, one naturally wants to spend it.

Li Ming first exchanged for a [Blazing Rift (Blue)] skill, which is very straightforward: it increases attack power! The numerical value is...

I also redeemed the [Fallen Skull (Blue)], an ultimate attack method purely designed for decapitation.

Most importantly, he upgraded [Whisper] to purple. There was no other way; Whisper was his core ability, practically the underlying logic, and he couldn't afford to neglect it.

Li Ming casually tossed the empty cup into the nearby trash can and turned to look in the direction of the teaching building.

He's here today to find a second and a third "tool".

And now, he has his target locked in.

......

Lucas stood at the crossroads, cursing incessantly.

"Fuck!! The insurance company!!"

His voice attracted the attention of several passersby, but Lucas was no longer in the mood to pay attention to them.

For the past ten years, he has been squeezing out a portion of his meager salary every month and paying it on time to the insurance company that claims to be "the most reliable in the United States," so that he can have some protection in case of any accidents in the future.

But when the accident actually happened, when his father was lying in the intensive care unit and urgently needed surgery, the insurance company always managed to find various reasons to refuse to pay!

This ultimately led to his father not having enough money for treatment and dying right before his eyes.

Lucas sued the insurance company, and then...

And that was the end of it.

Lucas sighed and walked aimlessly down the street.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

My gaze crossed the street and landed on the entrance of an upscale coffee shop across the street.

There were four people there, three men and one woman, all dressed in well-tailored business attire, chatting and laughing over coffee.

The man laughing the most was someone Lucas would recognize even if he were ashes.

David.

That salesperson who, in order to boost sales, patted his chest and guaranteed, "This insurance will absolutely ensure your father has a worry-free old age."

He was also the one who later coldly watched him kneel on the ground begging for mercy, but then ordered the security guards to throw him out.

Lucas stared at the relaxed and carefree expression on David's face, and his blood rushed to his head.

Three months!

His father has been dead for three months!

And this bastard didn't feel the slightest bit of remorse, still leisurely drinking his coffee!

Lucas's mind went blank for a moment, and he completely lost his mind.

Without the slightest hesitation, he rushed out.

A screeching sound of brakes rang out, and a car nearly hit him. The driver leaned out and started cursing, but Lucas couldn't hear him at all.

All he could see was David's disgusting face.

boom!

David was still joking with his female colleague when a black figure suddenly darted in out of the corner of his eye. Before he could turn around, a heavy punch landed on his left cheek, knocking him to the ground.

Iced coffee was spilled all over the floor, and the suit was covered in brown stains.

"Fuck! Are you crazy?!" David screamed, struggling to get up.

But he didn't get his chance.

Lucas had completely lost his mind. He straddled David, raised his right fist high, and slammed it down with all his might.

It wasn't over yet after that: left fist, right fist, left fist.

The surrounding crowd erupted in terrified screams, and David's colleagues finally came to their senses.

"Stop! You're insane!"

The male colleague lunged at Lucas from behind and strangled him tightly, while the female colleague frantically pulled out her phone to call the police.

Lucas struggled desperately with bloodshot eyes, but the exhaustion from days of running around and malnutrition had left him physically drained, and he was quickly pinned to the ground by two male colleagues.

"Let me go! I'm going to kill him! This liar! This murderer!"

Lucas's face was pressed to the ground, but his eyes remained fixed on David, who was groaning on the ground.

The police arrived quickly.

After briefly questioning Kevin and the witnesses present, he approached Lucas, who was being restrained.

"This insurance company killed my dad! They refused to pay! I paid for ten years! They refused to pay!" Lucas struggled and roared.

The young policeman unlocked the handcuffs expressionlessly: "Sir, I understand your emotions, but you are now suspected of intentional assault, and you have the right to remain silent..."

"Let me finish! They started it..."

The older policeman interrupted him, his tone completely flat: "Sir, I understand how you feel, but insurance disputes should be handled through legal channels. This is not within our scope of work. The fact is, you assaulted someone."

The handcuffs were fastened.

"Sue me? I'll sue you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lucas was pinned down by two police officers and forcibly shoved into a police car.

The investigation into this matter was very simple.

Lucas was locked up for ten days.

Night fell.

Lucas lay on the hard iron bed, his hands behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling.

His thoughts drifted past the image of his father's death, past the insurance company contract, and finally, he remembered a recent urban legend circulating online.

The terms "fishman" and "superhuman" are still circulating on some underground websites, supposedly depicting the chaotic battles between the military and fishmen in the Columbia District.

I heard that people who watched that video either died on the spot or became mentally exhausted for a long time.

Lucas hadn't seen the video, but now, words like "extraordinary" were frantically churning in his mind.

If, if he also had extraordinary abilities.

Those people from the insurance company—not a single one of them will survive!