I created the Old Gods and Outer Gods in America.

The moment the gold ribbon ball split open in the middle, the employees in the front row who were taking pictures with their phones were the first to react.

It wasn't a ribbon; an arm slammed onto the stage.

Then came a torrent of corpses and bits of flesh, pouring out of the sphere like a bucket of garbage being dumped.

Blood trickled down from the edge of the stage, spreading along the velvet fabric.

Before anyone could react, a figure fell from the empty shell of the sphere.

Lucas stepped on the pile of corpses, his shoes making a sticky sound.

He glanced around at the two hundred-plus people in the audience who were staring in disbelief, looked down at the pile of mangled wreckage at his feet, raised his right foot, and gently kicked the CEO.

"David has arrived."

His tone was very calm, as if he were announcing the list of attendees.

This sentence acted like a play button, getting everyone in the room moving and plunging the scene into complete chaos.

Cries, screams, the sound of chairs falling over, and the sound of heels hitting the floor all erupted at the same second, mixing together into a boiling pot of chaos.

The crowd began to surge toward the door, pushing, shoving, trampling, some people fell, and others stepped on each other's backs to get up and continue running.

Dozens of people rushed toward the main entrance of the hall at the same time, with the person at the front grabbing the doorknob and pushing hard.

No matter how hard they tried, the door wouldn't budge.

"What's going on!? Why can't I open the door?! Fuck!"

At that moment, Eddie dusted off his hands outside. He had just moved several cars over, completely sealing off all the exits.

Realizing the main gate was locked, more people rushed toward the side gate, back door, and fire escape.

But the result was the same.

Panic escalated at this moment.

The crowd, like living creatures trapped in a cage, began frantically pounding on the doors and French windows, their cries and curses filling the hall.

Lucas, standing on the stage, looked down at the chaotic scene, his smile growing wider and wider. How satisfying!

The pure pleasure of revenge was surging wildly within him.

His gaze eventually fell on the person closest to him.

CEO.

The insurance company executive, in his early fifties, was so frightened that he slumped to the edge of the stage, David's installation materials pressing down on him, making him too afraid to move.

When he noticed Lucas's gaze on him, a surge of heat rose in his groin: "You...you want money? Spare...spare me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lucas waved his hand lightly, and a head flew into the air.

Then, Lucas looked at the reporters slumped on the ground below the stage, their cameras lying on the floor.

Are our reporters broadcasting live?

The reporter was so frightened that she couldn't speak and was trembling all over, but she dared not not answer Lucas's question and could only nod stiffly.

Lucas picked up the camera, pointed it at his blood-covered face, and gave what he thought was a friendly smile.

"Let's play a fun game! Friends watching on screen, guess how many people will survive!"

......

At the same time.

Blackbeard Road, Block 63.

This was an old alley forgotten by the municipal government. Li Ming was sucking on a lollipop, watching the situation inside with great interest.

A person was standing with his back to Li Ming in front of a wall covered with strange symbols.

The person was wearing... a tight-fitting outfit.

Dark blue with silver stripes, made of what looks like some cheap polyester fabric, it clings tightly to the body, outlining the silhouette of a not-so-muscular figure.

How should I put this design?

If I had to describe it, it's like a cheap, homemade superhero cosplay outfit.

On the ground beneath the man in the bodysuit was a rough but enormous magic circle, painted with some kind of red paint. The lines were crooked, but all the necessary geometric shapes and symbols were present.

On the wall in front of him was a huge graffiti.

The graffiti lines are a bit messy, but you can still vaguely see human nature in general, with some spiral patterns swirling around it.

"What kind of cosplay is this... is it a bound spirit? The kind with its own magic circle."

Just then, footsteps came from the other end of the alley.

A young Black man strolled in, a freshly lit cigarette between his fingers, and a bulging fanny pack clearly visible at his waist.

The young Black man walked up to the graffiti wall, looked the painting up and down, then glanced at the magic circle on the ground, and finally his gaze fell on the man in the tight-fitting clothes who was praying with his eyes closed.

Then, he pulled a can of spray paint out of his waist bag.

"hiss..."

Red spray paint was applied, and as the young Black man moved his arm, it completely covered the "human-shaped" head on the wall.

The man in the clothes opened his eyes.

His eyes first showed confusion, then shock, and finally pure anger.

"Fuck you?! What are you doing?!"

The man in the tight-fitting clothes rushed forward and pushed the black man's shoulders with both hands, causing him to stumble.

Then, the man in the bodysuit pointed to the image on the wall: "Do you know how long I've been praying?! I just sensed God's response, and you interrupted me! What am I going to do about the superpowers I lost?!"

"Without superpowers, how will I protect others?"

The Black man was stunned by these words, his eyes filled with the purest, most heartfelt confusion: "Are you mentally ill, bro?"

He pointed with his cigarette-holding finger at the graffiti half-covered in red paint on the wall: "What the hell is this thing you drew? Is this supposed to be divine? A god of simple line drawings? Where did you get this idea of ​​a god?"

The man in the tight-fitting clothes puffed out his chest proudly: "I dreamt about it."

Black person:"……"

He turned his head, his expression constantly changing, clearly unsure how to deal with this lunatic. In the end, he could only turn back and give the man in the tight-fitting clothes a thumbs up.

"He really is a lunatic."

The man in the tight-fitting clothes couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Bang!"

He punched the young Black man directly in the nose.

"Fuck! Don't think I won't hit you just because you're mentally ill!"

The two immediately began fighting, creating a chaotic and comical scene.

Just then, Morrison, who was passing by, saw what was happening and quickly went over to separate the two.

"Hey, hey, stop hitting me! What's going on?"

As he spoke, he showed his police ID to calm the two down.

When the two saw the police arrive, they stopped fighting and began to recount what had just happened, one after the other. Morrison listened for a long time before he understood.

He looked at the young Black man: "You destroyed the painting while people were praying. Isn't that disruptive?"

Upon hearing this, the young Black man froze, a sinister smile spreading across his face. He took two steps back and pointed at the two men: "Oh, I see, you two white guys are in cahoots..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

All three of them could clearly feel that the air had changed.

A viscous feeling appeared in the air, and everything around seemed to quiet down; the previously noisy car horns had all disappeared.

At the same time, a sound came from the wall.

The three turned to look and saw that the "god" that had been covered by the black young man on the wall had reappeared.

Not only that, but the spiral patterns also began to twist irregularly, and a feeling of being watched arose in everyone's minds.

"Fuck!"

The Black man was the first to react, turning and running. However, before he could take two steps, everything went black, and the next moment, his entire body felt light.

No, it wasn't that his body became lighter, but that his head flew off.

At this moment, neither the man in the tight-fitting clothes nor Morrison paid attention to what was happening over there.

Their eyes were completely drawn to the mural on the wall.

They seemed to hear a whisper echoing in their minds.