Demigod Mage in America

"Those antiques! You can have all those antiques! I can also serve you, do odd jobs, serve tea and water, I can do it all."

Ryan smiled faintly: "Mr. Zhang, you've misunderstood."

He pointed to the incense burner, now reduced to ashes: "Your loyalty is worthless, after all, you are just a spirit about to dissipate."

Ryan's words were like a thunderclap.

"Ghosts...can ghosts die too?"

"Of course, everything has its day of death, and the world has its end, let alone ghosts."

Raine placed his hands on the table, looking at Zhang Tuan with a serious expression.

"So if you're planning to trade me for a temporary item that's destined to disappear, you're probably going to be disappointed."

God will die, and the world will die.

But the former can be resurrected after death, while the latter has a new world born from the remains after death.

Ghosts are different; once they die, they're gone. When Raine took over, he had to constantly maintain their existence, which was a loss.

"Then... do you think I have anything valuable on me?"

Ryan glanced at him, and Zhang Tuan immediately felt his hair stand on end, a feeling of being seen through from the inside out welling up inside him.

"Mr. Zhang has two things he can trade, one of which I'm quite envious of."

His tone was serious and sincere, because honesty is essential in business.

"What?"

Zhang Tuan looked at him nervously, completely unaware of what he meant.

"Your discerning eye and ability to identify objects truly amaze me; none of the items here are ordinary."

Having witnessed what he had just seen, Raine reached out and used his senses to scan the pile of antiques next to him.

It didn't matter if he didn't sweep, but when he did, even he was surprised.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that all the antiques possessed a faint magical power.

In other words, none of the antiques collected by Mr. Zhang are ordinary items.

One event might be a coincidence, two might be luck, but if all of them are, then it can only be skill.

For Raine, he can receive magic. As long as he touches an item, he can know all the information about that item, including its raw materials, forging techniques, maker, usage, and current owner.

But that was the effect of magic, not because he possessed that talent.

This Mr. Zhang is different; he was born that way.

"Can this be traded?"

Ryan didn't answer, but simply pointed to the second rule on the blackboard, the golden words of which were flashing.

Everything is received and exchanged at an equivalent price.

For him, nothing is off-limits for trade.

Raine has used his own magic most of the time so far, and only uses his authority when making transactions.

This was simply to control the possibility of him altering Earth's gravity on a particular day when he was in a bad mood—although his authority wasn't powerful enough to do so yet.

Currently, the only entities that can be affected are individuals, such as the system surrounding Lux, which is essentially a manifestation of authority.

He transformed what was reality for Lux into a game, so the system was actually a game system, except that she thought she was the protagonist system in an awakened web novel.

But even that is enough. For Renn, he can now decide a person's life or death with the flick of his finger.

To prevent the world from being destroyed because he was in a bad mood and went astray, he had to suppress his power as much as possible.

It's like a giant playing with a human; for the giant, it's just a little effort, but for the human, it's annihilation. Rein is now rushing headlong down that path.

"What about the other one?"

"What you left behind, this shop, those antiques all count."

Zhang Tuan remained silent for a while before cautiously asking the question.

"What can I get in exchange?"

"One item, one human life."

Raine swirled his glass of wine and downed the water in one gulp.

For ordinary people, this price is undoubtedly Rennes trying to drive down the price. But for Zhang Tuan, this is the price he can pay, and what he can get in return.

"I...I accept, but boss, you won't go back on your word, will you?"

Ryan smiled but didn't answer, simply leaning back in his chair and gazing at him.

The attitude is clear: you can refuse.

Zhang Tuan gritted his teeth, and as time went by, his burned facial features gradually returned to normal.

If he could live a few more months, he might be able to return to his former appearance—if only.

"Okay! I'll do it!"

Renn clapped his hands, and the contract appeared on the table.

"You can leave your name on it, or place your palm on the contract, and then the transaction is complete."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tuan hesitated for a moment, but the matter was already at a critical juncture, and he was not one to hesitate.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have chosen to sell their house in Shanghai and move the whole family here back then.

The contract states that after Zhang Tuan pays the price, Raine will fulfill his responsibilities tomorrow.

"Boss, why tomorrow?"

"Because I'm not free today."

"Raine said calmly."

He glanced at the corpse in the center of the hall; his first servant would be done tomorrow.

Although the materials and processes were average, he still hoped that they wouldn't disappoint him too much.

No matter what, he is hailed as the most talented mage in history, without exception.

Zhang Tuan thought for a long time but couldn't come up with this answer.

"Tomorrow I will collect the price you paid after I fulfill my promise. Now you are free to move around as you please."

When he was watching Lux's live stream, it was already close to dark, and after discussing with Zhang Tuan for so long, it was past 8 o'clock—he hadn't even had dinner yet!

When Zhang Tuan returned to the mirror that bound him, and when Raine went home for dinner, on the other side...

In a room converted from a car repair shop at the intersection of 118th Street and Madison Avenue in East Harlem, Manhattan.

An Asian woman was thrown onto the hood of a car and attacked from both sides by three black men.

The age gap between them was quite obvious, consisting of one middle-aged person and two young people.

The middle-aged woman on the car hood had glamorous makeup and her eyes held a mixture of ingratiation and fear.

Suddenly, the black man in front of them stopped moving.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

"The seal has been triggered."

Upon hearing this, not only the young Black man, but even the woman on the hood of the car tensed up.

"It's him! He must have escaped!"

Snapped!

The youngest Black man slapped the woman on the buttocks, sending waves of flesh rippling across her backside.

"Shut up, you yellow-skinned sow!"

The woman shrank back in fear.

The three black men exchanged glances.

"It's not necessarily an escape. It's also possible that the ritual has already been completed. Judging by the time, three people have already died at his hands, and perhaps the fourth has already come knocking on his door."

He paused and looked at his eldest son.

"Kevin, make a trip there tomorrow and check on that policewoman while you're at it."

"receive."

Kevin answered while speeding up his pace.

"Also, be gentle with your mother."

"Her? She's just a sow, not even worth as much as a steak."

The two young Black men clearly didn't take it seriously, and the Asian woman's hopeful eyes quickly dimmed again.

She's used to it; she just has to grit her teeth and get through it.