Demigod Mage in America

"So, what was that you just now?"

The shaken policewoman looked at Ryan. She had just called for backup, and nearby patrol officers arrived quickly.

"A little trick."

Seeing that Ryan was unwilling to explain, Catherine's youthful curiosity was aroused, so she began to guess for herself.

"You have superpowers, right?"

Raine didn't answer, too lazy to pay her any attention, and sat down on the sofa. To be honest, this woman wasn't quite what he remembered. She didn't have that particular body odor. Whether before or after his transmigration, the people he'd encountered could all be described with one word—strong smell!

"I see!"

Catherine had guessed several times that Ryan hadn't responded, but then she suddenly jumped up with a "whoosh," her tone very certain. She pointed to the invisible servants who were moving the black men.

"You must be a Stand user, right! I know, Star Platinum!"

Snapped--

Ryan slapped his forehead, thinking the other person had some brilliant idea.

"You should watch less anime."

After tying the black man up with rope, Ryan immediately erased all memories of him.

"Get a security door installed. Don't let just anyone in. I don't want to live in an apartment where a shooting could happen at any time. From now on, only residents or visitors of this building will be allowed to enter."

"Okay, okay."

Catherine responded, her expression filled with excitement as she watched the nearly 200-kilogram black man being lifted by an invisible force. This must be a Stand user! Because she wasn't one, that's why she couldn't see him! In her excitement, she didn't notice that Ryan, sitting on the sofa, had a stiff expression.

Just now, after he finished speaking to the policewoman, he felt his authority being triggered. How was it triggered? His divine essence is a rule within order, a rule... a rule...

"I understand!"

His thinking was flawed before. Why must he obey rules? He'd already attained godhood and become a demigod, so why should he still have to abide by other people's rules every day? He couldn't circumvent the rules of the universe, such as killing innocent people, and theft and robbery—things that violated the ethics and morality of most races. If he did them, he would definitely be breaking the rules. But for other levels of rules, Renn could completely create his own!

Just now, a casual remark he made triggered his authority. In the world he transmigrated to, the rules of faith differed from those on Earth. Believers weren't simply those who endlessly repeated sacred texts. True believers were those who accepted the doctrines left by the gods and personally put them into practice. The Goddess of Magic was powerful because all magicians were her followers. The study and exploration of magic, and the yearning for the unknown, were all within her divine domain.

He uses the goddess of magic as a guide to guide himself. Could his domain of rules be understood as a system where he sets rules that others follow, and in return, he gains the power of faith?

Looking at the golden particle in his hand, Ryan could answer his question without hesitation—yes. This was the power of faith the policewoman had bestowed upon him; he had set a rule that no non-visitors or residents were allowed to enter the apartment, and Catherine had agreed and enforced it.

"I remember that the more difficult a doctrine is to fulfill, the purer the power of faith it provides?"

The particles in his hand were pale and somewhat ethereal, clearly indicating they were provided by a general believer. In the world he transmigrated to, as long as a single fanatical believer existed, their god would not die. Therefore, believers were either a matter of quantity or quality.

It's clear that Raine can't expand his business significantly right now, because the Order Domain wouldn't allow him to arbitrarily disrupt someone else's established order. The premise of an unjust law being illegal is that the law is evil, but before that, he can't intervene to undermine it. So, it seems there's only one option left for him!

He stood up, stroking his chin, casually opened a portal, and walked past, ignoring Catherine's horrified gaze. Raine was completely absorbed in his own world, oblivious to his surroundings.

Back in his room, sitting on the sofa, he closed his eyes in deep thought. He focused on quality, studying the other gods. The God of War, whose doctrine prioritized victory in a major battle—a victory capable of overturning the entire world order—was undoubtedly His greatest desire. And the Goddess of Magic—when Renn developed his first 10th-circle spell, the goddess personally received him; clearly, it was because he had provided high-quality faith.

So, as the God of Rules, how is his domain divided? First and foremost, the law—something Renn probably can't handle for the time being. Second, contracts. Agreements, contracts, and pacts are essentially all constraints imposed by rules.

"A contract... huh?"

He suddenly remembered something: the serpent that tempted the Twins of Eden to eat the forbidden fruit. What if the contract took the form of a transaction? For example, he opened a door to do business, established a series of rules, and allowed people to enter and trade with him? The more demanding the completed transaction, would the power of faith he gained be purer?

He'd do what he wanted, even if he failed. He was already at rock bottom, so every step he took was upward. Rules are two-way; there's no such thing as being strict with others but lenient with oneself. So he had to create some rules that he could abide by, but were still demanding. Only in this way could the power of faith he gained be sufficiently superior.

Honesty, integrity, and fair transactions.

Golden words appeared in the void.

Beep beep beep...

"It's so noisy."

The sirens of ambulances and police cars outside made him frown. He instructed his servants to close the doors and windows before continuing to write down the second rule.

We collect everything, and exchange it for its equivalent value.

The words slowly appeared. This was his rule, which he required to abide by, and those who entered had to obey even more.

Then there's the target of the transaction. Who is suitable? Antisocial people are definitely out of the question. That kind of thing disrupts order and would probably be poison to them.

"Got it!"

Those who are harshly bound by rules and those who do not believe.

Rules shouldn't be harsh on anyone, because rules are rules; they aren't swayed by emotions. As for those who don't believe in rules, if they are guided to believe in them, isn't that the best kind of faith?

All details of the transaction will be kept confidential.

The last reason is because he's unsure of the world's dynamics. If it's a fishpond, he can just bomb anything; otherwise, it wouldn't be fun if he accidentally hits a shark, so he's just being safe and has a backup plan.

That's all for now...

Four rules were condensed into a single piece of parchment, a method he had learned from the devil. A contract—this was the contract. Whoever used this contract to make a deal with him could gain faith.

So now another problem is facing him. How can he legally obtain a shop? He can't exactly open a business in an apartment building.

He set up a shop, then waited for the first customer to arrive, hoping to gain a pure source of faith power. The faith power Catherine gave him was too low-quality; he didn't even want to absorb it.