Demigod Mage in America

Lux carefully manipulated the tablet in her hand.

She is currently located at 126th Street on Madison Avenue.

If I had to find an adjective to describe this place, it would be a haven for poisonous insects.

Lux is now terrified that she might be attacked by the zombies that rush out if she's not careful.

Seeing this place in the news and coming here in person are two different things.

When she sees news reports, she only thinks that these people lack self-respect, use drugs, don't work, and have tragic fates but don't try to change them.

She came here with only one thought in mind.

"Please, please, don't let it be a hired gun..."

She now only regrets not improving her hacking skills back then, otherwise she wouldn't have to live in such fear.

Fortunately, the firewalls in the vicinity were not difficult to crack, and she still managed to hack into the neighborhood's surveillance system.

"Supernatural...supernatural..."

In the past, she would have definitely said she was crazy for looking for something supernatural on the street, but now, after experiencing the system, she just feels like she is doing something very normal.

Her eyes darted across the surveillance footage, searching for her target.

Couples partying... over.

A couple argues... (passes).

A giant wolf-headed man... Passed by.

Burglary... (excerpt)

"Um?"

Lux's hand, which was sliding, suddenly paused.

She switched the surveillance footage back to the point before the two screens.

A burly creature, presumably male, with a wolf's head on its head.

At first she thought it was cosplay, but after a couple of scenes, she instinctively felt something was wrong.

What cosplay props can make someone spit?

She switched back and found that the wolf-headed man was gnawing on something. When the camera zoomed in, it turned out to be a middle-aged woman.

"Fuck!" Lux couldn't help but blurt out, glancing left and right at the same time.

Seeing that someone outside was already looking in their direction, she quickly left in another direction.

Especially today, she forgot to disguise herself when she went out!

After spending so much time on the streets, she met a man who claimed to be a Japanese beggar in America.

The other person always spoke with a strange accent, broken English, and switched to an incomprehensible local dialect, constantly saying things like, "You are very, very generous, God bless you!"

So she realized one thing: if a girl is too pretty, it can be very dangerous for her to be a homeless person.

But today she just forgot to put on makeup.

"Hey little sister, where are you going? Come play with us!"

Two burly Black men rushed out of the alley and blocked her way.

Lux's face darkened. With her apprentice-level fighting skills, she could barely win against one person with dirty tricks, but against two, it would be impossible.

Two black men approached her from the alley entrance, and she could only slowly back away.

But soon the voices behind her made her shudder; she was surrounded!

"Hey buddy, we found it first."

The black man spit as he spoke, and his yellowed teeth proved that he was also homeless.

In America, as long as your teeth are even slightly decent, they'll make them look presentable.

Therefore, a person with severely deformed and unsightly teeth, as well as cavities, is very likely to be homeless.

"Really? But I noticed it first."

Lux spotted a young Asian man behind her out of the corner of her eye. Judging from his yellowish-black skin and curly hair, she guessed he was from Southeast Asia.

She was grateful to the strangers she met online through gaming; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to distinguish between Asians.

Of course, the current problem isn't that; the problem is that the Indian man has a gleaming knife—or rather, a tactical dagger.

The two black men were clearly also afraid of the sharp blade, and they showed obvious signs of backing down.

But when they saw Lux's face, the two black men clearly showed reluctance.

They shouted at the Indian man, "Hey buddy, how about this? We'll take the back, and you can have the front. We'll take turns, see if that works."

The Indian man, who had been tense, seemed relieved after hearing those words.

Clearly, he didn't want to start a war, and as for taking turns, he was the least concerned about that.

After all, this common sport has been popular in their country for a long time.

Seeing that the three had reached an agreement, Lux became increasingly anxious.

At the same time, she realized something—red names meant enemies!

She noticed the Southeast Asian guy's name gradually turning red, and she initially thought there was a problem with the system.

So it turns out she's the one who's going to get into trouble!

In this critical moment, Lux's little brain raced, trying to think of anything that could solve the current predicament.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in her mind.

There's something that she hasn't used since the system gave it to her.

A pale whistle, about the length of a finger, appeared in her hand.

The method of use is very simple: just hold it in your hand and press the third air hole.

A crisp whistle rang out, followed by two loud thuds of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Lux breathed a sigh of relief; it was finally resolved.

However, her expression quickly froze, and without turning her head, she raised her foot and kicked behind her.

Thump! She didn't feel any flesh or blood on the sole of her shoe; her attack had been blocked.

Lux's goal is never to defeat her opponent, but to create space.

After her attack was blocked, she took advantage of the opening and sprinted forward, leaping over two Black men lying on the ground.

"So you're from the mystical world too. Ah, I won't stand on ceremony."

The Indian man's voice had completely changed; his sinister voice sounded as if it came from hell.

Lux didn't look back and rushed towards the alley entrance.

She couldn't help but think of a location described in the mission: Lexton Bar.

Since the system says that's the target, then let's run there.

She didn't know what the Indian man's current situation was, but he didn't seem afraid of her whistle.

Lux weaved through the traffic, eliciting a chorus of shouts and countless middle fingers.

"Fuck you! (╬￣皿￣)凸"

She ran away, cursing and swearing at the group of bastards.

Thanks to the apprentice-level fighting, her body was transformed back into the active person she was in high school.

Otherwise, she would be standing there panting right now.

She managed to sneak a peek back, only to find the young man right behind her.

Like a shadow!

Startled, Lux ran even faster, while her opponent followed her at a leisurely pace, like a feline hunting prey.

After running for more than ten minutes and crossing countless blocks, Lux finally saw the bar.

Boom!Boom!

She pounded on the glass door urgently, hoping someone inside would respond.

Through the reflection, she saw the other person approaching with ill intent, and the smile on their face was very strange.

Click, click, click... The gate was lifted, and Lux ​​saw a white male inside.

"Please, please, save me!"

David stared blankly at the pink-haired woman in front of him. He didn't recognize her. How did she end up here?

He instinctively prepared to refuse, because there were still things inside that hadn't been dealt with.

"Say yes."

But the sudden sound from Raine made him pause, and after a moment, he opened the door.

"Come in."