Demigod Mage in America

Ryan put his hands in his pockets and looked at Catherine standing in the room.

Strands of silk appeared from the void and wrapped around her body, but they were always just a little short.

"Oh? Is it about to awaken?"

He initially had his eye on another apartment, one with an elevator.

The reason he came to this apartment building was naturally because there was something about it that attracted him.

People like Catherine, who are born with a high concentration of magical affinity but have always remained in a latent state.

In his world, he was known as the Apocalypse.

They can also be called elemental messengers, those who are favored by the elements.

Such people are slow learners of other things, but when it comes to shaping elements, they have an exceptional talent.

The surrounding wind became turbulent, and the invading man was now pinned to the wall, his mouth torn and deformed by the gale.

Under Renn's watchful eye, Catherine's magical power gathered more and more, but it always seemed as if something was missing.

"I see, so you can't get out because you've been in isolation for so long? Then let me help you out."

Catherine was now in a state of chaos, torn apart by a mixture of anger and pain.

Ryan's words completely unleashed the emotions she had suppressed over the years.

America is not the paradise my father described at all; it is not only imperfect, but on the contrary, it contains many nauseating things.

Over the years, she has relied on her father's teachings to numb herself, to believe in America, and to believe that she can change this place.

But in reality, it's not possible; everything is just so disgusting.

Destroy it... Destroy it...

It was as if countless hands were reaching out from all directions, trying to drown her.

"No...no—someone save me!!"

She screamed in despair, her heroic demeanor gone, tears streaming down her cheeks, her whole being a picture of utter disarray.

Suddenly, a towering figure appeared in the sky.

He was adorned with a crystal that shone with starlight, and wore a long red and gold robe, radiating a dazzling light.

"Pray to me," He said.

Catherine looked puzzled; she didn't recognize who this was.

"I am the Lord of Order, the embodiment of Rules, the guardian of Contracts, the judge of the Law, I am... Truth!" He said again.

"The law...the law...the law has betrayed me..."

Catherine murmured as her body was gripped tightly by those dark hands and pulled downwards.

"Catherine, wake up," He said again.

The policewoman looked up; her lower body was completely submerged in the black pool of water.

"Pray to me, and you will become my judge; all laws of the world will be determined by you."

Judge... law... ruling...

A series of messages flashed through Catherine's mind.

"Really, can I decide?"

He didn't speak, but simply spread his hands, letting the starlight crystal float into the sky.

The starlight converged and flowed into Catherine's limbs.

Eventually, a long sword mark formed between her eyebrows.

A deafening clap of thunder rang out, making Catherine dizzy.

"I bestow upon you the sword of judgment; you shall carry out my laws."

The hands that had bound her had vanished without her noticing, and Catherine floated in her own consciousness.

Before her eyes, there was only a sacred radiance.

Catherine couldn't help but clasp her hands together and bow towards the radiance.

She felt a wave of fear wash over her; just moments before, she had almost lost consciousness, but thankfully, the deity before her had saved her.

"From tonight onward, I will be your sharpest sword."

At that moment, she seemed to have found a new place to belong, and the image of her father gradually faded away.

What American laws? From this day forward, she will only follow her own laws!

"Go." With that, the light faded, and Catherine slowly opened her eyes, looking at herself, seemingly unchanged.

No, there is something there. At this moment, she is standing in the air, with nothing beneath her feet, yet she is able to stand suspended in mid-air.

A light, magical aura surrounded her, as if she could tear everything apart with a single thought.

The raging wind, the stagnant water, the exploding fire, the solidified earth—the whole world was responding to her.

Catherine landed slowly and looked at Raine. Her eyes were devoid of any humanity, only absolute coldness.

"My lord."

Renn frowned, looking at the magic net in his hand.

"No, wait, hiss..."

It seems he used too much force and knocked Catherine's consciousness away...

It was my first time consulting a pastor, and I didn't expect to go to such lengths; I almost turned the pastor into a living saint.

The so-called living saints refer to a group of fanatical believers who have sacrificed their self-awareness and retained only the most basic absolute rationality. Although they are called living people, they are actually not much different from AI.

He had never thought much of those things; what he wanted was an agent, not a puppet who would only obey orders.

What's the difference between them and those lower-ranking angels?

Raine controlled the magic net suspended above the policewoman's head, and under the influence of magic, began to awaken the self-awareness that was dormant deep within.

Catherine was dazed and woke up only after being called by Ryan.

"My lord... Renn..." she murmured, her eyes filled with lingering drowsiness.

A golden band of light connected her with Renn, with countless runes floating up and down within the stream of light.

Catherine is now his agent, and also a priest and shepherd, that is, a pastor.

"Wake up," Raine said softly, sitting on the sofa.

Catherine, who had been feeling confused, suddenly snapped out of it. Her gaze toward Raine was filled with complex emotions, but she ultimately remained silent.

A god walking among mortals? That's absolutely insane!

"Sit down, you've just climaxed."

Raine took a sip of wine, hiding a golden light within him. This was the faith that Catherine had contributed to him, much higher than before, reaching the level of a priest.

As for the sword, he would hide it away for a while longer.

Catherine's mission was not to help him kill or fight, but to be a pawn for Ryan to infiltrate the police system.

No judicial power? Simple, I'll just make laws.

Raine glanced at the intruder on the wall, and the man immediately shrank at a visible speed.

After a short while, only a dried-up corpse remained lying on the ground, and after a while, even the corpse turned to ash.

In the past, Catherine would have frowned and reprimanded Raine, but now she could only remain silent.

After completing all this, he turned his gaze to the television, where the scene on the monitor was completely different.

As the bee-man was killed, more and more people joined the battle.

Catherine sat silently beside Renn, her eyes fixed on the television, but her pupils were unfocused, her thoughts wandering elsewhere.

In the scene, Number One's opponents changed one after another, but it did not suffer any damage.

No, it's not that there was none. At first, these people could still cause it damage, but as time went on, Number One showed qualities that made all enemies tremble.

evolution!

"Damn it, what is this thing?!"

Murphy was sitting in a minivan, using a drone to observe every move on the battlefield.

When did such a monster appear in Manhattan?

What the hell is this? An Abomination? Or a Grey Giant?!

Can someone tell him which idiot from the mystical world has gotten into trouble this time?

"Boss, what do we do now?"

Murphy restrained his anger at his younger brother's question; he knew he couldn't afford to act rashly at this point.

After a moment of silence, he exhaled and said, "Let Steel Bull go."

His subordinates should be able to handle this type of powerful enemy.

Many people thought that he was incapable of fighting, but his subordinates were very capable.

Actually, that's not the case. It's because his subordinates are very capable that his incompetence is highlighted.

But Murphy believed he had other value and didn't need to prove himself through fighting.