Demigod Mage in America

Raine watched Yuki leave, a smile playing on his lips.

Wherever the red light shines and magical power flows, that is the earthly kingdom of gods.

Here, although he can't yet achieve everything he desires, he's almost there.

Turning his gaze away, Renn rubbed his chin. Two hours had passed since he started the game.

Of Murphy's three henchmen, Scorpion Tail and Fire Wolf have already died in the hunters' attack.

And then, what were these hunters doing? They were dueling.

Yes, the demon hunt is over, now it's time to become a hunter.

In the hunting game, picking up clues will earn you a bounty. The amount isn't much, but it can buy you a life, or a chance to revive.

Therefore, all hunters currently active in the BOSS area actually have three lives each.

They initially intended to split it equally, but they found there were too many people, and if they split it equally, no one would get anything.

What would happen if people could be resurrected and life was no longer precious?

Bang! A gunshot shattered the peaceful situation.

Each hunter found a hiding place. Although the guns wouldn't kill them instantly unless they hit a fatal spot, no one wanted to get shot.

With his hands in his pockets, Renn looked down at the scene. The battlefield had unknowingly reached his area, which was, after all, the core target location.

These hunters seem to intend to deal with their other competitors before going to fight the boss.

In response, Renn could only say that while being homeless wasn't entirely their fault, they still bore a significant and undeniable responsibility.

That's too short-sighted. If you want to cause internal strife, at least deal with the external pressures first.

He didn't care, though. Let them mess around. He'd already set a timer for the game, and anyone who didn't retreat by the time it was over would be considered to have failed.

As for retreating with empty vehicles, that's fine, but he doesn't know what will happen in the next wave.

Anyway, everyone who picked up a gun was considered by Ryan to have accepted the rules of the game, and whether or not to continue playing was no longer up to them.

At the same time, a dazzling golden sphere slowly gathered around him.

As time goes by, the color changes from light to dark and gradually solidifies.

Without any prayers or any price, this group of people simply got together to "play," and they provided Raine with a priest-level position.

This made Renn think about the miserable life he had lived in the past.

After all that hard work, only one person, Catherine, had ever provided him with faith power above the priest level.

"However, it seems there is a limit." Looking at the increasingly solid sphere of light, but no matter what he did, it did not change further. Rein felt that something key was missing.

He rested his head on his arm, his gaze slightly somber.

What exactly is missing...? I just can't figure it out!

For the first time, Ryan felt that it would be great to have a mentor now, because having to figure out everything on his own was such a hassle.

While Renn was idly playing with the power of faith.

On the other side, Yukihime stepped out of the Crimson Moon's range, wielding a large katana.

The surrounding scenery changed abruptly, without any transition; it was a sudden change that she couldn't adapt to.

Within the Blood Moon's range, she imagined herself stepping into 19th-century America with a touch of London.

Because many of those buildings have shed their modern features and added a touch of British style.

"White Fox, White Fox, this is the center, please respond."

Yukihime was taken aback for a moment, then realized that the communication must have been restored.

She glanced back at him; Gehrman was sitting in his wheelchair, staring at her.

On each side of his wheelchair, seven heads, both male and female, were hanging.

Without exception, this group of people disregarded Gehrman's warnings, and some even attacked him.

Everyone ended up like Richard.

Yuki discovers that Gehman adheres to the "no more than three times" principle.

The first meeting was for persuasion, the second for warning, but the third time, without any interaction, the scythe fell directly.

And this does not include those who court death.

As the wheelchair gradually moved away, Yuki breathed a sigh of relief; the oppressive feeling had finally disappeared.

"White Fox Call Center, communications have been restored."

After a brief wait, a girl's voice came through the earpiece: "Yuki?"

"I'm here," Yuki replied, glancing to her left and right.

The area has been completely taken over by the military, police, and other emergency departments, and all citizens are required to stay at home and are not allowed to go out.

At the same time, all mobile phones must be kept silent, taking photos is prohibited, and live streaming is strictly forbidden.

Just as she was about to chat with the center, a male voice replaced the cute girl's voice: "Yukihime, report on your current situation."

The girl's complaints could be heard nearby, and a clear look of displeasure flashed across Yuki's face.

"Yes." She recounted her experience, adding at the end, "The woman who resembled Spider-Man, based on initial observation, appears to be nearly as strong as Spider-Man."

The power to kick a person to an explosion is terrifying.

"..."

Silence, endless silence.

Just when Yuki thought the communication had been cut off again, the male voice sounded again, but this time it wasn't on the communicator.

A figure tore through the air and stopped in front of her like a cannonball.

"Is this... Red Moon?" A hoarse male voice rang out.

Yukihime smoothed the hem of her kimono, turned her head to look at him, and said in an icy tone, "If you do this again, I will kill you."

She is cooperating with the government, not subordinate to it.

If the other person doesn't understand what respect is, she doesn't mind teaching them.

The man ignored her, instead crossing his arms and hovering in mid-air.

Unlike Yuki, who stood with her feet together, the man floated in the air, relying on his ability to fly.

"How does that man you met after you went in compare to me?" He had his back to Yuki, not taking her words to heart at all.

"I don't know," Yuki replied calmly. "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave, Mr. Torbjörn."

She looked down at the man in front of her, who was not even half her height, her face ashen.

"You can't leave. You must stay here and witness my great victory." With that, Torbjörn turned and charged toward the Blood Moon.

With a loud bang, Yuki turned her head and saw Torbjörn flying backward at an extremely fast speed, a tear appearing in his cloak.

"Damn it, what is this thing?"

Upon hearing this, Yukihime couldn't help but smile slightly, but the smile quickly disappeared.

This smile was like spring sunshine melting into snow, fleeting and catching one completely off guard.

Yukihime felt even more disdainful, and at the same time, she thought of the young man she had met before.

Although the other person was just an ordinary person, he was much more interesting than the one in front of him.

Torbjörn's face was ashen, and his heart was like a turbulent sea, unable to calm down for a long time.

How is that possible? His ability allows him to deform even a tank when he's flying.

But the barrier in front of him left him with no way to break through!

Just then, a wheelchair appeared in front of them.

The man in the wheelchair made a throat-slitting gesture at them.

At the same time, a figure darted through the building.

"Why did you stop, Torbjörn?" Yukihime held the greatsword, a hint of mockery on her cold face.

"Shut up!"

He charged toward the barrier again.

Meanwhile, Lux, standing at the edge of the barrier, was extremely nervous. After failing the mission, the system had punished her by making her lose control of her body for the next 10 minutes.

Ryan: I really need to control you properly.

Lux: No!