Demigod Mage in America

Before Murphy could understand what was happening, he saw Ryan shove himself into a cloud of black mist beside him.

"Ah!!" A heart-wrenching scream burst from its mouth.

In that instant, it saw the girl it had raped, the couple who had been tortured to death, and the baby placed on the altar.

And the boys he had pushed into the abyss, their faces pale as they looked at him and kept walking towards him.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!" It clearly remembered the face of every victim, which is why it was even more afraid now.

Because Murphy knew what their fate would be, and now it seems that it too is about to meet its own end.

"Help me! Help me! I can give you so much! Whatever you want, I will try my best to fulfill it!"

Hearing his words, Ryan smiled, a bright and cheerful smile.

This was the funniest joke he had heard since returning to Earth.

"Satisfied, you should think about how to survive first." After saying that, Renn turned to look at the mass of resentful energy: "According to the rules, he is one of yours."

Three more faces have appeared in the center of the aggregate: a scorpion tail, a fire wolf, and a queen bee.

And now, a fourth one is about to appear.

As Murphy was devoured by the aggregate, Ryan turned his gaze to Catherine.

The policewoman was standing less than an arm's length away from him.

"Didn't you say before that if I ever violated American law, you would arrest me? Do you want to now?" Ryan said, extending his hands.

With a crisp snap, Ryan's hands were cuffed, while the other hand was cuffed to Catherine's.

"That way, I can follow you forever." Catherine had a dreamy smile on her face, as if she hadn't yet emerged from that tenderness.

Raine's lips twitched. He wondered if he didn't have a succubus constitution. What was wrong with these women?

But oh well, he's used to it. This won't be the first, nor will it be the last.

In Catherine's eyes, she had been so ignorant and ridiculous before.

Now, she hopes to catch up with Ryan, but the spiritual distance is too far, so she can only try to shorten the physical distance.

However, she doesn't intend to tell anyone these things; she keeps them to herself.

Looking at the still-digesting aggregate, Renn turned his gaze to the hunting game.

The hunt is over, but the duel is not.

Wade fully demonstrated his formidable sniping skills.

Without any auxiliary plugins, he was able to snipe the enemy. Other hunters could only see wisps of white smoke drifting by, but they couldn't see Wade's figure.

In this situation, investigative capabilities are amplified countless times.

From a gigantic monster, he transformed into a hunter lurking in the shadows.

"What do you think of his shooting skills?" Ryan turned to look at Catherine.

"Very strong." Catherine exclaimed inwardly. If she didn't use her new ability, Wade's shooting skills far surpassed hers.

No, using her marksmanship is a bit of self-aggrandizement. Even the elites of SWAT can't match Wade's marksmanship.

Ryan watched Wade closely, and once he set aside his sympathy for others, his military bearing began to emerge.

He swiftly and cleanly killed the other person, then ran to Murphy's body and took away the precipitated residue.

Raine added a resurrection time to each hunter to prevent them from causing trouble by having unlimited lives.

At the same time, each elite will release residue from its body after death. This residue is a special material that hunters can take to the bar to exchange for bounties or to craft equipment.

After all, a game needs a landmark that resembles a main city.

We've searched and fought, so it's time to withdraw.

The retreat point was the Lexton Bar on 97th Street. During their retreat, the hunters not only faced obstacles from monsters but also harassment from other hunters.

"It's over. This game is over."

Because Wade successfully eliminated all the hunters, some were truly eliminated, while others were waiting to be resurrected.

So he successfully entered the Lexton Bar, where Gehman had been waiting for him.

"Ah, you must be the new hunter. Welcome to the dream world. This will be your home from now on."

The wheelchair slowly emerged from the darkness, and the man sitting in it had half his face covered by a hat, revealing only his mouth and stubble.

The dim lighting around him made him look particularly eerie.

"Who are you?" Wade's hand was on the trigger; he didn't trust anyone here.

"I'm Gehrman, a friend of your hunters. I know you're tired right now. Would you like a drink?"

Wade frowned, his face full of vigilance. Even though the other party did not show any hostility, he dared not relax.

This place is too eerie; he was terrified all night.

"This is a haven for hunters, and also a factory where you use the residue to enhance your weapons or bodies," Gehrman said, taking a bottle of beer from under the bar.

"Are you American?" Wade asked, noticing from the side profile that the person in front of him was clearly white.

"Hehe... You'll have to figure that out for yourself." Gehrman poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of Wade.

The bar's exterior hasn't changed much, just shown signs of age.

Wade sat at the bar, undecided, when he heard Gehrman speak up: "Want to join us? Join the Hunter's Guild."

He looked up and asked another question: "Where's Elena? Where's my fiancée?"

The reason he hasn't exploded yet is that he's unsure about his fiancée's current situation.

After hearing this, Gehman slowly stretched out his hand and pointed to a booth in the corner of the bar, where a woman was lying on the floor, her clothes disheveled.

"Elena!" Wade exclaimed, rushing to his fiancée's side to check on her.

Upon seeing the obvious marks on his lower body, he turned and glared at Gehman like an enraged lion.

"Don't look at me like that, young man." Gehrman poured himself a beer and said slowly, "You should thank me; I saved her."

"Is this your reason for raping her?" Wade raised his fire axe, looking ready to chop her up at the slightest provocation.

"Hehehe, I'm not interested in your fiancée at all; she's been ruined by someone else."

Wade's anger faltered, not because he believed Gehrman, but because he saw the wheelchair beneath Gehrman.

An adult male would certainly have the upper hand if he wanted to rape a woman, but what if the woman was disabled? Especially if she was disabled in both legs.

That's probably impossible unless they have someone to help them!

"Who did that?"

Gehrman pointed to the remnants in his hand, a badly decaying heart: "You've completed your revenge."

Wade's expression changed: "What are you talking about!"

Gehrman didn't speak, but instead revealed his blackened teeth from years of smoking: "Hehe..."

Renn, standing on the rooftop, also smiled.

Want to know the answer? Then join and find it yourself!

As he watched Murphy being devoured, Ryan's smile widened.

It's not completely dead yet, and neither are the other gang members.

"You don't think this is the end, do you?" he said, waving his hand.