Demigod Mage in America

Toby, dressed in rags, looked up at the shops across the street.

"Always grants your request? What kind of strange thing is that?"

After saying that, he shook his head and was about to turn and leave, as there was still relief food waiting for him to collect.

"Hey Mr. Toby, good morning."

"Good morning."

I greeted my former neighbor and declined the cash he offered.

He has already accepted it once this month, and if he accepts more than $20 a second time, it means he will lose his eligibility for relief food.

That will be the real disaster.

But after walking a few steps, he couldn't help but look back at the office.

The decor is both luxurious and old-fashioned, somewhat reminiscent of older styles.

"Did I see him last year? Or the year before?"

He was becoming uncertain. Although he had fallen to this state, he had never given up hope and wanted to go back to the past.

Therefore, he never indulged in certain bad habits, but being homeless still inevitably caused him to experience memory decline.

At that moment, he saw golden characters suddenly appear on the door of the shop.

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

With just one glance, he understood the meaning of the completely incomprehensible text.

You can trade anything to get what you want.

Toby sneered inwardly, "How could that be?"

But after turning around and taking a few steps, he couldn't help but take another look.

What if... it's true?

After making way for a speeding car and exchanging polite middle fingers with it, Toby crossed the road.

As for the traffic lights next to it? What does that have to do with him?

Standing in front of the office, he pushed open the door without hesitation.

He has nothing left to lose.

Whether I get beaten up and chased away or laughed at, it doesn't matter.

As soon as he opened the door, he was shocked by what he saw.

Is this really the only shop he can see in this damn place?

Damn it, how did this family survive until now without being robbed?

"Welcome! As your first customer, I can give you a 20% discount. Is there anything you need?"

He saw a long wooden table with various strange objects on it, and a bronze statue standing next to it.

Behind the table sat a young man dressed in a dark robe.

The robe looked extremely luxurious, with a black background and gold trim, and it was clear at a glance that it was expensive.

Raine held no contempt in his heart. To him, anyone who could provide faith power was a high-quality customer; it was just a matter of what kind of quality they provided.

He gestured with his lips, and the chair next to him lifted its legs and ran over, stretching out its two front legs to indicate that the guest should sit down.

"What the hell is this?!"

Toby's reaction amused Ryan; the homeless man actually tried to break down the closed door.

"Please rest assured, guest, I have no ill intentions towards you."

He gestured for the other person to sit down again, while scrutinizing his appearance.

He had a high nose bridge, sunken eyes, and a scruffy beard around his chin.

Although he is now emaciated, Ryan could tell that he once had a strong body.

The chair carried the guest, like a clumsy little pig lifting people over.

"Don't be nervous, guest. I'm the owner here, and you can find out everything about this place from there."

He pointed to the blackboard behind him.

In their own divine realms, besides the increase in power, the biggest change for gods is that their wishes come true.

Ryan created a blackboard and the rules, so that whoever looked at the blackboard could understand the rules if he wanted them to.

Guided by him, Toby looked at the blackboard, and a flood of information entered his mind, making him understand what kind of person was in front of him.

"So... you really can trade anything?"

"Yes."

"That……"

He gestured with his hand, making a very forceful gesture.

Ryan could tell that he seemed to have some difficulty organizing his thoughts, perhaps due to brain damage or a lack of education, which made communication very difficult for him.

Therefore, he had no choice but to choose another method.

[Detection Concept]

In an instant, a jumble of information began to flood Ryan's ears.

"I want to eat my fill!" "I want to work!" "I want to punish the thief who stole my luggage!"

This is Toby's surface-level thinking, and the limit that other mages can explore. But if Raine wanted to, she could dig even deeper into his secrets, even his memories.

However, there's no need for that anymore.

"So, you want to go back to your old life, is that right?"

Toby nodded; he had an idea but didn't know how to express it.

Renn looked him up and down. Rules are rules, and they won't favor anyone.

"Excuse my bluntness, Toby, but if this is your dream, then I'm afraid it's not enough."

This homeless man may not have realized it himself, but in Ryan's eyes, he was actually in the late stages of cancer and only a small accident was needed to send him to his death.

It could be an accidental fall, or a little expired food.

"Why?"

"Because you have nothing left, the only things you can pay for are your body and your soul."

After Ryan finished speaking, he realized that Toby couldn't understand, so he shook his head and used simpler sentences.

The monopoly of knowledge seems to be more serious in this world, especially when combined with the "happy education" approach.

"If you want to punish that thief, I need one of your teeth, that denture you have, if you want to have enough to eat in the future..."

He hesitated for a moment, then said something under the nervous gaze of the guests.

"I want your happiness. From now on, you will not know what happiness is. Sweets and food will not bring you joy. Your daughter and wife will become symbols in your memory. You will only know that you have such a family, but you will not know what their existence means. Your daughter's first call of 'father' will also lose its meaning."

Be honest and tell your customers about the side effects of every deal; it's up to them to decide how to proceed.

"I...I...Do I have anything else?"

Ryan stood up, snapped his fingers, and a three-dimensional projection-like image appeared in front of Toby's eyes.

The projected lungs were black, like... oil.

"You have late-stage lung cancer and only three months to live. If you ask me what you still have that's valuable... yes, your corpse."

Ryan's words struck Toby like a bolt from the blue.

He's dying? He's dying!

"How is this possible!"

Toby waved his hands, his face contorted in a ferocious and terrifying manner, as if trying to refute Ryan's words.

"You know I'm not lying to you, Toby. You know your body better than anyone. This is probably the third time you've coughed up blood this month, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Toby couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough violently.

My palm was warm, but when I removed it, it was stained with a glaring scarlet.

"I……"