Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

What is Heaven?

Under Abby's focused gaze, the 'figure' gently rested its chin on its hand, its gaze fixed on the dim and fragmented sky, its eyes gradually becoming deep and distant.

"Heaven is like a machine."

With a flick of the figure's fingertip, two circular gears quietly appeared before Abby's eyes.

Two gears are positioned one in front of the other, with the outer ring of the first gear precisely engaging the inner ring of the second gear.

The gears are exactly the same size and shape, but the difference in size between the inner and outer rings clearly shows that this is not a labor-saving structure.

"For example, the first gear at the very front, just by turning it once, can make the inner ring of the second gear rotate slightly by one-tenth of a turn."

As he spoke, the 'shadow' lightly tapped its fingertip, and the first gear immediately began to spin rapidly.

The second gear was also driven and began to turn slowly.

The clicking sound of the gears turning caught Abby's attention, and she tilted her head curiously to look.

Immediately afterwards, the inner ring of the third identical gear was fastened onto the outer ring of the second gear.

"And when the second gear completes a full rotation, it can also cause the third gear to rotate by one-tenth of its full rotation."

"That is, for every ten rotations of the first gear, the second gear will rotate approximately once; for every ten rotations of the second gear, the third gear will rotate approximately once, and so on..."

As the figure finished speaking, the fourth, fifth, sixth...

One after another, gears of the same size are arranged alternately on the left and right, like two rows of soldiers standing side by side.

"If an E-level psionicist can turn the first gear once by exhausting their entire life's work..."

The figure raised its head, gazing intently at the end of the gear train.

"That paradise was created around the... thirteenth gear, right?"

"Thirteen?"

Abby blinked, looked at the gears, then at the figure, a hint of confusion on her face.

"Yes, thirteen sections should be enough to create heaven."

"How long do I have to wait?" Abby asked, waving the willow branch in her hand and gently brushing it against the gear.

"This answer is the most exciting part of this journey, and I can't reveal it to you beforehand." The figure's tone was tinged with helplessness as he responded to the innocent, bold little girl who dared to ask anything.

"Okay, then I'll wait."

Abby continued to wave the willow branch, her expression as innocent as a child's, as if she had no ulterior motives.

"That's a very, very long road ahead for 'me'."

The figure sighed softly, saying helplessly, "Although he's already on the path to turning the second gear and creating heaven."

……

How would you describe the spiritual power of this young man whose eyes glow with green light?

This was indeed a rather complicated problem for Abel, who had never had any inspiration in his life.

Fortunately, he is now a summoned undead, which allows him to clearly sense the flow of spiritual energy.

After his mother's death, Abel underwent a complete transformation of his body through alchemy, at the cost of accepting a curse that his offspring would perish within two hundred years.

His strength is enough to tear open a werewolf's chest with his bare hands and to chisel through the rock strata of a mine with his bare fists, enough to reach the depths of the mine where the blood slaves are imprisoned.

In addition to his strong physique, all his equipment was of the highest quality.

The leather jacket was sewn from the wing membrane of a four-winged black lizard, the axe at his waist was the Cherry Blossom Axe passed down from the late emperor, and the rifle on his back was a miracle of the Winchester family's alchemy.

It can be said that every item he possesses has reached the level of an A-grade spiritual object.

Abel, this legendary vampire hunter, was more powerful than any A-level psychic during his lifetime.

After death, they become spirits and gain the ability to discern spiritual power, giving them a significant advantage in battles against psionicists.

It is no exaggeration to say that although Abel was a mortal, after he died and gained inspiration, he was one of the strongest psionicists in all of Amerigo.

But who exactly is this person standing before us right now?

Abel stared at the young man whose pupils shimmered with a faint green light, and a sense of instinctive confusion welled up within him.

He couldn't sense even the slightest bit of spiritual energy fluctuation from the young man.

Any sentient being, even a dead soul, will naturally exude the aura of "spirit"—called spiritual power in Amerigo Vespucci, "qi" in the distant East, and magic in Europe.

However, the young man in front of him had none.

"You're not a vampire, absolutely not."

Abel muttered to himself as he reached for the axe at his waist.

"vampire?"

Kong Jiu stared intently at Abel with resentful eyes, while one hand quietly reached into the subspace.

When he pulled them out again, he had a dagger and a Beretta pistol in his hand.

This was because he temporarily stored two pieces of equipment in the subspace in order to carry the weapons onto the plane.

"Is this your reason for bullying this poor girl, Farah? She has never harmed anyone."

Kong Jiu's eyes blazed with fury as he gripped his dagger and short sword, assuming a fighting stance.

Abel didn't answer, but his grip on the axe handle tightened unconsciously. "Janice, do you sense something's wrong?"

"If it were right, I wouldn't have called you out."

Mrs. Winchester tossed the completely unconscious Farah aside and walked over with a displeased expression.

"I've already told you, a bloodline capable of making a deal with the devil is no ordinary person, yet you insisted on getting entangled with that little girl for so long!"

"I did not hand those souls over to the devil!"

Kong Jiu retorted sharply.

"Do you think you can steal food from the devil's mouth and devour souls to elevate yourself to demonic status?"

Mrs. Winchester spoke with sarcasm.

"What? No, I don't even know what a soul is!" Kong Jiu tried to explain.

Abel had no time for further words; he strode forward.

His movements were as fast as lightning; with a flick of his wrist, he knocked the knife and gun from Kong Jiu's hands.

The next moment, the axe in his hand, accompanied by a whooshing sound, cleaved straight towards Kong Jiu's face.

call--

The A-grade spirit axe sliced ​​through Kong Jiu's head like a red-hot blade cutting through butter.

However, not a single drop of blood flowed out.

It was as if Kong Jiu was just a shadow, a mere phantom standing there.

Abel, unable to control his momentum, stumbled and nearly fell.

A look of disbelief flashed in his eyes as he stared intently at the young man before him.

Did that axe strike hit its mark, or did it miss?

Kongjiu also looked back at Abel with an incredulous gaze.

The burly man with a full beard moved with lightning speed; before he could even react, the axe had already swept past his eyes.

But why do I feel nothing at all?

Did it die instantly and then come back to life?

Kong Jiu subconsciously raised his hand and touched his head.

wrong!

No system notification sound was heard!

"System? System?"

My mind was completely silent, offering no response.

The system has stopped running?

The lingering fear of the axe slicing across his head instantly surged into his heart like a tidal wave.

"Stop! Stop!"

Kong Jiu panicked and hurriedly waved his hands, shouting, "Don't fight! Don't fight! Why do we have to fight?"

"We have different perspectives."

Abel snapped the axe handle back together and swung the long axe, the blade piercing through Kongjiu's body time and time again.

Every strike seemed to hit, but every strike also felt like it missed.

Kong Jiu stood still, like a phantom, without any sense of substance.

"Strange, am I attacking a ghost?"

Abel frowned and stopped his pointless swinging.

He quickly slung the axe back onto his waist and then drew the rifle from his back.

"Even spirits without physical form fear silver bullets. Want to try some?"

He swung the barrel, instantly cocking the gun and pulling the trigger.

boom!

The silver bullet pierced straight through Kong Jiu's body and struck the wall behind him.

Abel's face darkened, and he did not fire a second shot.

The young man before him showed no signs of spiritual energy, rendering any attack ineffective, which caused Abel to feel a surge of frustration.

Is this young man really standing right in front of me?

Kong Jiu also touched his body in surprise, but did not feel anything unusual.

He raised his hand, his mind filled with confusion, but after a moment's thought, he looked at Abel in front of him and suddenly flung his hand away.

Snapped!

A slap that should have been loud landed on Abel's bearded face.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

Kong Jiu rubbed his reddened palm and cried out in pain.

What happened?

Am I not just a phantom?

What exactly is going on? It's one thing that the system isn't responding, but what state am I in?

"System? Are you there?"

"System, open the log and check the current status!"

【……】

[System update in progress, please wait...]

Kong Jiu: "?"

Update successful!

[The new version of the Investigator System adds the "Creating Paradise" feature.]

[New Skill: "Original Path Creation Teachings" (Borrowed from you, don't misuse it)]

The Original Way of Creation?

Kong Jiu immediately tried to activate the skill.

A subspace rift appeared out of thin air above his head, just like when he had taken out his sword and spear earlier.

A thin booklet floated out and landed very lightly in Kong Jiu's hands.

The booklet is thin, but the pages are unusually soft, as if woven from some kind of silk, yet lighter than paper pages.

On the title page, five striking Chinese characters are written:

The Original Way of Creation

Kong Jiu looked down at the book in his hands, momentarily at a loss.

Not only Kong Jiu, but Abel also frowned as he stared at the five large Chinese characters.

But before the two could speak again, a gentle breeze blew by, fluttering the thin pages of the book, and the pages slowly turned:

Part One Two: Part Two Three

The next day, the Lord encountered a group of thieves.

The thieves mistakenly believed that their master was a blood-blooded slave owner who exploited the people and sucked their blood, so they took up knives and weapons and attacked him in droves, wielding swords and spears.

The Lord did not wish to take the lives of these ignorant people, so that swords could pass over them without leaving a single mark.

The thief was amazed by the Lord and immediately converted. The Lord pointed to heaven and looked at the earth, and said to the crowd:

"I do not belong to this world, nor do I intend to save it. Those who, harboring confusion, wish to harm me are utterly incapable."