American comics: They're already gods of light, and only now do they get their cheat codes.

The assistant understood and distributed the documents to everyone present.

A series of horrifying scenes: the ravaged land, terrifying pits, and, most terrifyingly, the colossal crater that resembled an abyss.

At that moment, the assistant's explanation rang out.

"According to our people's on-site investigation, this battle between gods and demons has affected an area of ​​more than twenty square miles!"

These words caused silence to fall over the room once again.

The affected area exceeds twenty square miles. A normal town in the United States is only five or six square miles, and a large one is usually only ten square miles. This area is roughly equivalent to the area of ​​three towns. This terrifying range is comparable to, or even exceeds, that of some nuclear weapons.

With such a terrifying range of impact, if it suddenly appeared near them, it would be almost no different from facing a nuclear explosion.

"Fake!"

"Is there no way for us to stop him, or rather, for them?!"

This was a high-ranking official with a severe lack of security, who couldn't help but shout and curse.

The leader did not answer the question; instead, his assistant took the initiative to answer it.

"Our most powerful nuclear bombs have a destructive power that surpasses these."

Upon hearing this, many people breathed a sigh of relief, and their expressions softened.

"But~"

However, a single "but" instantly put everyone's hearts in their throats again.

The projector turned on, and images appeared on it.

"As you can see, according to footage captured by some cameras, that god or that demon is not a living being of flesh and blood in the normal sense. They are more like special life forms composed of some kind of energy substance."

"Faced with such an existence, even nuclear weapons..."

The rest of the sentence was not clearly stated, but everyone present was not mentally deficient and naturally understood what it meant. Faced with energy life forms and nuclear weapons, which were the pinnacle of physical technology, who knew how effective they would be?

"Could we make contact with one of them?"

"You know, we don't actually condone violence, do we?"

This is another hellish joke; the US does not condone violence.

However, not one of the people present refuted this hellish joke.

"Gods need faith, and demons need souls. If you give us a chance, we'll give each other a gift that satisfies them, won't we?"

Pairs of eyes were meeting, silently communicating.

In capitalist countries, human rights are just tools used to fight for power and wealth in ordinary times. When it comes to crucial moments, who cares about those things?

As long as those two terrifying beings can be appeased, faith is irrelevant, and the souls of some ants are equally irrelevant.

"But who should make contact with them?"

These words plunged the room into a terrifying silence once again.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Suddenly, a loud voice echoed throughout the conference room.

“Our Trump family can take charge of this.”

As soon as he said that, all eyes immediately turned to Trump, who had spoken.

Trump appeared dignified and calm, seemingly unperturbed under the gaze of the crowd.

“I know what you fear and what you are afraid of.”

"Everything will be handled by the Trump family. However, I need you to offer sufficient benefits. After all, when faced with both God and the devil, the entire Trump family could easily become a delicious dessert."

Chapter Nine: When Humans Think, God Laughs

Trump returned to Mar-a-Lago, his excitement making no attempt to hide it.

Ivanka, who had been waiting, came forward and asked, "Father, how is the situation?"

Trump chuckled and nodded, and Ivanka's face immediately lit up with excitement.

Clearly, his father had secured considerable benefits, and the Trump family's real chance for resurgence had arrived.

"Ivanka, how is that one?"

Upon hearing this, Ivanka's excitement faded, replaced by a slightly worried expression.

"That person hasn't appeared for a long time. The last time I saw him, he didn't look well."

Trump's expression shifted rapidly, seemingly both enlightened and shocked.

At this moment, he was finally certain that one of the two people who had fought a tremendous battle on American territory in the middle of the night was none other than the one in his own household.

At that moment, Trump thought of many, many things.

That earth-shattering power, comparable to a nuclear weapon, was it the power of the one within, or the power of the god behind it?

If it's the latter, that's fine; if it's the former, then the problem is serious!

If a mere apostle, a messenger of God, can unleash such earth-shattering power, how powerful must a true god be?

Images of Moses parting the sea, the Great Flood, and God creating the world flashed through Trump's mind instantly.

"hiss!"

For a moment, I couldn't help but gasp.

Could it be that the true gods really possess the power to destroy the world?

"Ha~"

A laugh that sounded both mocking and amused suddenly rang in their ears.

The sound wasn't loud, but it instantly jolted the two of them, as if something had struck their hearts hard.

A figure appeared beside them without their noticing, appearing very abruptly, as if it had always been there.

Badr glanced at the two men indifferently, his gaze deep and unfathomable, like a high and mighty god looking down on the ants beneath his feet.

"Why do you always try to explain the greatness that you cannot comprehend with your limited thinking?"

Trump and Ivanka's expressions changed simultaneously, and they immediately bowed their heads.

"I'm sorry, sir, it was our fault."

Regardless of the circumstances, apologize first; it shows attitude, even if they have no idea what they did wrong.

Badr remained indifferent and shook his head.

"You still don't understand."

"God doesn't care about your unfounded fantasies, just as people don't care what the ants under their feet are thinking."

"But your narrow-minded thinking makes me laugh. You actually want to predict the power of God based on that one battle. What a ridiculous joke."

Trump shuddered; his back instantly became damp with sweat, and a terrifying pressure rose in his heart.

Ivanka, on the other hand, smiled and leaned in, gently massaging Badr's shoulder: "Your Excellency, please forgive our foolishness this time."

"We still yearn for the greatness of God."

Bader nodded: "The thinking of mortals is understandable."

"But it's far too wrong."

"If you want to understand even a little of God's power, God won't mind, and neither will I, but you can't think about it with foolish and ignorant thinking."

Ivanka leaned closer and tentatively asked, "Then, Your Excellency, could you guide me on the correct way of thinking?"

Badr didn't agree immediately. Instead, he paused for a few seconds before saying indifferently.

"In the eyes of God, there are only two concepts: God and mortal. Under the divine, everything is an ant."

"We apostles are like larger ants, who, through God's grace, have gained some understanding of everything."

There was a pause, as if to give the two of them some time to process it.

At this moment, their eyes were filled with intense longing and curiosity. No mortal would be without curiosity about the world of gods.

"God does not distinguish between mortals, because that is meaningless. We apostles, however, have a set of knowledge, or rather a division, that is close to universally accepted regarding God."

"Mortal, Extraordinary, Demigod!"

"The mundane realm needs no further explanation. To transcend the mundane and break the limits of living beings is to step into the extraordinary realm, which is further divided into three levels."

"Extraordinary third-rate, possessing strength beyond human limits, with physical strength reaching several tons, capable of single-handedly confronting an armed squad head-on."

"A second-rate extraordinary weapon, possessing a force of at least tens of tons, capable of ignoring most small firearms, and able to single-handedly breach an armed base head-on!"

"Extraordinary and first-rate, one man can form an army, one man can destroy an army!"

"What happened last night was nothing more than a battle between two extraordinary first-rate individuals."

Trump and Ivanka's eyes widened instantly.

That terrifying destructive power was only at the first-rate level, the first realm beyond human capabilities.

And how powerful must the higher demigods, or even the true gods above demigods, be!

At this point, Bader continued to speak.

"The extraordinary and first-class are not weak, but they are only extraordinary. They have only surpassed the limit of the first-class and begun to transform into gods. Entering the realm of demigods is the beginning of true power."

"Are demigods much more powerful than superhumans?" Trump couldn't help but gasp and ask.

Bader glanced at him: "A lot?"

“You’ve misunderstood a concept. It’s not a matter of more or less, but rather two levels, two concepts, or even two dimensions.”

"In the realm of gods, anyone who becomes a demigod can easily rule over a region, controlling several planets and worlds."

"The two most powerful demigods are one who, in the name of a tyrant, rules over more than five thousand planets, and the other who serves as the inspector of a universe, or perhaps the cosmic police."

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

Instantly, two gasps of astonishment rang out.