The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

What I see before me is a very beautiful spring scene in Philadelphia.

It would have been better if there weren't two men fighting to ruin the mood.

Especially these two men, one with tattered clothes and the other with bloody features, they were fighting with fists and feet, having a lot of fun.

I almost want to smash all this beautiful thing to pieces.

Look at the beautiful girl next to her in a classical long dress. Her eyes are red and show signs of crying. It is obvious that she was upset to tears by these two men who spoiled the mood.

However, the destructive power of the attacks of these two men was a little too strong.

Especially the man with a bloody face, who almost collapsed a corner of the Philadelphia Museum of Art with just one punch.

It was hard to imagine how another man who seemed to be struggling could have beaten him like this.

His fist stirred up a strong wind, blowing down the cherry blossoms blooming on Cherry Blossom Avenue next to the Art Museum.

Of course, if it weren’t for this beautiful spring scene, Li Shanze probably wouldn’t be able to tell whether this was the real Philadelphia.

This is why Li Shanze, a new visitor from another world, lacks understanding of Philadelphia.

There's no smell of urine, no stench of flying leaves, no needles scattered across the floor, no homeless people, no deafening, mind-numbing noise—no old Philadelphian would ever believe this is Philadelphia.

There is no need to rely on the seasons like Li Shanze to know that this is still an illusory world.

"You are the one who messed up this place, right? I'm afraid these are all illusions. Only the Paradox Clock Tower is real." Li Shanze continued to test him while recovering his strength.

"That's right! This is the realm I have developed using my willpower. I call it the advent of the utopia. Here, I am the master of everything. You'd better surrender and leave here. So that I can fulfill my long-cherished wish!" The fake man spoke incoherently.

If you are the master, why do you still need to persuade me to surrender with words? Why is the only way to surrender to me leaving here?

The words sounded firm on the surface, but in reality they sounded like a plea.

Considering that this implanted idealistic personality has basically collapsed.

Now this pseudo-person is probably more of a collection of various messy thoughts, and his only obsession - more likely a stamp of thought, or the order of his master - is to destroy the Paradox Clock Tower.

Li Shanze felt that there was no way to demand more logic from this fake person.

After all, he is not even a madman.

However, Li Shanze had encountered this kind of domain expansion before. The last time was when he was fighting against the doctor Bain Benjamin in Fern Town.

Li Shanze still remembered that it was a confrontation of concepts, but what would be the concept of this pseudo-person, this collection of messy thoughts?

Considering the term "Utopia" and the personality of that idealist, was he fantasizing about a paradise on earth where people could live in harmony with each other?

While Li Shanze was thinking about the concepts in this field, he continued to talk nonsense to delay time in order to buy himself more time to think.

"I've said it before, I'm here for the RV. Give me the RV first, and then we can discuss whether to leave."

"We agreed on this before. That's my reward for killing Calvin Hope for you."

In fact, no matter which personality it was, they all acted as if they knew nothing about the RV. Li Shanze didn't expect to get any clues about the RV from the fake person.

Since the fake man's face was torn off when his left and right brains fought each other, Li Shanze couldn't see any expression on his bloody face.

The only thing that could reveal the fake person's intentions was his asymmetrical eyes.

There was a look of confusion in the fake man's eyes - Li Shanze didn't know if it was because those asymmetrical eyes already exuded a sense of stupidity.

However, after his eyes went through a series of fierce, dull and stagnant changes, he finally revealed a look of sudden enlightenment.

"You mean, the RV that Ben Benjamin built?"

"Wait, what did you say?" Li Shanze, who was just trying to buy time, was startled. He came back to his senses from thinking about how to fight against this field.

You actually know the whereabouts of this RV? Why?

Before, he had no idea whether it was his real personality or a fake one.

"Yes, I'm talking about that RV." Li Shanze nodded and continued to test the waters, "Give it to me first."

"It's in the hands of its master—" the pseudo-man answered subconsciously.

Master? Ha, so there really is a mastermind behind this personality.

Li Shanze was not surprised by this answer.

"Who is your master?" Li Shanze asked, looking at the dazed pseudo-man.

However, the fake person's eyes flickered a few times, and he said in an emotionless voice: "According to the laws and regulations of your location and company regulations, your answer cannot be provided."

?

This answer stunned Li Shanze.

No, you're not even human? Emotion is an AI?

"I don't want AI service, transfer it to manual service!" Li Shanze said unhappily.

The pseudo-man's gaze became increasingly sinister. Finally, he spoke in an inorganic electronic voice, "Warning! Warning! This user has been implicated in top-secret activities and must be killed on the spot."

Li Shanze was very familiar with this voice, because the virtual saint Vivian had the same voice.

Li Shanze suddenly realized.

No wonder Calvin Hope’s consciousness space is connected to the consciousness space of the virtual saint Vivian.

No wonder Calvin Hope can call upon the powers of will obtained from the virtual saint Vivian.

So you two are actually one?

It turns out that destroying the paradox clock tower is not a thought stamp at all, but a logical code written at the bottom?

Then who is your master?

Was it McGee from the Philadelphia branch of Eternal Life Technology? After all, he was the one who led the development of the Virtual Saint Vivian project.

But what if McGee was telling the truth, and the virtual saint Vivian "escaped" from the server.

So your master is the one who helped you escape from the server and is parasitic on the power of the Liberty Bell?

But right now, there is obviously no time to think so much.

Because the fake person - or the virtual saint Vivian, or maybe the idealist Calvin - its fist has hit again.

The strong wind from the fist went straight to Li Shanze's forehead.

Li Shanze was unable to dodge, so he had to bite the bullet and use his arm to block the heavy punch again.

Li Shanze was mentally prepared to have his arm broken, to face the severe pain, and to use the momentum to jump back and trouble Xia Li for treatment.

But what he didn't expect was that when the punch hit his forearm, nothing happened.

Li Shanze didn't even feel any pain.

What is this? Some kind of conceptual boxing technique? But I don't seem to notice anything wrong.

Li Shanze is suspicious.

However, the fake man was even more shocked than him.

"Why? Why don't my special skills have any effect on you?"

Even the inorganic electronic synthesized sound revealed a strong sense of doubt.

"Special skill? What is this special skill?" Li Shanze asked suspiciously.

Although he didn't expect the pseudo-human to answer, who knows, it is not only mentally ill, but also an AI.

I didn’t expect AI to answer honestly.

"This is the fist of historical reckoning. Anyone whose ancestors persecuted black people will not be able to escape it. You will see the vengeful spirits of all the black people persecuted by you and your ancestors, and they will kneel down and repent and cry in pain and regret."

"..."

The only thing more fucking ridiculous than a crazy human is a crazy AI.

"Are you mistaken? I'm a fucking yellow person! What does my ancestors have to do with black people?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. Everyone is guilty of original sin against black people." The pseudo-man said stubbornly, "But why?"

It looked like it couldn't accept reality.

It completely cannot understand why this historical reckoning is of no use to Li Shanze, a yellow man.

But this taste is right. Another one who declares that you have original sin and then sells indulgences. She really deserves to be the virtual saint Vivian.

"I told you! My ancestors and I had absolutely no contact with black people! Don't sell indulgences to me!"

Li Shanze punched the fake man in the face, sending it flying.

Author's words: Thanks to the original soundtrack for the urging votes and recommendation votes

Thanks to book friends 30600563, Silver Thirteen, and Polar Bear for their recommendations

184 Smashing the Fake

Li Shanze's fist had just blew away a few falling cherry blossom petals when the bloody face of the pseudo-man who was knocked away changed again.

To be precise, it can hardly be called a face.

The shattered skull was like a black hole, siphoning the street.

The falling pink cherry blossoms in spring suddenly froze in the air.

Immediately afterwards, scattered wishes floated out from the veins of the petals and swarmed towards the pseudo-human.

Flower petals, dust, and even bricks and stones from buildings shattered in battle, all swirled and were sucked into the black vortex on the dummy's cheek.

The fountain in the square flowed upstream, its water droplets never escaping due to gravity. In the blink of an eye, the fountain was drained.

The pseudo-man's body was also changing. His originally disheveled appearance was gradually returning to that of a human. The suit that had been tattered in the previous fight had also become neat and shiny again.

There is no doubt that the pseudo-man is drawing strength from this so-called "ideal utopia" to heal himself.

Li Shanze was about to press on and attack in order to interrupt its self-healing process.

But suddenly, Charlie's voice came to his ears.

"No, Lee, don't interrupt it yet!" Charlie almost screamed.

Li Shanze was startled, but he put away his prepared stance and asked, "Why?"

"I just sensed the energy fluctuations and finally deciphered his methods. He had previously attempted to use this Utopian Philadelphia to contaminate the Paradox Clock Tower, polluting the historical anchor of Philadelphia within it, ultimately destroying it."

"He was forced to draw on his willpower to heal himself, which greatly hindered the progress of the pollution."

Charlie spoke rapidly.

Then her face suddenly turned pale and she stopped talking.

Li Shanze quickly realized what was happening. He sighed, "So, I'm going to injure him, letting him start drawing on his willpower to heal himself. Then I'll injure him again, and this way, I'll keep draining the willpower of this Utopia Philadelphia, right?"

"Yes, that's it." Charlie nodded, a knowing smile appearing on her pale, bloodless face.

It was obvious that the witch lady was very satisfied that Li Shanze immediately understood her intention.

Maybe this is the feeling of soul connection.

Charlie thought happily.

"It hasn't even drained this virtual Philadelphia Museum of Art yet. I don't know how long it will take to defeat it." Li Shanze shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Besides, what if he becomes too strong and I can't defeat him?"

"I have infinite confidence in you, Li. You will not fail." Charlie seemed to be blindly flattering irresponsibly.

"Okay." Li Shanze smiled, "I'll win and show you."

The lady's blind encouragement was like a shot of chicken blood, which made Li Shanze's heart surge with passion.

At this time, the body of the pseudo-man had been reconstructed. It still had the tall figure of Calvin Hope, wearing a slim and straight suit.

This time, its muscles became bulging and looked extremely powerful.

But the face has changed.

It turned into the compassionate face of the virtual saint Vivian.

It took a stance and waved to Li Shanze in an electronic synthesized voice: "Attack, friend."

Although the voice is the electronic synthesized female voice of the virtual saint Vivian, the tone is like Calvin's idealistic personality, friendly and cheerful.

It quickly summed up its experience, and after realizing that the physical suppression it had previously used was more beneficial to it, it returned to its militant nature.

But this look of a woman in men's clothing and a Barbie doll-like appearance made Li Shanze really at a loss for words.