I put monsters and super powers in America

Humiliation, fear, and the collapse of the last bit of hope in this world instantly drowned her like an icy tide.

"Is this my fate..."

Just as she closed her eyes resignedly, preparing to face the ultimate humiliation, a huge, ancient breath full of wildness and power suddenly awakened from the deepest part of her blood!

“Buzz——!!!”

A pure white light that was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it, like the first snow in the polar regions, exploded in all directions with Jingxue's body as the center!

"Ah—! My eyes!"

Britney and her followers screamed in pain. They saw nothing but a white blur in front of their eyes and could not see anything. They could only subconsciously let go of their hands and retreat in panic.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of teeth-grinding "crackling" sounds, and the loud noises of metal twisting and tiles breaking!

When the white light faded and they could finally see the scene clearly, everyone was terrified and turned pale. Their legs went limp and they collapsed onto the ground covered in sewage.

The slender, bullied Sioux girl has disappeared.

Instead, there was a terrifying giant beast with a physique as strong as an African rhinoceros, covered with snow-white and soft hair all over, and dotted with black stripes as elegant as an ink painting!

Its massive feline head was thicker than Britney's waist! Two half-meter-long, icy, sword-like fangs jutted from its upper jaw, flashing a deadly cold light under the pale fluorescent light! Its once clear eyes had now transformed into two pools of golden pupils burning with cold fury, brimming with the murderous intent of an apex predator!

The narrow toilet cubicle was like paper in front of its huge body, and was easily squeezed and crashed, with broken door panels and twisted metal scattered all over the floor.

It slowly turned its head, and its golden animal eyes locked coldly on Britney, who was slumped on the ground, already frightened to the point of shitting and pissing.

"Roar--!!!!"

On the other side, in the kitchen of a fast food restaurant called "Fat Boy Burger" on the outskirts of the reservation, the air was filled with smoke, the ground was covered with oil stains and food residues, and it emitted a disgusting sour and rotten smell.

A Sioux youth named "Stone Fist" was being pointed at and cursed at by a white boss with a beer belly and a fat face.

His chef's uniform, which should have been white, had long been stained with oil and its original color could no longer be seen.

"Are you a fucking pig?! Stone Fist! I told you to take out this garbage, don't you understand what I'm saying?!" The white boss spitted, his fat face flushed the color of liver with anger. "You redskins, are your brains filled with cow dung?"

Stone Fist endured the insults silently, his dark face expressionless, but his clenched, bony fists had already turned slightly white from exertion. He simply wanted to earn some money with his own strength to buy bread and milk for the children in the tribe who had no food to eat. That was all.

"What are you looking at?!" The boss seemed even more annoyed by Shiquan's silence. He intensified his humiliation, "If you look at me like that again, I'll scalp you and hang it outside my shop as a decoration! Just like our great ancestors did to you barbarians!"

"Don't think you savages can turn the world upside down just by making a fuss! I'm telling you, dream on! The Federation tanks will grind you into pulp! Do you hear me?!"

The boss is the most loyal viewer of Fox News. In recent days, the media's criticism of the Sioux people has completely transformed his already deep-rooted racial discrimination into undisguised and morbid hatred.

He stretched out his greasy hand and pushed Stonefist's chest hard. "I heard that some of you can turn into monsters? Ha! So what?! If others can turn into monsters, can you too?!"

"Don't you have to stand here and work for me?! You're a red-skinned bastard! Your ancestors' scalps were only worth five dollars a piece on the black market! Scalping you is our greatest contribution to this land! Our biggest mistake back then was not scalping you cleanly!"

Humiliation, like a red-hot iron, burned deeply into Shi Quan's heart.

Anger, like a long-suppressed volcano, reached a critical point in his chest!

"Roar--!!!"

Shi Quan suddenly raised his head, and a terrifying murderous light burst out from his originally gentle eyes!

His body instantly swelled, his muscles knotted, stretching the dirty chef's uniform to shreds! Wild tiger stripes emerged from beneath his skin, and his limbs transformed into sturdy animal claws!

The white boss's grim smile froze instantly, replaced by a look of utter horror. He watched helplessly as the young Indian man before him transformed into a giant cat, over three meters tall at the shoulder and the size of an armored vehicle!

The big cat let out a low roar, its eyes burning with anger fixed on the white owner. It casually swung its front claws, and the sharp claws easily cut through the hard metal kitchen counter.

"Thorn--!"

A teeth-grinding sound of metal tearing was heard, and the thick stainless steel kitchen counter was like paper, with five horrific claw marks deep enough to see the bone!

The white boss's legs went limp, his crotch felt hot and wet, and a foul smell spread out. He collapsed to the ground, screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

The most heartbreaking scene takes place on the edge of the reservation, in a dilapidated trailer controlled by a local gang, flashing ambiguous pink lights.

The sixteen-year-old Sioux girl named "Moon Shadow" was curled up in the corner of the musty bed. Her thin clothes had been roughly torn off by a drunk, fat white truck driver.

Her snow-white skin looked particularly fragile and helpless under the dim light.

"Hehehe... My little beauty, don't be afraid," the truck driver grinned, his fat hand slowly approaching her, "Brother will be very gentle..."

While swearing, he clumsily tried to unbuckle his greasy belt.

From outside the trailer's unsoundproof walls came the unbridled laughter of several gang members, mixed with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol.

"Haha, did you hear that? That little Indian girl is about to have her first time! This is the first time!"

"It's just an Indian prostitute. It's a good thing she can sell for a good price! That's all they're good for!"

"That's right! These red-skinned bastards, besides their skin being worth a bit of money, what else can they do? The Fox anchor said they are a bunch of ungrateful and traitorous Bejon! We are doing justice for the people, helping the federal government 'clean up the garbage'!"

These filthy words, like the most vicious curses, entered Yueying's ears without missing a word.

Just when she was overwhelmed by despair...

"Roar--!!!"

Yueying's body was suddenly enveloped by a dazzling light!

The truck driver only felt a flash before his eyes, and then an unimaginable force came from under him. His fat body flew backwards like a catapulted cannonball, directly crashing through the fragile wall of the trailer and flew out!

The light faded, and inside the small trailer, a beautifully spotted, graceful, yet deadly saber-toothed cat emerged, resembling a giant, saber-toothed jaguar!

It let out an angry roar, easily tore the roof of the trailer, jumped out nimbly, and pounced on the gangsters who were still laughing outside!

“No…no…no!!!”

The sounds of torn flesh and the gang members' screams echoed in the night sky.

46 (Part 1). Doesn’t faith seem to be that important?

Rage, like the most primitive wildfire, spread throughout the bodies of the three young Sioux.

But the form of the flame is completely different.

Inside the girls' restroom at Thomas Jefferson High School, time seemed to stand still.

Britney and her two henchmen sat like three terrified stone statues, slumped on the sewage-soaked ground, their eyes hollow and their bodies trembling violently with extreme fear. A foul odor, a mixture of urine and feces, emanated uncontrollably from beneath them.

Before them, the snow-white, saber-toothed beast with elegant black markings simply glanced at them coldly with its burning golden eyes. It didn't even roar, but the deep, engine-like gurgling sound from deep in its throat was enough to scare the usually arrogant girls to death.

Britney's face, delicately made up, was twisted with fear. Her pupils were dilated to the limit, tears and snot all over her face. Her mouth opened and closed unconsciously, but no sound came out. In her trembling pupils, the cold, emotionless golden eyes of the white beast were clearly reflected.

The giant beast that Jingxue transformed into slowly raised one of its huge front paws and gently stepped on the dirty toilet that was almost pressing on her head.

“Crack—bang!”

The hard ceramic toilet, with its seemingly random movement, instantly shattered into pieces like an egg hit by a sledgehammer, turning into fragments all over the ground.

After doing all this, the beast didn't even spare a second glance at the three shattered girls. It turned, its massive body slamming through the fragile toilet wall with an grace and lightness that belied its size. With a resounding crash of shattering bricks, it vanished into the campus's tree-lined avenue. It had merely frightened them, just as they had frightened her before.

Outside the "Fat Boy Burger" restaurant, another more dramatic "performance art" was staged.

"Ah - help! Help! Get it off me!" The fat white boss who had been showing off his might before was now being "forked" squarely on the belt of his oil-stained overalls by a tiger-striped beast transformed by Stone Fist, which was as big as an armored vehicle. The beast had two sharp fangs and was hitting him squarely on the belt of his oil-stained overalls.

He was just held high in the air, his limbs flailing around and screaming like a pig being slaughtered, like a string of greasy sausages hanging on a barbecue grill, about to be roasted.

The tiger-striped giant beast obviously had no interest in him. It just let out a low roar, then took a run-up, jumped, and easily "hung" the more than 200-pound fat man, along with his smelly pants, on the top of the tall flagpole in front of the fast food restaurant.

As for the trailer camp full of sin and despair, it has long since turned into a silent Shura field.

The graceful yet deadly giant saber-toothed jaguar that Moon Shadow transformed into was like the coldest judge of the night. Her sharp claws easily ripped through the throats and chests of the gang members, taking their lives before they could even utter a full scream.

She stood amidst the corpses and blood, licking the blood from her paws. Her golden, animal-like eyes held no trace of pity, only the cold, vengeful calmness of complete vengeance. She ignored the white truck driver, who had been flung from the trailer, shattered and groaning in pain on the ground. She simply growled disdainfully, turned, and nimbly leaped onto the roof of a nearby building. After a few leaps, she disappeared into the dark night.

Three newly awakened "beast souls", three young people who chose different paths, coincidentally headed in the same direction - the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, the root of their bloodline, which was shrouded in war and smoke in the news.

When they appeared at the outskirts of the tribe like three streams of light of different colors, Elder Heishan and Zhufeng were already waiting there.

"Welcome home, children." The Black Mountain elder's voice was hoarse, but it carried an indescribable excitement and relief. He looked at the three of his fellow tribesmen, filled with the power of wildness, as if he saw hope for the Sioux's resurgence.

However, what happened next made this highly respected spiritual leader experience a profound embarrassment called "collapse of faith."

"Well... Elder," Stone Fist, the most burly of the elders, scratched his head a bit sheepishly after transforming back into human form. His honest face was filled with a simple smile. "I don't really believe in the 'spirit of the earth' you mentioned. My mother said that people should be down-to-earth and make a living by hard work. But don't worry, if anyone dares to bully us Sioux again, I will be the first to hang him from the flagpole!"

"I... I heard my grandma tell the legend of 'Wakantanka,'" Yueying's voice was as thin as a mosquito. She lowered her head, her face slightly red. "But... but I always thought it was just a story... like Cinderella and Snow White..."

What made Elder Black Mountain most upset was Jingxue.

This girl, who looked pure and elegant, like a clear spring on a snowy mountain, showed complete and undisguised confusion on her face when she heard the word "Spirit of the Earth".

"I'm sorry, Elder. I... I grew up in the city. My parents... they, uh..." Jingxue twisted the corners of her clothes with some embarrassment, but finally mustered up the courage and confessed in a low voice, "My family... believes in Jesus Christ. I go to church every week... The communion cookies and wine there are quite delicious."

At that moment, the expression on Elder Black Mountain's face was indescribably brilliant. His wrinkled face first showed astonishment, then shock, and finally solidified into a state of incomprehensible amusement, as if he had been slapped in the face publicly.

"I... I just... was speaking righteously to that 'traitor' Atlas. He said he had converted to a foreign god and abandoned the faith of his ancestors."

"And what's the result?! Even the awakening of the 'Beast Soul' doesn't even matter what you believe! One half-believes, one treats it as a fairy tale, and the other is simply a Christian like Astra!"

A strong sense of absurdity, both funny and sad, came over him. He felt that his previous distrust of Astra because he had converted to Christianity now seemed like a huge joke.

"Ahem..." The elder coughed awkwardly twice, forcing the topic away. With a wave of his hand, he declared with overwhelming confidence, "It doesn't matter what we believe! What matters is that we all have Sioux blood flowing through our veins! From today on, we are brothers and sisters fighting side by side!"

Despite a minor "difference" in their ideologies, Stonefist and Moonshadow chose to stay on the reservation without hesitation. For them, guarding their homeland and protecting their compatriots was a more important responsibility than any illusory belief.

Only Jingxue, after a brief hesitation, came up with a different idea.

46 (Part 2). The Vision and Prototype of an Indigenous Republic

Jingxue raised her head, and in her clear eyes there flashed a light called "longing".

"Chief, everyone... I am grateful to the Beast Soul for granting me strength. However... I want to find the Extraordinary Vigilantes."

"I saw it on TV, on the Internet... They not only protected our Sioux tribe, but also those ordinary, defenseless people against those terrible monsters and disasters. That Lightning King, that Fire Master... and that masked sister..."

Her voice paused, her cheeks flushed slightly, and there was a hint of uncontrollable admiration in her tone.

"Especially...especially that 'Controller' who, in order to protect everyone, was willing to exhaust his own life force to forcibly control the giant beast... I want...I want to be like them."

The main dragon, who was recuperating in the tent, suddenly heard a series of pleasant prompt sounds in his mind.

[+100 Willpower, derived from Jingxue's admiration, yearning, and strong determination to follow! ]

"Wow! Here comes another one!"

The main dragon almost jumped out of the bed.

"Of course! Jingxue, this little girl, has a bright future! She knows how to keep up with the organization and actively move closer to the core! Unlike the other two, who only know how to stay in the Novice Village and act like the king of the mountain."

"Interesting." He stroked his chin and smiled maliciously. "With one more little fangirl, wouldn't the power of wish power generated by pretending to be awesome double in the future?!"

“This time it took off on the spot!”

When the Lord Dragon was happily planning his "willpower income increase plan" which was full of evil taste, the cell phone of the Black Mountain Chief suddenly vibrated.

It was Atlas calling.

On the other end of the phone, Atlas' voice was steady and powerful, full of the tone of business negotiations.

"Montenegro, let's have a frank talk."

"I've already sounded out the White House's bottom line. They absolutely will not agree to your public demand for 'complete and total autonomy.' That would be tantamount to carving out a piece of America's territory, and it would be unacceptable both legally and on the basis of public opinion."

"However, if 'complete autonomy' is not publicized, there is room for us to operate."

"First, funding. I'll use my connections on Capitol Hill to lobby several key congressmen and find a way to get that 'special infrastructure funding' released to you ahead of schedule and in full. This money can solve your tribe's most pressing livelihood issues right now."

"Secondly, regarding the right to public security. I can convince the White House to agree to your forming a tribal police force managed by the Sioux themselves, with their own appointed officers. However, this force must nominally be under the leadership and supervision of the state police system and be affiliated with them. This is a matter of face, and also the bottom line."

"Finally, and most importantly, land rights." Atlas paused before offering his final bargaining chip. "I can help you secure the ownership of the subsurface of your reservation, legally establishing it as permanent Sioux property. However, you must also make corresponding concessions—agree to allow me and a few 'friends' behind the White House to invest in and develop your land."

"Of course, don't worry. These aren't environmentally damaging projects like oil pipelines," Atlas said with a touch of businessman shrewdness. "They're all absolutely green and environmentally friendly projects that will generate a lot of jobs and tax revenue for you."

On the other end of the phone, Elder Black Mountain fell silent.

He knew that this was the best offer Atlas could get.

"Hmph, the federal government has already done something about this. However, we can temporarily agree to this until the situation changes."

"Extraordinary people have already appeared one after another. When many extraordinary people emerge in the future and turn this invader's country into a mess, it won't be too late for us to wait for the opportunity to act!"

In Montenegro's mind, a "Native American Republic" spanning several states has already taken shape; in fact, if Atlas's plan succeeds, this so-called "Native American Republic" has already been established in a sense, judging from the reservation where the Montenegro chief is located.

After all, law enforcement and legislative powers have been delegated to the Sioux on the reservation, and so-called Sioux law must be governed by the Constitution.

The constitution of the United States is two hundred years old. Not to mention slavery, the integration of church and state, or even independent diplomatic and tariff rights, as long as you find good constitutional scholars and pay them enough, these scholars can dig out articles or cases from the archives to make it legal!

But now, the Black Mountain Chief understood that it was not the time to reveal his thoughts.

Finally, he sighed deeply and spoke hoarsely.

"Okay... I agree with you... Let's give it a try."