I put monsters and super powers in America

"Yes... that's the feeling..."

An absolute majesty and will that cannot be described in any words, as if it came from the origin of the soul, poured into Jamal's newly reborn soul like surging magma through that invisible and intangible link!

That will, without any emotion or warmth, was filled with unquestionable and absolute majesty, like the God of Creation!

The huge, obsidian eyes of the sacred beast Rattusx shrank slightly because of extreme awe, and the tiny figure was reflected in the deep black.

The figure rose and transformed in its eyes. It was no longer a tiny human being, but a supreme being that could not be looked directly at, emitting endless light and heat like a rotating galaxy!

The Most High Heaven, come here!

Then, a series of distorted images and concepts that could not be described in any words, were full of chaos and madness, but contained the supreme will. Like a rushing torrent, they forcefully poured into his soul that had just adapted to his new body without any warning!

He "saw" it - a chaotic star sea tide gushed out from the center of the Milky Way. It expanded and devoured violently, causing countless paradoxical geometric bodies to spin and reorganize wildly in the void.

But each eruption was unable to reach the area beyond the third cantilever.

Yes, everything has its boundaries, and you should abide by them.

He "heard" it!

He heard blasphemous flute music coming from the deepest part of the universe, played by countless crazy, winged colorful bubbles, which was enough to drive any intelligent life crazy on the spot!

All living beings, all things, and even the laws of the universe danced to the frantic sounds, changing roles randomly.

Yes, matter and laws are all products of the chaotic music of the universe. You are born into a huge comedy, playing the leaping notes.

He "understood"!

He understood that in that endless torrent of concepts filled with blasphemy and madness, hidden was a single, clear will - cooperation and performance.

"Yes...yes...my great...Lord..."

The main dragon walked up to the huge head that was several times larger than him, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the huge nose covered with soft black fur.

"There's a glimmer of wisdom in your eyes." The Dragon Master's voice was low, but it reached everyone's ears clearly. "Can we... communicate?"

The huge head of the black sacred beast nodded slightly.

"Roar-Woo..." It let out a low roar that was no longer aggressive, but instead contained a hint of curiosity and temptation.

"Very good." A "relieved" smile appeared on the Lord Dragon's face. "Then I will open my mind to you and let you learn our language."

The main dragon slowly closed his eyes, stretched out his right index finger, and gently tapped the smooth and cold forehead of the giant beast.

The black sacred beast also closed its huge eyes, and its huge body remained motionless, as if it was receiving some kind of information flood from a higher dimension.

The live broadcast room of Bilibili was boiling again.

[I… I… what the hell… what the hell am I looking at?! A druid?! This is a fucking druid! And a direct mind-linked one at that!]

[Master... I would like to call you the strongest! Such a cool style! Such aura! It's absolutely amazing!]

[So, this sacred black panther actually came here specifically to seek refuge with him?!]

[Everything can be tamed? I have a bold idea. Next time I see Leviathan, let the Overlord pat its head. Maybe I can also keep it as a pet?]

……

After a moment, the main dragon slowly withdrew its fingers.

And the black sacred beast opened its obsidian eyes again.

This time, it didn't roar.

It simply raised a huge, hook-like claw and slowly, stroke by stroke, scratched the dusty ground that had long been devastated by battle.

When it finished writing the last letter and slowly retracted its claws, a simple English word made up of huge, crooked scratches appeared in front of everyone.

—— NEST!

The White House, Situation Room.

The president looked at the extremely clear words on the screen, and he felt that his brain had completely crashed.

87. Or, try to pacify the giant beast "Wakanda"? (Two chapters in one)

The next day's news was like a depth charge exploding on a calm lake, instantly sweeping the entire world.

Overnight, the minor racial unrest in Charlottesville, Virginia, was forgotten. The headlines of media outlets around the world were dominated by a night of blood and fire in a remote town in Oklahoma.

“The Guns of Greenwood: A Racial Tragedy Ignited by Supernatural Forces.”

The New York Times' headline, as always, was filled with the elitist tone characteristic of the liberal media, tinged with a touch of compassion. The report devoted considerable space to reviewing the deliberately concealed bloody history of the Tulsa Race Massacre and focusing on the shocking poverty in the Greenwood community, attempting to analyze the root causes of this tragedy from both historical and social perspectives.

"What we witnessed wasn't just the birth and fall of a transcendent being. We saw a scar that had pierced the very fabric of this nation for centuries, an unhealable wound, being bloodily torn open once again."

Of course, the focus of the report is still on the characterization of "Bone Blade" Jamal Washington, who was killed in the battlefield under the siege of the federal army.

"Was he a rebel driven to despair? Or a terrorist brainwashed by extremist ideologies? Until the federal government refuses to release more details about the scene and labels all of his demands as 'terrorist rhetoric aimed at splitting the federation,' we may never know the full truth. But one thing is certain: when the arrogance and prejudice of public authority, the desperate cries of the oppressed, and the unpredictable power of the supernatural collide, the result is inevitable destruction."

The report concluded with a close-up photo captured by a reporter on the scene, showing Jamal's face filled with resentment and anger as he charged. Beneath the photo were words that spoke volumes: "One man's terrorist may be another man's freedom fighter."

As for the behemoth that will appear later, liberals are as pessimistic as ever.

Professor Anderson of CNN maintained her elitist, rationalist stance. "I don't think this is a cause for optimism. A transcendent creature possessing intelligence far exceeding that of humans and unfathomable power, why would it submit to human rule? The word it wrote on the ground—NEST—clearly expresses its demands. It's not here to be our guardian; it's here to carve out territory and establish its own kingdom. What we're facing now is likely a transcendent being with political agendas even more thorny than Leviathan."

Fox News, on the other hand, did not hesitate to raise the knife of moral judgment against Jamal Washington.

"The truth! Exclusive reveal of 'Bone Blade Killer' Jamal Washington! A violent and recalcitrant criminal with a long history of bad deeds!"

Their front page, in shocking black bold font, carried such a biased and inflammatory headline.

In the report, so-called "exclusive" explosive information emerged one after another.

From a file that was obtained from somewhere and was said to be from Jamal's student days, which recorded that he was punished many times for "fighting and talking back to teachers"; to several carefully edited street surveillance videos, which were not sure whether they were true or false, in which a black youth who looked 70% similar to Jamal was engaged in a fierce physical conflict with someone.

There was even an anonymous woman with a thick mosaic on her face who claimed to be Jamal's "ex-girlfriend". She tearfully accused Jamal of being an extremely controlling domestic violence man who had abused her both mentally and physically many times.

In short, it is a smear campaign, an attempt to portray Jamal as a thug.

"We've seen that this so-called 'rebel' is essentially a violent, antisocial individual! The so-called 'racial oppression' is merely the cheapest, most despicable excuse he's found for his violent actions!" The blonde female anchor, facing the camera, delivered her closing statement with righteous indignation. "The federal army's intervention wasn't about suppression, it was about counter-terrorism! It was our heroic soldiers who, at the cost of their lives, prevented a massacre of innocent civilians launched by extraordinary terrorists! They are the true heroes! They deserve our respect!"

As for the giant beast that emerged from the ground later...

Fox News also gave their exclusive "reasonable interpretation" full of "Maga" characteristics.

"Auspicious! An auspicious sign from the depths of the earth!"

In the program, a white old man with a goatee, who claimed to be an "expert in ancient mythology and mysterious creatures", was spreading his "latest research results" to the audience with saliva flying.

"According to my research on ancient myths from around the world, this creature, resembling a cat, completely black in appearance, and able to control the power of the earth, was often regarded in ancient times as a 'guardian beast' or the incarnation of 'Mother Earth'! For example, Bastet, the cat god in ancient Egyptian mythology, and the spirit cat in Celtic mythology..."

"Its appearance is no accident! It's responding to the call of our great President! It's a sacred beast sent by God to protect our 'Promised Land' at a time when this country needs unity and faith the most! It attacked our troops simply because they were tainted with the evil, vicious energy of the 'Bone Blade Killer'! This is a divine cleansing! The sacred beast is clearing us of those impure things!"

"A sacred beast symbolizing protection and power has descended upon the land beneath our feet! Isn't this God's affirmation of our choice?! Isn't this the greatest auspicious sign?!"

On the Internet, this newly emerged black behemoth quickly gained its own resounding nickname full of "political correctness" - "Black Panther".

Some netizens who are familiar with Marvel comics even jokingly called the dilapidated black community in Greenwood "Wakanda" as a joke.

"Wakanda's guardian god 'Black Panther' appears to fight against the violent law enforcement of the federal army!"

This topic quickly became a trending topic on Twitter.

Of course, another name that has also become a hot topic is a more mysterious and more imaginative name - "Overlord".

On Reddit, "r/Parahumans", a section dedicated to discussing extraordinary events, has been completely flooded with posts about "Overlord".

"[In-depth Analysis] Have we all underestimated the power of 'The Overlord'? He might not just be a control support, but... a god!"

"Without further ado, let's jump straight to the conclusion: The Overlord's ability is absolutely unique among all the extraordinary beings that have appeared so far, reaching the T0 level, possibly even the T-1 level (because the true T0 is always the next unknown one)!"

"Carefully review all his attack records! The first time, in New York State, he forcibly controlled the dragon for over ten seconds. The second time, in South Dakota, he forcibly controlled the giant scorpion for three seconds, creating a decisive opportunity for the team! The second time, in Pearl Harbor, he also used a simple attack to throw the evolved Leviathan into chaos, buying the vigilantes valuable time to maneuver! And this time, it was even more powerful! He directly established diplomatic relations with a sacred beast over fifty meters long on the spot! A pat on the head, a few words, and the big black rat became as obedient as if it had seen its real father! What the hell is this called? Is this called 'beast taming'? No! This is called 'dimensionality reduction strike'! This is a kind of absolute mental suppression based on a higher level of life!"

"I suspect that the power of the 'Master,' the 'Queen,' the 'Thor,' the 'Fire Lord,' and even those monsters, may all come from the same place, the same organization, or even the same... 'Matrix'! And the Master is undoubtedly the 'Administrator' who stands at the top of the pyramid and possesses the highest authority!"

The above analysis makes sense! Let me add one more thing: haven't you noticed? The Queen and that new white-haired cat girl's attitude towards the Overlord is unconditional, absolute obedience and protection! What does this mean? It means that they subconsciously know that the Overlord's position is supreme! It's an instinct etched deep in their souls!

[So, this isn't some vigilante group at all. This is clearly the 'Master' and his thugs. The Queen and White Cat are responsible for physical damage, while the Thunder God and Fire Lord are responsible for magic AOE!]

[Holy crap! That's really scary when you think about it! What we think of as a 'fight between gods' might just be someone else teasing their pets?]

……

Of course, these chaotic public opinions full of speculation and imagination will not affect the Pentagon for the time being.

The Defense Minister is now in a dilemma.

"Damn it! It's the 'vigilantes' again! It's this bunch of unruly bastards who popped out of nowhere again!"

The Defense Minister, a military leader who was usually high-spirited and used to portraying everything as a "great victory" in front of the media, was now pacing back and forth in front of the huge desk that could serve as a bed like an angry bull trapped in a cage. His crisp dark blue suit, tailored by a top tailor, was slightly wrinkled due to his fidgeting, and his tie was impatiently loosened.

On the huge holographic screen in front of him, the video sent back from Tulsa, which had brought shame to the entire federal government, was playing in a loop.

In the picture, the "Thunder King" Louis Mangione simply stretched out his hand and casually pressed the "War Cradle" mecha worth billions of dollars, which represented the highest technological crystallization of the Federation. The steel giant was paralyzed to the ground in an instant like a toy with the power unplugged.

Another mysterious hooded man, codenamed "The Lord", communicated with the terrifying "Black Panther" sacred beast, which was over 50 meters long, in a way that was almost "miraculous".

"These two guys...their abilities are completely beyond our comprehension."

The Minister of Defense stared at the screen, his temples throbbing. He felt like he was not reading a battlefield intelligence report, but a fantasy novel full of absurdity and unbelievable things.

"According to our behavioral analysis team, the Overlord's ability is likely to be... an extremely rare psychic ability similar to telepathy or telepathic connection. He can communicate directly and unimpeded with those supernatural beings with higher intelligence, and even... influence their will to a certain extent."

"And that 'Thunder King'... he's no longer just a simple 'discharge'. He can paralyze a completely physically isolated super mecha with its own independent energy system, and even directly utilize its own sound system! This shows that his control over 'electricity' has reached a terrifying level, allowing him to directly interfere with and destroy complex electronic circuits at a microscopic level! He's simply... a walking, autonomous super EMP bomb and a hacker who is not afraid of physical isolation!"

The intelligence analyst who was in charge of reporting to the minister read out the assessment report in a dry voice. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the defense minister's nerves, which had already been overwhelmed.

"Damn it! How can we fight this?! We've been working so hard injecting strengthening fluids and building exoskeleton armor, but over there, they can turn monsters against us with just a few words and turn our trump cards into scrap metal with just a touch! This isn't even a battle in the same dimension!"

But fortunately, the great joy of obtaining a "national guardian beast" has largely diluted the fear of the unknown.

The defense minister waved his hand irritably, signaling the analyst to leave. He needed to be alone.

Just as he was racking his brains over how to explain these two "uncertainties" to the president and how to appease the hawkish members of Capitol Hill who were clamoring for "severe punishment of the vigilantes," the red encrypted phone on his desk, which symbolized the highest level, rang at an inopportune time.

Seeing the familiar name on the caller ID, the Minister of Defense frowned and hesitated for a moment, but finally pressed the answer button.

"Atlas, you'd better give me a reason why I have to answer this call." His tone was impatient.

"My old friend, don't be so angry." Atlas's unique low, magnetic, and steady voice, as if he had everything under control, came from the other end of the phone. "I guess you must be worried about those 'disobedient' vigilantes in Tulsa right now?"

"This old fox is so damn well-informed." The Minister of Defense cursed in his heart.

"Yes, my old friend, it's just as you think." Atlas' voice seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, with a subtle, gentle smile. "I did have a small... insignificant involvement in the Greenwood incident this time."

The Defense Minister's pupils suddenly contracted! "Admitted it? He actually admitted it like that?!"

"Or more precisely, I contacted those unpredictable vigilantes through some special channels and 'convinced' them to go to Tulsa." Atlas' tone was as calm as if he were discussing a simple business matter. "As for the purpose... of course, it was to help my dear friend, you, and the equally respected White House occupant behind you, solve a difficult problem."

"Help me solve the problem?!" The Secretary of Defense felt his intelligence was insulted. "You call that solving the problem?! They directly destroyed one of our 'hotbeds of war'! And they let that nigger community and that damn big black rat show off their power in front of the whole world! Is this what you call 'help'?!"

"My friend, please think calmly."

Atlas' voice seemed to be infused with a strange magical power. Through the transmission of electromagnetic waves, it quietly and gently soothed the heart of the Minister of Defense, which had long been filled with anger and anxiety.

"If those vigilantes hadn't intervened in time, if the 'Thunder King' hadn't paralyzed the out-of-control mecha, if Mr. 'Dominate' hadn't used his miraculous power to calm the frenzied sacred beast..."

"What do you think will happen in the end, given the tense situation at that time?"

"It's a bloody melee between two supernatural beings fighting to the death! It's a completely out-of-control supernatural disaster that's enough to raze the entire city of Tulsa to the ground! And all of this will be broadcast live in real time under the watchful eyes of billions of viewers around the world!"

"By then, guess what the media around the world will report? And guess what excuses those opponents on Capitol Hill who are eager to eat you alive will use to impeach you, our president?"

There seemed to be a special power in Atlas's deep voice. Every word he said was like a precise scalpel, accurately getting to the heart of the problem and also hitting the deepest and most hidden fear in the heart of the Minister of Defense.

"Yes... He's right. The situation had indeed gotten out of control. If those vigilantes hadn't suddenly appeared and forcibly 'intervened' with an absolutely overwhelming attitude, the best outcome would have been a loss for both sides, but the monster would most likely have won. It would have wreaked havoc across this land! And as the Minister of Defense, I'm afraid I'd have to resign the next day..."

"So... judging from the results, he is indeed... helping me?"

An idea that originally seemed absurd to him, under the guidance of Atlas' voice full of [persuasive] power, actually became... extremely reasonable.

"I...I understand." The Defense Minister's tone softened unconsciously. "So...what are your conditions?"

"It's simple." A chuckle came from the other end of the line. "First, convince the White House to stop disturbing and investigating the 'vigilantes.' Believe me, my friend, they are a truly transcendent group. Their moods will directly determine the direction of all future extraordinary events. Maintaining a delicate, non-interfering balance with them will be good for you, me, and the entire country."

"Secondly..." Atlas' tone became relaxed, filled with the shrewdness typical of a businessman. "For my contribution to 'contacting the vigilantes and assisting the Federation,' I can... give it to you. You can use it to claim credit with the White House and silence those opponents. Consider it a small, humble gift from me."

"As for the third point, I have a suggestion. Wakanda has proven to be capable of communication and interaction. Why not try to negotiate with it and listen to its demands? Perhaps what they want isn't much? Perhaps they're willing to cooperate with you, Mr. President?"

"What a feat it is to tame a great beast and use it for the benefit of the United States."

"Of course, in return, I hope you can also give me and my company more... trust and support in certain areas. For example, the Department of Defense's next quarter's purchase order for the 'Super Soldier Logistics Support System'. I think our 'Palantir Defense' product is very good. I want to take it all."

"If you're interested, I'd be happy to transfer some of my shares in the company to you at a very 'friendly' price. After all, we're friends, aren't we?"

"boom!"