Zongman: The wrong person on the ground, double Shenwei at the beginning

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and gave a miserable laugh.

"As long as my family isn't affected by my situation, I'll pay whatever price you want!"

Rod's smile remained unchanged.

"So...can you make it shut up for a bit? Stop waving its claws at me."

Seeing the gentle smile on Rhodes' face, the woman felt a sudden flutter in her heart. She looked away, not daring to meet his gaze, and quickly spoke in a low voice.

"You can see that guy too? I... I don't know what it is!"

From the woman's perspective, a winged black monster was roaring and launching attacks on Rhodes!

But each attack passed right through the opponent's body, as if the opponent didn't exist in this world at all!

Otherwise, she probably wouldn't have accepted this seemingly suspicious guy's story so quickly.

"It's alright, I appreciate your vigilance and rationality."

"This black phantom is called IBM. It is a black phantom that can be awakened by a small number of demi-humans with a high concentration of IBM particles. You can give it a direct order to break in."

The woman felt a deep joy at Rod's praise, and her initial nervousness was soothed by his confident and calm tone, gradually calming her down.

More, I want more praise...

Is it because I am about to leave behind this common-sense life and be pulled by him into another abnormal world?

In short, as long as you obey, you won't have to live in fear.

[P.S.: The protagonist's transformation is similar to Cheng Xiaoyu's; he didn't actually become a muscleman.]

Chapter 60 Little Slave Suzuki Jun, Infinite Susanoo (Please customize, please vote~)

Obediently following Rhodes's orders, the woman tentatively gave commands to the Black Ghost.

"Stop! Do not attack!"

The winged black phantom stopped moving instantly, folded its wings, and stood back beside the woman, quietly looking at Rhodes.

Then the woman felt her slender, icy hand being gently but firmly grasped.

Rhodes' tone was calm but unquestionable.

"Very good, from today onwards, you belong to me."

Power of Absolute Contract, activate!

The woman was startled when the contents of the contract flashed through her mind.

After reading it out of curiosity, she discovered that one of the clauses in this almost harsh and mandatory contract was that "the contractor must demonstrate their value in all aspects."

The woman blushed, unable to suppress her fantasies.

Approaching thirty, she still doesn't have a boyfriend due to her somewhat homebody personality.

I originally thought I wouldn't be able to endure it and would spend my life with a boring and dull man, but now this kind of abrupt and forced development has happened, which even seems abrupt in novels.

What a cruel twist of fate...

The woman slowly closed her eyes, imagining the murder scene as a church blessed by elders and relatives.

She was wearing a pure white and beautiful wedding dress, and was shyly and happily about to marry the domineering and possessive handsome boy in front of her.

A happy smile appeared on her face, and glistening tears escaped the restraint of her eyes.

The woman sighed as she accepted the contract, then opened her eyes and chuckled softly.

"I do!"

Rhodes raised an eyebrow in surprise, staring at her blank gaze as she looked at him, and remained silent for a moment.

He chuckled softly, then suddenly pinched Suzuki Jun's delicate chin, brought his face close, and said in a low voice.

"Although they may differ from what you imagine, the women around me are all like partners to me, so..."

Jun Suzuki's eyes widened.

My first kiss...!

But then she found herself instinctively wrapping her arms around Rod's neck, lost in the kiss, and giving him her heart completely.

After that, Rhodes set the entire theater ablaze, and then used Kamui to take Jun Suzuki outside to stand on a street corner not far away.

They watched quietly as the panicked police summoned firefighters to bring the fire under control before quietly leaving.

In a cozy little room, the space suddenly distorted.

Jun Suzuki carefully carried Rod out, holding him tightly in her arms.

"Hmm... It's amazing, but I'm still scared no matter what."

Perhaps because he was in a familiar environment, Jun Suzuki seemed much more relaxed.

She spun around in a good mood, and finally stood shyly in front of Rod 470, stealing glances at him from time to time, and speaking somewhat awkwardly while fiddling with the hem of her clothes.

"Um... I'd like to take a shower first, are you in a hurry?"

Although demi-humans have the ability to regenerate, their clothes are dirty and smell of blood, which is unbearable for her because she loves cleanliness!

Rod laughed and flicked Suzuki Jun's forehead with his finger.

"What kind of person do you take me for? Go wash up. I have to go out for a bit first, I'll be back when you're done."

"Of course, she's domineering, greedy, and incredibly possessive... but she's also a gentle angel who saved me~ my master~"

Jun Suzuki, who had initially pretended to be angry, couldn't help but laugh out loud as she spoke, and walked over to Rod and kindly took off his coat.

"There are stains on this too, let me wash it for you."

Clutching Rod's coat, she walked cheerfully into the shower room, but after a moment, she suddenly poked her head out with a serious expression.

"Master, if the police find traces of recent use here, won't they suspect me?"

Rod stretched, quite pleased with Suzuki Jun's thoughtfulness.

His requirements for women were that they not only had to be capable, but also have to be competent.

"Don't worry, don't imagine the police here to be as responsible as they are in American TV shows."

"And even if they do find out, it doesn't matter as long as you never appear in this world again."

"Your family will be a little bothered at first, but eventually no outsiders will bother them anymore."

Jun Suzuki silently clutched Rod's coat, muttering to himself with his head down.

"That's good, that's enough..."

"I'll head out now."

After saying that, Jun Suzuki heard the door close softly.

The loneliness, as if abandoned by the whole world, struck again, and Jun Suzuki leaned against the wall and slid helplessly to the floor.

She held Rod's coat tightly in her arms.

She gently inhaled the scent, her feelings subtly mixed. Despite a guilty conscience that she was doing something strange, the sense of security that the aroma provided was irresistible.

"My master's scent has mingled with mine... ugh...."

Jun Suzuki's eyes were sometimes unfocused and sometimes lost in thought, with a hint of sadness.

"My world consists of only you, my master..."

Sadness, fear, anxiety, restlessness, shame, guilt... Eventually, after a period of time, the emptied mind regained its rationality.

Suzuki Jun, her face flushed, leaned against the wall to stand up, stuffed her clothes and Rod's coat into the washing machine, turned on the showerhead and aimed it at the water stains on the floor, muttering softly.

"It's all your fault, you've made me act strange!"

A while later, a soft sigh came from the shower room.

"...When will Master come back? I miss you."

At this moment, Rhodes was walking on the streets of California, passing by a huge poster of "Pirates of the Caribbean 2".

The world is now in mid-2006, and the outbreak of the subprime mortgage crisis has made the whole society seem dangerous and restless.

Despite being an Asian man, he had already kindly offered ten black men the chance to be reborn in less than ten minutes on the street.

Rhodes was currently contemplating matters concerning demi-humans.

About 16 years ago, in the 1990s, the first subhuman was discovered in Africa.

Despite being hailed as a hero by the locals, he was eventually arrested by the U.S. military.

Since then, rumors have circulated that capturing a demi-human could yield a large bounty.

The discoverer could claim ownership of the demi-humans as if they were prey.

This is why Jun Suzuki felt no joy upon learning that he was a demi-human.

After more than a decade of research and development, the underground industry of demi-humans had become quite extensive.

Using the immortality of demi-humans for car crash experiments, clinical trials of new drug development, organ transplantation, cave exploration...

In the hands of capitalists, a single demi-human can create economic benefits comparable to those of a small country.

"The demi-humans of this world are truly pitiful."

While saying this, Rhodes showed no pity whatsoever; all he could think about was how to get those guys to quickly generate gold coins.

To date, he still hasn't fully figured out the mechanism by which wishes are created.

But there was one thing Rhodes was very clear about.

If someone directly and sincerely asks for help with extremely strong emotions, it will definitely trigger a prayer. If it involves one's own life and safety, it will definitely be an A-level prayer!

Those demi-humans who were tortured to the point of being neither alive nor dead were simply his biggest ATM!

There are currently 46 confirmed demi-humans worldwide, and at least four-fifths of them secretly endure inhuman torture.

Including those who are forced to hide due to their demi-human identities and have not yet been discovered, there are at least one hundred demi-humans who can trigger the wish!

Rhodes narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The difficulty lies in how to lock onto them."

Recalling the image of Sato, the villain of this world, in his mind, Rod turned and walked into an empty alley, then began to chant softly.

"Your mark belongs to me, and my mark still belongs to me."

After transforming into Sato, Rod took out a dark green beret from his spatial storage and put it on, a pleased smile appearing on his lips.

"Now it's time for the big shopping spree!"

In the next few hours, a mysterious event occurred that shocked the entire world!

Countless shops, bookstores, car dealerships, gun emplacements, large supermarkets, hospitals, factories, and even warehouses at U.S. military bases in the United States vanished into thin air in an instant!

The country's president lashed out in the White House, leaving the FBI and CIA in a state of chaos. After half a month of fruitless investigation, they turned their attention to declassifying alien files, finally managing to steer public opinion towards extraterrestrial technology.

But behind the scenes, experts from special departments were investigating and, based on street surveillance footage, discovered that the same man had appeared near all the locations where the items had gone missing.

His appearance is exactly the same as that of an elite U.S. soldier who had fought in the Vietnam War!

And that man's name was Samuel T. Irving.

Of course, these are things that will only be discovered at least a week later.

Rhodes is currently lying in a spacious corner of the Divine Might Space, panting heavily.

Magic depleted, physical strength exhausted.

His face was pale, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and he couldn't even open his Sharingan. He had to exert all his strength to move his limbs.

Rod was panting heavily.

"Huff...huff...I've never drained my magic and stamina to this extent, not even a single drop left, even in the dungeon..."