novelinnhs Chapter 8 was stopped, hmph ...
Chapter 8 was stopped, hmph ...
There is no time in the divine kingdom, but every moment is agonizing for Luo Huan.
She sat cross-legged in the void, one finger lightly touching the colorful bead.
Her long, silvery-white hair moved without wind, the ends of which glowed with a dark red light.
That was her channeling power into Carl Jensen's body.
It was so close.
Jason's soul strength is already at the top of the Iron level, like a fully drawn bow.
If he just tenses up a little more, the bowstring snaps, and he will step into the Bronze level, where the [Wrath of Courage] pathway will give rise to new powers.
And her "vision" of that world will also broaden accordingly.
Keep going! Keep it up!
"Hmph hmph hmph ahhhhhhh!"
She increased the injection.
The power surged forth like a tide.
then……
It's stuck!
I had already reached that limit, and I could even feel that if I just pushed it a little bit more, I would reach my limit.
But it just won't break.
It's like hitting an invisible wall; the treasure chest is right in front of you, but you can only look at some emergency food and say, "Let's explore the area ahead later," and be powerless to do anything!
"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Luo Huan was stunned for a moment.
She tried again.
This time, the focus is more concentrated, concentrating the force into a single line and thrusting it into the weakest point in terms of perception.
"Watch me hit my G-spot! Get ready to get hyped!"
However, it's like trying to stir up a needle in the ocean—it leaves no trace.
The barrier was right there, and no matter how hard she tried to break through it, it wouldn't budge.
Meanwhile, Jensen, inside the bead, knelt on the ground, panting, completely unaware of what had happened.
"Aaaaaah! Blanching!"
Luo Huan's face turned red, and she looked like a pressure cooker with all the pressure.
She was brutally silenced!
She bounced up in the void in her white-haired loli form.
The milky white ice cream was stomped hard on the void, and the void shattered with a piercing tearing sound.
It was as if space itself had been forcibly shattered by something.
She grabbed her hair and pulled it wildly, then spun around in place, finally crawling on all fours in a frantic, dark, and twisting manner in the void.
Her silver hair trailed out in a messy arc.
"Hey buddy! How could he do this?!"
She climbed and roared, her voice echoing in the vast divine realm.
It's so frustrating, so incredibly frustrating.
It's like a bug suddenly appearing when the boss in a game is down to its last sliver of health, like being unable to sneeze, like being pushed to the limit by a sudden stop, like...
The seizure lasted for about three minutes.
Luo Huan finally stopped, sprawled out in the air like a starfish.
Red Eyes stared at the non-existent ceiling above, her gaze gradually shifting from frenzy to calm.
"……never mind."
She sat up and swept her messy long hair back.
Its body transformed into a small white cat, which turned its head to look at the bead.
The image inside the bead has changed.
Jason's pickup truck left the main road, turned onto a weed-covered dirt road, and finally drove into an abandoned barn.
This place used to be a gathering point for a small motorcycle gang, but it became empty after he arrived.
The barn was spacious inside, filled with old farm machinery and haystacks.
A corner was partitioned off with a waterproof sheet, where a cot, a wooden table, and several storage boxes were placed.
There were five or six broken Gundam targets hanging over there.
Jason opened a box, took out compressed biscuits and water, and sat on the edge of the bed to eat quietly.
After finishing his meal, he began to have a medical check-up.
First, clench your fist, then relax it, repeating this several times.
The veins on the back of his hand are bulging, and the twitching of the muscles under the skin is clearly visible.
He walked to the open space in the middle of the barn and began to do some basic exercises: squats, push-ups, and quick shuttle runs.
His movements were clean, twice as fast as the average person, and he didn't even pant.
"Can."
He nodded slightly.
Then they walked to a discarded tractor tire, which was about 1.5 meters in diameter and weighed no less than 200 kilograms.
Jason bent over, gripped the bottom of the tire with both hands, and used his waist and legs to exert force.
The tire was lifted off the ground, raised to chest level, and then pushed overhead.
He held that position for ten seconds, then lowered himself.
The ground trembled slightly.
Without blushing or panting.
"This is Phowa, this is the Phowa given by the Lord."
Jason murmured.
Luo Huan blinked.
"He's about at the level of a mini-Superman, but not very good."
She could see more clearly that Jason's physical strength had reached a level where he could react to the action of firing a gun.
He can be considered a true little superman.
But that's about it.
They have no power.
Aside from the original [Hound Dog], the [Courageous Wrath] path did not generate any new abilities.
He is still just a very capable fighter; in actual combat, he still relies on firearms, tactics, and physical strength.
"Half-bronze level..."
The little white cat swelled up completely and then exploded, turning into a white-haired cat-eared girl sitting in the void with her head tilted to one side.
"Where did the problem lie?"
Luo Huan tilted her head, her fingers unconsciously tracing patterns in the air.
Suddenly, he pointed to the sky.
"Hey! It should be the extent of its spread, that is, its impact on the world."
It's not that the strength is insufficient, but that the range of influence is too narrow.
Jensen's actions were too niche.
They killed few, and those they killed were all roadside animals.
Their deaths will be quickly covered up and forgotten.
Apart from those directly involved, everyone else would just laugh it off as a normal occurrence.
It has no impact on the world.
God's authority requires a response.
"Sigh~"
Luo Huan sighed and leaned back into a cloud-shaped cushion that she had materialized.
"It's okay, look on the bright side. At least now I know what to do next."
……
When the door to the sheriff's office was flung open, Calvin Kildee was looking at the budget report for the next quarter.
He was in his early fifties, in good shape, with his hair neatly combed, and exquisite platinum cufflinks peeking out from the cuffs of his custom-made suit.
He appears to be a respectable and well-regarded person.
The Kirdi family has been rooted in this county for four generations, with connections spanning from logging to real estate and then to local politics.
The position of sheriff was merely a respectable job given to a member of the collateral branch of the family, but recently, this job had been giving him some trouble.
"Sheriff Gildi!"
Two of his police officers rushed in, one white and one black, both slightly overweight, panting heavily.
The white police officer was holding a tablet with its screen lit up.
Kirdi put down the report and frowned:
"What is it?"
"Something's happened in Port C."
The Black police officer swallowed hard.
"The scene... is a bit horrific."
"A gangland shootout? Or drug addicts killing each other? Or is that damned KKK waging another holy war?"
Calvin's tone was impatient.
This kind of mess happens every month; he knows the process well: send someone to take photos, collect the body, file the documents, and if the media asks, just issue a template statement.
"No...it's that serial killer."
The white police officer handed him the tablet.
The screen displays photos from the scene.
Inside the abandoned factory, Gundams are arranged in a cross shape on the ground.
Gildi, who was initially somewhat impatient, glanced at the object and his pupils contracted.
He saw George Frank.
His deputy usually handles matters that are inconvenient for him to handle himself.
In the photo, Frank is right in the center of the cross, his left arm missing, and his face, marked with a cross, is frozen in a look of horror.
"Deputy Sheriff George, he..."
The Black police officer's voice was dry.
"We confirmed their identities at the scene."
"And Williams Fanta, the leader of the Finney Brotherhood, is also in there, making a total of thirty-one Gundams."
Calvin's face darkened further.
Yesterday afternoon, he personally sent Frank to the port area to coordinate an order with Williams.
A cousin in the family needs suitable transplant materials, and the materials have already been selected.
He is the son of a redneck veteran.
Originally, this matter was very simple: let those Mexicans clean up the mess, claim it was a revenge killing, give them some money, and then send them flying away.
He gets this treatment because that redneck might be connected to those damn kkk people.
Otherwise, these materials would be prepared on the spot.
"What a piece of trash."
Calvin gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath.
Frank, you piece of trash!
If those damn rednecks find out about the order, it'll embarrass him again!
He took a deep breath, stood up, and grabbed his holster and sheriff's hat.
"Has the area been cordoned off?"
"It's impossible to block them! Those reporters and..."
"Damn it!"
Kirdie fastened his holster quickly and forcefully.
"Now we're heading to Port Area C."
"yes!"
The two officers turned and ran out.
Kirdi glanced at the calendar; the election was still a month away.
With such a huge scandal, the family members are probably starting to have some doubts.
"Shit!"
Although the result will still be that Calvin Kirdy is elected.