The man codenad "God," Matt Gray, is a young man with short brown hair.
Now, he has arrived at the outskirts of Lotus City, only three minutes away from the temporarily constructed eting hall.
Under the escort of a group of agents (bodyguards) in black suits, Matt Gray walked slowly with his hands in his pockets.
At this mont, he was completely different from his usual self; his eyes were no longer gentle, his face expressionless, his deanor cold, like an ice sculpture exuding a chilling aura.
No matter who spoke to him, they couldn’t get a response.
Since the City of Sails battle, Matt Gray had been like this.
Although there were no visible wounds on his body, and dical results showed he was very healthy, the dical team diagnosed him with "ntal damage, severe PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder)."
Originally, Matt Gray was a gentle, kind-hearted, broad-minded nice guy.
In the Demon Mountain battle at the City of Sails, he saved many ungrateful people.
When people angrily scolded him with things like "Why didn’t you arrive earlier?", "Why didn’t you save all your friends and family?", "You have the ability but didn’t save everyone, so you’re a murderer," Matt Gray only felt self-bla and guilt, believing he hadn’t done well enough and that his abilities weren’t strong enough.
But...
After the battle ended, Matt Gray’s personality changed drastically.
The seventy-eight people he saved, who jumped at him to bla him afterward, t a miserable end.
"Those who offend the majesty of God will have their guts torn and die in pieces."
After reciting this line, Matt Gray snapped his fingers.
A storm of wind blades shredded those seventy-eight ungrateful people into pieces of at in the sky.
Imprison him and make him serve his sentence?
Are you kidding the cosmos!
Weren’t those seventy-eight unfortunates killed by aliens?
Matt Gray is a flawless superhero, a grand existence bearing the na of God. Those people calling him a murderer are all ambitious, rely slandering!
In a single battle, Matt Gray solidified his title of "God"!
After the battle at Demon Mountain·City of Sails, within just three hours, 152 brands bearing the registered trademarks "Matt Gray" and "God" appeared on Earth.
Casual wear, formal attire, fast food, high-end restaurants, real estate, cars, skateboards, civilian aircraft...
These products collectively covered almost eighty percent of the livelihood sectors.
After divvying up the pie, the twelfth hour since the battle ended had arrived.
At that ti, the beneficiaries finally realized they must face an unavoidable problem—Matt Gray’s ntal trauma, which seed completely untreatable with Earth’s current dical level...
Always with a stern face, never smiling, killing without a second thought after being scolded—such a Matt Gray, how could they introduce him as a spokesperson to continue making money for them?
To prevent this cash cow from dying too quickly, the beneficiaries used so insignificant old-fashioned thods.
Hmm...
In reality, they sent B-level and above Superpower Users to eliminate all dissenters and silence any opposing voices.
Only then did they finally succeed in sending Matt Gray to China, in search of a good doctor for him.
Encircled by bodyguards with supernatural abilities and who had undergone intensive military training, Matt Gray finally reached his destination.
Leave the politicians’ affairs to the politicians.
All he needed was to connect with these two suspected S-level Ability Users, Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei.
As soon as he arrived at the eting hall, Matt Gray’s gaze involuntarily focused on the boy with black and white hair.
Even with his aesthetic standards, he had to admit, the boy’s appearance was quite pleasing to the eye.
These things aren’t important!
What’s important is the deanor and attitude!
He belonged to the type whose unique presence stood out in any crowd, even in ordinary clothes.
What displeased Matt Gray the most was the black and white haired boy with the [Limited Foreknowledge] ability’s attitude towards him: "admiration!"
The "Eye of Jesus" authority exists within the [God] ability.
Matt Gray could intuitively perceive everyone’s feelings toward him.
Honestly...
Since awakening his Superpower, Ma Ran was the only Earth Human who admired him.
Not worship, not exploitation, not fear, and certainly not malice.
It was the rare and precious, equal goodwill!
Thinking of those ungrateful scums in the City of Sails, who cursed him after being saved...
Thinking of his situation of battling alone without any support...
Matt Gray’s affection for this black and white haired Chinese boy instantly maxed out.
The emotion, originally suppressed like a cold rock, slightly fluctuated.
He walked slowly into the reception hall, raising his hand to stop the bodyguards from following.
The cold shadow in his mind eroded Matt Gray’s thoughts, causing him to say things he usually wouldn’t say.
"Conversations between Gods are not for mortals."
"Those who disregard divine commandnts will et untily death."
Nobody dared disobey him.
Even the Superpowered bodyguards tasked with a mission only stayed outside after a complex psychological struggle.
Matt Gray approached the black and white-haired boy, proactively extending his right hand: "Prophet, I’ve long admired you."
His Mandarin was impeccable, as if he were a native Chinese, perfectly suited to host a news broadcast, without the need for any translator.
This was a glimpse of the S-level ability [God]’s authority—Tower of Babel.
"Authority·Tower of Babel," in simple terms, ans...
Language Proficiency of Earth!
He could fluently and freely use any human language on Earth, including languages of so cannibal tribes and rural slangs.
"God, hello."
Without a closed fist, Ma Ran curled his mouth slightly, vaguely smiling.
With just one handshake, Ma Ran felt...
The Superpower of [God] before him was exceptionally strong!
However, his Spiritual Power was divided into two parts.
The cold and rciless Divine part couldn’t be commanded and kept eroding Matt Gray’s mind, twisting his thought patterns.
The humane part, which he could mobilize, wasn’t particularly strong, roughly on par with Zhu Hanyi, who lay on his sickbed. Most likely, it was the Divine Spiritual Power’s oppression that catalyzed it to its current state.
Su Qiangwei, who was being ignored, felt a bit displeased.
"..."
What are these two talking about?
God, Prophet.
Mom, dear!
This style...
It’s simply too cool to handle!
Even as a National Guardian-level Ability User, how could Master Qiangwei not have an appropriate title?
Wanhua Guy?
Unacceptable, too Sand Sculpture!
Grass Hut King?
Not suitable either. Compared to "God" and "Prophet," it sounded a bit low in tone.
She sneakily tugged on Ma Ran’s sleeve.
Ma Ran turned his head, and seeing Su Qiangwei’s expression, he could guess so of her thoughts.
The title [Battlefield Valkyrie] instantly surfaced in his mind. Ma Ran shook his head vigorously: "[Dry Rice King]."
Su Qiangwei: "???"
The girl instantly flared up: "I’ve decided! From now on, my title will be [Master of Prophets]!"
Beside her, Matt Gray listened with a face full of confusion.
These two people...
Are they communicating via telepathy?
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