Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

"It will rain tomorrow, be careful."

Mina leaned on Kongjiu's shoulder and whispered.

"Don't act like we're old friends." Kong Jiu sighed, his tone clearly distant, but he didn't push her away, letting her lean against him.

A full week has passed since the two returned to Hills.

After Mina woke up, Kongjiu took her back to Red Rain Fortress to meet Eller as a human.

Years later, when Eller saw Mina again, his eyes held an indescribable strangeness.

"He transformed himself using blood magic? Damn it, why didn't those old bastards like Buffett tell me..."

This old bloodline, who knew nothing about his family's blood magic, was astonished by the talent Mina displayed.

With only a few strands of blood magic remaining in her emblem, she recreated the era when bloodline was still called vampire, and accomplished the miracle of turning humans into her own kind. Mina's psychic talent can be said to rival that of the progenitor of bloodline.

But what surprised Eller even more was the subtle, ambiguous relationship between his adopted daughter and the messenger of the Squich gods.

Although Kong Jiu kept a straight face despite Mina's repeated intimate advances, Ailer, being a blood descendant, could still sense the lingering intimacy between the two.

"My lord, what's wrong with my daughter...?"

Kong Jiu's expression darkened, interrupting Ailer's next question.

"Big boy, while the 'continuation' is still with us, hurry up and create offspring!"

This was Mina's last request to transfer the emblem.

"You want to take half of my cultivation?"

Kong Jiu sighed, but ultimately agreed to this absurd request.

Every day after finishing his work and coming home, he would always see a black umbrella by the door. Yingpa sat on the living room sofa and gave him a look that said, "You're quite the ladies' man."

Kong Jiu had a particularly difficult week.

Abel was rendered speechless by Conjugation's arguments and decided to take Mrs. Winchester on a journey to rediscover the land of Amerigo.

It is unknown which powerful figure orchestrated the plane crash, but the bizarre fact that "most passengers were not on the crashed plane" was covered up.

Of course, it's also possible that the Amerigo Federation realized this was a psychic event and tacitly cooperated to cover it up.

For the past week, survivors have been calling almost every hour.

First, he expressed his gratitude incoherently, saying that he would offer up wealth, fame, beauty, power, and anything else.

Kong Jiu simply replied:

"Suit yourself. But instead of repaying me, use the money to help others."

Whether the person on the other end of the phone is an ordinary employee or a high-ranking official, after hearing a refusal, they will timidly ask:

"Mr. Kong, what will happen to my soul after I die?"

This question also stumped Kong Jiu.

"I have taken your souls back from the devil. But what happens after death, I do not know."

This was the only consolation he could offer.

One of the rescued individuals was even the eldest son of a cult leader.

His father was also a hidden psychic, and his tone carried a subtle threat when he called:

"Thank you for saving my two sons, Mr. Kong. I also believe you do not covet my eldest son's soul. But you had better find a way to return it."

“Listen, I don’t want anyone’s soul,” Kong Jiu replied coldly. “But if you think it would be better if your two sons died on the plane, then come find me. I have a clear conscience.”

The tough stance on the other end of the phone instantly crumbled, leaving only the busy tone of a disconnected call.

Kong Jiu deals with such calls every day.

He had already considered that those who were saved might not necessarily be grateful.

Promises made in times of crisis are merely for survival; once the crisis is over, they wish their benefactor would disappear to avoid incurring any debt of gratitude.

A small favor is appreciated, but a large one breeds resentment. Kong Jiu had anticipated these reactions and was not discouraged.

He's too busy to worry about this.

Under Squich's command, the downtown area enjoyed two weeks of rare peace.

According to Squich, the current phase is one of "building up new strength."

Although the Purple Light Cult and the Great Vortex War Gang have not reached a truce, they have essentially achieved a complete ceasefire.

People emerged from the ruins of the lower town and worked together to rebuild their homes.

The Purple Light Cult proclaims that Holy Lord Farah will walk among men to fight against the true evil.

There was even an apothecary in the War Clan named Grob who proposed a plan to control enhancers and prohibit the overuse of them, in an attempt to curb the proliferation of enhancers in the lower city.

Forced to cooperate, the two sides experienced constant minor frictions, and the Prophet Church, acting as the mediator, was extremely busy and overwhelmed.

Kong Jiu knew that this was nothing more than a false peace manipulated by Squich.

Having understood the principles of the Iron Curtain, he knew all too well that true prosperity was impossible under that distorted sky.

The scheming Rat God is gathering all available forces by any means necessary, preparing for a final attack.

Based on the information about the Iron Curtain brought back by Kong Jiu, it deduced several other locations where the concept of the Iron Curtain was stored.

One is a busy port in the central urban area, with a constant flow of goods coming and going;

Another location is the City Hall in Upper Hills, where the flow of people is even more constant.

The Rat God immediately decided to launch a final attack on this most dangerous location.

It also considered honing Kong Jiu's spiritual abilities so that he could become a key player.

But Kong Jiu simply couldn't spare the time.

Although the fighting has ceased in the lower city, the cold wind will not warm up because of human peace.

Some people, after closing their eyes, never wake up again due to hypothermia.

Even on the eve of the final assault, Kong Jiu himself knew that he should set aside the irretrievable deaths and focus on improving his strength to save more people.

But he couldn't stop the thought—to personally bid farewell to every deceased person.

During the day, he was still shuttling between providing relief and collecting corpses;

At night, he curled up in his bedroom and studied the book "The Original Way of Creation".

This book may seem ordinary, but Kong Jiu understood that it was something "without origin" given to him out of thin air by the system.

Kong Jiu valued this item highly, firmly believing that anything given by the system was anything but ordinary.

But after studying it for a few days, he felt it was more like a collection of charlatan stories.

The story is simple: a creator god created Heaven in order to return to the realm of the gods.

To others, such stories would be nothing more than boring missionary pamphlets; but Kong Jiu read them and discerned something unusual about them.

He read the first two sections carefully:

In the first section, God came from another world and created Heaven in search of his way home. After witnessing the suffering of humanity, God accepted himself and was able to rely on the power of the future.

In the second section, God was attacked by villains who misunderstood him, yet he was unharmed, because only those who understand why God is his enemy can harm him.

Upon reading this, Kong Jiu suddenly realized: Abel and Winchester mistakenly believed that they were evil spirits who had made a deal with the devil, and therefore could not harm themselves no matter what.

He understood it too: this book of charlatans, though seemingly a collection of stories, actually had a core message as straightforward as a system novel: "The protagonist has reached this stage, it's time to learn this skill and then go on a rampage."

Therefore, the scriptures in which the church records the miracles of saints are essentially just a collection of embellished texts!

This book is the guide/instruction manual that came with the system after it was inexplicably updated!

Kong Jiu pondered this in secret, but something still felt off.

If this "Original Way of Creation" published by the system is truly a cheat manual, then where is the "leveraging your future self's power" mentioned in it? Where is this missing ability?

He always felt that the story was going in a slightly off direction and that some plot points were not quite reasonable.

However, through daily reading and learning blood magic under Mina's guidance, Kong Jiu gradually figured out how to become a psionicist.

A week. It's gone in the blink of an eye.

Tomorrow will be the day to launch attacks on the remaining three anchor points of the Iron Curtain.

Kong Jiu was assigned the task of going to a small church at the foot of the mountain on the outskirts of the city and seizing the concept of "loyalty" from a saint named Henry.

"Do you want me to help you, big boy?"

Mina hugged Kong Jiu from behind as he was reading "The Original Way of Creation" and asked softly.

Kong Jiu looked up at her, then his gaze fell on the small white stick with a red bar across it that she had placed on the table that morning.

"No."

Kong Jiu calmly refused, his tone devoid of emotion. "After tomorrow, you will have to hand over the insignia."

He expressionlessly pulled Mina's hand away and looked out the window: "Besides, I will not be the father of the child in your womb. Mina, you know that very well, don't you?"

"Look at what you're saying, do you really think you'd disappear from the world the moment you have a child, like that black guy?"

"Where did you hear such a hellish joke...?"

Kong Jiu's lips twitched slightly, but his gaze did not leave the window; instead, it became increasingly complicated.

Disappear from the world.

Isn't this exactly why I want to go home?