I put monsters and super powers in America

"What do you think about the attack on an air force base in New York State by an unidentified giant creature? Does this herald the arrival of a 'new era'?"

This question, which has been viewed by hundreds of millions of people, has received a wide variety of highly-rated answers, which can be called a real-life version of the "Human Confusing Behavior Awards."

Some of the answers were filled with a carnival-like mood of gloating, and the words were filled with the simple wish of "good fight, and fight harder". The accompanying pictures were either a few homemade side dishes or ice-cold beer, highlighting the comfort of watching the show while eating.

But more often than not, the style of painting suddenly changes and begins with serious "in-depth analysis".

Especially those big Vs who have shining titles such as "Doctor of International Relations from XX University", "Former Researcher of XX Think Tank", "Overseas Chinese" in their certification information, they quote from classics and speak eloquently, and between the lines they reveal a sense of superiority that everyone else is drunk but they are sober.

"Thank you for the invitation. Let me start with the conclusion. This incident is a crisis in the short term, but in the long term, it is another great victory for the advantages of the United States system."

A blogger wearing a blue "Excellent Answerer" badge set a high-pitched tone at the beginning.

"Many people only see the devastation wrought by monsters, but overlook the deeper logic. Why do supernatural beings, whether it's Mothman or the Dragon, first appear in the United States? Why are the supernatural vigilantes capable of fighting these monsters also born in this land? The answer is simple—freedom of thought!"

"It is precisely because America possesses the world's freest, most open, and most diverse cultural soil that all sorts of wild and unbridled fantasies can flourish unfettered, ultimately leading to a qualitative shift in quantity, mapping the 'miracles' that exist only in imagination into reality! This is a dimensionality reduction strike at the level of civilization! A 'fantasy mapping power' based on cultural and institutional advantages that we cannot yet comprehend! And on the other hand..."

The main dragon can guess what is going to happen next without even reading it. It is nothing more than the same old tune of "reflection" and "questioning the body".

"Pfft." The main dragon almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

"They've dragged me from Gaia's dream into reality, and they've touted it as a 'system advantage' and a 'cultural victory'. What's wrong with the Dalit foremen? Can they kneel in any position with a clear conscience?"

He swiped the screen and clicked on another video.

This is a UP host on Bilibili who is known for being "too bold" and "good at defining". He has millions of fans. His video style has always been about a middle-aged male anchor sitting at a desk, using various seemingly complete "materialistic" logic to analyze various international and domestic current affairs.

At this moment, this "media warrior" was facing the camera, speaking righteously and with deep sorrow.

"Based on the information revealed at the White House press conference, we can basically conclude that the United States has successfully mastered the technology to stably extract and apply 'supernormal matter'."

The UP host has a loud voice, he is confident and unquestionable, as if he has mastered the supreme truth.

"The success of the 'Super Marun' project is more than just adding a super special forces unit. It means that a whole new technology tree has been lit up. When this biotechnology based on 'super factors' matures, our current military system, based on information technology and materials science, will become as ridiculous as a spear against a musket. We may very well face the same desperate situation as in 1840 again!"

"So, here's the question. Why the United States?"

Some attribute this to hegemony, technology, and capital. These are all true, but they aren't the root cause. The fundamental reason lies in the unique soil in American society that allows 'fantasy' to take root and ultimately bear fruit in reality. As its official spokesperson put it—although it smacks of propaganda, it's not entirely without truth. It's precisely because of its abundant freedom of speech, open marketplace of ideas, and cultural diversity that all sorts of wild fantasies, from superhero comics to Cthulhu mythology, have been able to freely spread, collide, and evolve here, ultimately triggering a qualitative change in reality through some unknown mechanism."

"Similarly, the emergence of 'vigilantes' is by no means accidental. It precisely embodies the traditional strengths of American 'civil society' and 'individual heroism.' When public power cannot promptly address all crises, citizens with self-organizing abilities step forward and assume the responsibility of maintaining social order. This highly effective model of social mobilization deserves our deep reflection, and even...reflection on certain systems that attempt to control everything but do nothing effectively."

At the end of the video, this "media warrior" concluded with his signature "violent remarks".

"Finally, let me make a prediction. It's foreseeable that after resolving the internal Kaiju crisis and initially integrating supernatural powers, the United States will inevitably use this dimensionality-reduction strike force to consolidate its shaky global hegemony. Time is running out for challengers to the world order. We are about to witness the arrival of a new era, and it may well bring an 'autumn shock' that will catch us off guard."

The main dragon almost laughed like a pig.

"God damn it, the arrival of a new era! It's truly shocking, but I wonder if this 'national master' can handle it."

This video naturally blew up the entire Internet.

The barrage rolled by like a waterfall.

"That's right! We can't be so arrogant anymore!"

"It's over, it's over, it's really over now!"

"Moisten it! Moisten it now! It will be too late if you don't moisten it now!"

"Hey, America won again! And what about Tokyo University? They lost but are still trying to cover up their mistake."

Similar arguments are common on major platforms. A group of so-called "big Vs" and "bloggers" who were hit hard in the Xiaohongshu reconciliation are like flies that smell blood. They have come out one after another to promote the "theory of the superpower's invincibility" and can't wait to kowtow to the American daddy.

Even on Taiwan Island, which is across the sea, social media was filled with jubilation, as if their "American daddy" would come to pick them up in a Gundam tomorrow.

There is an answerer named "Continuous Low Entropy" who stands out among the crowd of demons.

"...The emergence of supernatural powers will not necessarily lead to the strengthening of the United States. On the contrary, it is very likely to be the last straw that breaks the camel's back. Imagine if a member of a redneck militia suddenly awakens the ability to breathe fire. Would he use this power to defend the rights of minorities? If an extreme street activist who believes in 'Black Lives Matter' gains an invulnerable body, would he engage in peaceful dialogue with the police? In a country where society is already deeply divided, where different ethnic groups, classes, and political factions are already at odds with each other, the emergence of supernatural powers will only be like a submachine gun in the hands of a madman, ultimately dragging the entire country into the abyss of bloody civil war..."

This analysis of different viewpoints was like a small stone thrown into a cesspool, which only caused a tiny ripple before being quickly drowned out by a tide of ridicule and abuse.

"Sour! The sour smell is about to overflow the screen!"

"You're just saying sour grapes, you can't stand seeing others doing better than you."

"Poor Pringles maggot, can only rely on the method of mental victory to indulge in fantasy, hahahaha!"

The main dragon just shook his head and thought it was funny.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that no matter which parallel world it is, the diversity of cyber species is guaranteed."

Of course, he is also happy that the discussion within the University of Tokyo will continue to ferment. The more support the better!

However, although it is comfortable to sit back and enjoy the savings, it is still far from the five million wishes required for Gaia's dream "Stormy Season".

We must continue to make trouble.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and rest, thinking about how to continue to stir up trouble and gather the five million wishes...

"Dong dong dong."

There was a gentle knock on the ward door.

21 (Part 2). It’s time for revenge!

The door was pushed open, and Atlas Graham's well-defined face appeared at the door. His expression was unusually solemn, and his usually deep eyes now held a hint of gloom that was difficult to conceal.

Following behind him was Tifa.

The girl's expression seemed a little off. Her delicate brows were tightly furrowed, and her lips, which usually wore a smile, were tightly pursed. Her bright, deep brown eyes revealed a suppressed calmness before the storm.

"Master Dragon," Tifa said, her voice a little hoarse as she walked quickly to the bedside. "Mr. Atlas said... he had something very important to tell us that concerns both of us." She took a deep breath, as if trying to calm herself, but her voice still trembled slightly. "He also said... after listening, he hopes we... can calm down."

Atlas closed the door of the ward with his backhand, then took out a thick manila document bag from his briefcase and placed it on the table next to the main dragon bed.

"Mr. Lord Dragon, Ms. Tifa," Atlas said in a low and serious tone, "These are some things our follow-up personnel found in the safe in the deepest secret room of the White Eagle Gang bar when Louis was 'cleaning up' it."

He untied the string of the briefcase and poured out its contents.

The first thing that caught my eye was a thick stack of photos with rough quality but shocking content.

Disgusting. (I had some content originally, but the Maoke red line didn't allow me to write it, so I won't post it.)

The faces of these victims, without exception, are Asian, Hispanic... illegal immigrants struggling at the bottom of American society.

Tifa's breathing suddenly became rapid. She covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock and disgust, and her stomach was churning.

The main dragon's expression didn't change, except that his eyes grew a little colder.

"That's not all."

Atlas took out a few old account books and opened one of them.

The account books were densely packed with records of various transactions—"Type A blood sample, 5 liters, transported to Long Island XXX laboratory," "One young female corpse, 90% intact, delivered to..."," "Type B kidney, match successful, buyer..."

These evidences are enough to send the entire White Eagle Gang to the electric chair ten times.

"This is what really matters."

Atlas turned to a page in the ledger and pointed to a name.

"Stam," he said word by word, "Harry Stam, current Republican Senate candidate and retired Army Colonel. The White Eagle Gang provided him with 'special services'—including but not limited to funding, votes, and some 'shady' help—in exchange for his political protection."

"And the 'link', or middleman, between the White Eagle Gang and Colonel Stam is this man."

Atlas' finger landed on a signature on the account book.

—Michael Grohart.

Tifa's father.

Next to the signature was a line of notes written in red pen in a scribbled hand.

"The 'bond' must be destroyed."

Zhulong's eyes also fell on the account book, lingering for a moment on the familiar handwriting. Those crooked, ostentatious English cursive words were written by his cheap "Runren Daddy".

"Mr. Zhulong's father was responsible for handling these dirty accounts for the White Eagle Gang," Atlas said in a voice as cold and emotionless as a judge reading a verdict. "According to our investigation, his death was a typical post-accounting murder... silencing someone. It was also Stam's order."

"And Miss Tifa's father, Mr. Michael... his death might not be as simple as 'knowing too much'."

Atlas took a deep breath and revealed the final answer.

"Colonel Stam was Mr. Michael's former superior in the army. It was through this relationship that the White Eagle Gang was able to establish a connection with Stam. However, four years ago, before the Democrats came to power, Stam, in order to sever his overt ties with the White Eagle Gang and preserve his political reputation, chose—"

"Destroy all evidence and everyone connecting him to the White Eagle Gang."

"And Mr. Michael, the only 'link', naturally became the first person to be eliminated."

The truth, like the sharpest knife, appears before our eyes in a bloody manner.

The main dragon doesn't have any special feelings towards his biological father.

That person, Run, is a public intellectual in China. He posts some ideological stuff on social media all day long. I don’t know whether he has fooled others, but he has certainly fooled himself. So for the illusory "free air", "one dollar fried chicken" and "one dollar villa", he gave up his stable and decent life in China and came here.

In order to stay and get an identity, he even did not hesitate to spread rumors and slander the Eastern superpower, but the funny thing is that the beautiful Chinese people also looked down on him and no one paid any attention to him at all; in the end he realized that without the domestic system, he was nothing!

There are already a lot of economists here, and even the experts who advocate that the University of Tokyo is doomed to fail can't compete; either they have to be old veterans like Zhang Jiadun who have been doing the same thing for decades, or they have to come up with new tricks and new postures, otherwise no one will pay attention to them.

He had no choice but to work in a restaurant, but found that he could not endure the hardship as well as the illegal immigrants from Mexico and Latin America; he wanted to join forces with other Run people but they cheated him out of all his wealth; finally he ended up doing cooking accounts for the gang.

What's worse is that he also caused great trouble to the original owner of this body of the main dragon. He was deceived into going to the United States and ended up living in a RV and was bullied every day. What's worse is that he was bullied at school during the day, and when he went home at night to complain and say that it would be better to go back to his country, he would be beaten with a belt by Runren's father.

When he just came through, the main dragon found himself lying in the broken RV, with bruises all over his body from being beaten with belts.

According to the original owner's remaining memories, this was just one of the countless instances of domestic violence.

The Lord Dragon even seriously suspected that the original owner might have been beaten to death in that domestic violence incident; this gave his soul in the parallel world an opportunity to take advantage of the loophole.

Therefore, he really has no feelings for this so-called "biological father"; the only thing that still makes him feel human is that he bought an insurance policy and listed his son as the beneficiary.

Towards such a person, the Lord Dragon can only...

"Hey……"

A sigh.

Of course, revenge must be taken.

My biological father is a bastard, but the only ones who can correct him are the laws of my country and myself! It's wrong for Stam to silence my biological father because of his dirty deeds.

Gotta die!

He turned his head and looked at Tifa beside him.

The girl's body was trembling slightly. Her eyes, which usually seemed filled with sunshine and stars, now seemed to be plunged with two red-hot irons, emitting a cold flame so strong that it almost became tangible!

Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms from the excessive force, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

her father, Michael Grohart;

Before he ended up in Queens, he was the quintessential "good family boy"—a soldier serving his country, a respectable and upstanding citizen, a loving and loyal husband, a gentle father who would lift his daughter high above his head and rub his stubble against her cheek.

Even after falling into poverty in Queens, he only wanted to give his wife and daughter a better life, so he went astray and became involved with the White Eagle Gang.

He is just a poor loser who has been forced into a desperate situation by life.

But even so, those high and mighty officials, his old boss whom he once respected and trusted immensely, ruthlessly crushed and wiped him out like a troublesome ant for their own benefit!

Even his only daughter almost became the target of "silencing"!

A bone-chilling flame, mixed with endless anger and deep hatred, suddenly erupted from the deepest part of Tifa's heart, instantly sweeping through her limbs and burning away all her weakness and confusion!

"Stam..."

A cold and emotionless voice, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, was squeezed out word by word from between Tifa's clenched teeth.

"I'm going to... kill him."

22 (Part 1). Do it with confidence, you won’t be exposed

Jamaica Estates, Queens, New York City.

The autumn sun shines gently through the bulletproof glass windows onto Harry Stam's well-maintained face, which always has a confident smile.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his spacious and bright office, overlooking the carefully tended rose garden, holding a glass of expensive Scottish malt whisky in his hand, feeling more relaxed than ever before.

"Cheers," Stam muttered to himself, looking out the window at the scenery that symbolized power and wealth, a satisfied smile on his lips, "to those smart-aleck fools."

The White Eagle Gang, the biggest worry that had troubled him for a long time, was finally completely eliminated.

Luif Mangione, that damn "King of Thunder and Lightning" who appeared out of nowhere, is simply a scavenger sent by God!

He decided to go all out and uprooted the entire White Eagle Gang, along with the evidence, and burned them to charcoal.

There is no proof!

The shady deals between him and the White Eagle Gang, the dirty secrets that were enough to send him to the political guillotine, are now buried in ashes forever with the deaths of those people.