I put monsters and super powers in America

Seeing that it was the main dragon, she breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door completely.

Today, Tifa was wearing a pink, loose cotton home outfit with a cute cartoon rabbit pattern printed on it. The long sleeves almost covered the back of her hands, and her trouser legs were also baggy. At this moment, she had less of the heroic spirit of a cheerleader, and more of the cuteness and softness of a girl next door.

Her long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her unmade-up cheeks had a healthy blush, and her bright eyes looked even softer because she was at home.

"Come in!" Tifa turned sideways and let the main dragon walk into the apartment.

This is a small apartment, about 40 square meters, with two bedrooms and a living room.

The living room was exceptionally tidy and clean, even somewhat "minimalist" - a half-worn fabric sofa, a wooden box serving as a coffee table, and a small old TV in the corner.

The walls were a dull white, without any posters or decorative paintings, but the bookshelves were neatly stacked with textbooks and exercise books.

The style of the entire room is completely different from that of an ordinary seventeen-year-old girl's bedroom. There are no fancy dolls, celebrity posters, or a wide variety of cosmetics.

"Sit anywhere you want," Tifa pointed to the sofa, then turned and walked into the kitchen, "I'll get you some fruit."

The main dragon sat down on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the wooden box that served as a coffee table.

There were some colorful papers scattered on the box. Upon closer inspection, they were all flyers advertising for part-time and temporary jobs—fast food restaurant waiters, supermarket stockers, community cleaners…

Tifa came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of washed apples and bananas with an apologetic smile on her face. "I don't have anything good to offer you at home, please don't mind."

She placed the fruit plate on the wooden box and casually gathered the recruitment advertisements with her hands, as if she didn't want the main dragon to notice.

"Actually, my parents left this apartment to me after they passed away." Tifa sat down on the small stool across from the main dragon, twisting her fingers together nervously. Her eyes dropped, and her voice softened. "Luckily, the house here isn't worth much, and I'm a minor, so I've never had to pay inheritance or property taxes."

"But... I turned adult this year, and the property tax bill has arrived, so..."

She raised her head, forced a smile, and said in a casual tone: "It's okay! I can work and earn money!"

After she finished speaking, she seemed to remember something, her eyes lit up, and she looked at Lord Dragon with a hint of anticipation and asked, "By the way, Lord Dragon, don't always live in that shabby RV. It's small and unsafe. Look, I have two rooms at home, and one is empty anyway. Why don't you move in and live with me?"

The dragon master picked up an apple and tossed it in his hand: "I'll think about it."

Although the RV was old and worn out, it was the only legacy left by the original owner's cheap "Runren" father.

"Come to think of it," Zhu Long mumbled after taking a bite of his apple, "my dad's pretty weird, too. He's an economics professor at the University of Tokyo. He was living a good life, but he insisted on believing all that nonsense about 'fried chicken for a dollar, free housing, and buying out an entire restaurant after just two years of washing dishes.'"

He shook his head, a hint of mockery in his tone. "Plus, I read all sorts of negative news about the University of Tokyo all the time, and I felt that the University of Tokyo was no place for people, and that democratic and free America was the true beacon of humanity, so I came here."

"What happened?" Zhulong lamented. "On the way across the border, he was robbed of half his money by a human trafficker, and then he was ripped off by the so-called 'compatriot mutual aid association' here. In the end, he was left penniless and forced to wash dishes in a restaurant kitchen until his fingers turned white. He couldn't endure any more hardship than the Mexicans. In the end, to make more money in a respectable manner, he even took a risk and went to work for a mafia-style organization like the White Eagle Gang to cook the books."

"I used to argue with him a lot, saying he had a good life back home, but he had to come here and suffer like this." When I brought this up, he'd say, "'Confucius said: Poverty and humbleness cannot change! The poverty of democracy and freedom is a hundred times nobler than the wealth of autocracy!' And then he'd beat me with a belt, making me spin around on the floor."

Tifa listened quietly, her bright eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. "I don't understand at all... I haven't felt the benefits of democracy and freedom. Instead, my family has suffered from both the Republican and Democratic parties."

Her voice deepened, carrying a lingering sadness. "My dad was a Marine. He fought in Iraq, shed blood for this country, and even lost a leg. But when he got discharged, all his veteran benefits were ripped off by the financial vampires on Wall Street during that damn financial crisis during the Obama era. We had to move from a relatively decent neighborhood to this hellhole."

"Later," Tifa took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress those painful memories, "he followed the White Eagle Gang to get involved in the Capitol Hill incident for the resigning Republican president... and then, he died there. Although, that guy has been re-elected now." Her voice was full of sarcasm and helplessness.

The master dragon's gaze narrowed slightly.

His father was involved with the White Eagle Gang, and Tifa's father was also a member of the White Eagle Gang... Could it be that the 100 points of "fear and anger" contributed by Tim Rollins, the current leader of the White Eagle Gang that day was because he was worried that they had learned some secrets that they shouldn't know from their respective fathers?

So, what will they do next?

A cold word slashed through the Lord Dragon's mind like a sharp blade—

"Kill and silence!"

Almost at the same moment when this thought flashed through the main dragon's mind, a rapid reminder of the power of will sounded in his mind!

[+100 willpower, from the murderous intent of White Eagle Gang assassin Kent.]

[+100 willpower, from the murderous intent of White Eagle Gang assassin Farrell.]

at the same time--

"boom!!"

With a loud bang, the flimsy wooden door of Tifa's apartment was violently kicked open from the outside, sending sawdust flying everywhere!

9 (Part 2). The Tyrant's Power

"boom!!"

With a loud bang, the flimsy wooden door of Tifa's apartment was violently kicked open from the outside, sending sawdust flying everywhere!

Immediately afterwards...

“Thump, thump, thump—!”

Tongues of flame spewed out from the open doorway, and dense bullets swept towards the living room like the scythe of the god of death!

In a flash, the main dragon didn't hesitate at all, and pounced out like a cheetah, holding Tifa, who was still in a state of shock, tightly under his body!

"Puff puff!"

Several burning bullets tore through the main dragon's back, leaving behind a spray of blood!

But in fact, although he was bleeding, he didn't feel any particular pain.

Tyrant's Shadow gave him speed and strength, and also increased his physical strength accordingly; not to mention, he also had the ability of "fast healing", and the healing function began to take effect the moment the bullet entered his body.

He can even control his healing speed, allowing the bullet to remain in the muscle instead of being "pushed" out by the new tissue during healing, exposing his own strength.

Besides, he has more important things to do!

[The skills 'Quick Heal' and 'Tyrant's Glimpse' have been given to Tifa Grohart.]

Tifa looked at the main dragon pressing on her in panic. She found that the boy's body was trembling slightly, and the warm blood soaked her clothes. The strong smell of blood stimulated her nerves.

"Master Dragon!!"

A roar like that of a wounded lioness burst out from Tifa's mouth!

A flash of blood red appeared in her eyes, and the primitive, violent anger instantly swallowed up all fear and reason!

At the same time, an indescribable force surged from deep within his body like a volcanic eruption, filling every limb and bone! His body, originally frozen by fear and grief, was now filled with explosive strength and incredible agility!

She could even clearly feel the trajectory of the bullet cutting through the air!

She gently pushed away the main dragon that was pressing on her body, and jumped up from the ground with a somersault!

At the door, two masked and armed men were grinning and preparing to pull the trigger again.

"Go to hell! Force eat!"

But Tifa's figure in their eyes suddenly became blurry!

"what?!"

Before they could react, Tifa had already turned into an afterimage that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, and rushed in front of one of the gunmen at a speed beyond human limits!

“Bang—Crack!”

Without any fancy moves, Tifa's fist, wrapped in the sleeve of her pink home clothes, hit the gunman's head with the force of thunder!

The gunman didn't even have time to scream before his head exploded instantly like a watermelon hit by a speeding truck!

Red, white, mixed with broken skulls, splashed around like festive fireworks!

The headless corpse swayed and then collapsed to the ground.

The other gunman was terrified by the bloody and horrific scene before him. He subconsciously wanted to turn the gun around, but it was too late.

Tifa didn't even look at the corpse. Her body spun like a top, and her long and powerful right leg swept out with a sharp roar that tore through the air!

"boom!"

With a dull thud, the second gunman seemed to be hit head-on by an out-of-control locomotive. His body flew out like a broken sack, shattering the living room window glass. With flying glass fragments and a short scream, he flew out of the third-floor apartment window and disappeared on the street below, leaving only a parabola that was getting farther and farther away and the dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Blood, minced meat, and the strong smell of gunpowder instantly filled the entire small living room.

Tifa stood in the ruins, breathing slightly, her usually gentle and bright dark brown eyes now flashing with a frightening, beast-like fierceness.

She looked down at her pink sleeve stained with the enemy's brains and blood, then looked at her slender hands that were full of explosive power, an expression of disbelief on her face.

But she didn't have time to think about it, and immediately turned around and pounced on the main dragon.

"Master Dragon! Master Dragon, how are you?!" She shouted anxiously, her voice tearful, and tried frantically to help him up.

The main dragon "weakly" opened his eyes, his face "pale", "blood foam" at the corners of his mouth, and looked at Tifa, forcing a smile with difficulty: "I... I..."

"do not die!"

"do not leave Me!"

"I beg you!"

The girl's tears fell and landed on the main dragon.

Along with the fear and sadness of losing an important person, there is another force - gentle, broad, and as if it has traveled through billions of years just to dance with her wishes!

"At this time..."

She looked at the green fluorescence flashing at her fingertips in surprise, and her hand seemed to be pulled by a gentle force and reached towards the main dragon's wound.

"Om..."

As Tifa's hands touched the hideous gunshot wounds on the dragon's back, a warm and gentle energy surged from her palms, moistening the dragon's wounds like spring rain. The bullet holes, once deep enough to see the bone, began to heal, stop bleeding, and form scabs at a visible speed...

The main dragon looked at Tifa with "surprise" as his wounds miraculously healed in her hands, and then looked at Tifa with "surprise" again.

Tifa was also stunned. She stared at her hands, then looked at the main dragon's back which was intact, her face full of disbelief.

"I... I can cure you?" she murmured to herself, and then great joy surged in her heart.

"You...you're okay! You don't have to die! That's great!"

She hugged the main dragon tightly with joy and fear of regaining what she had lost.

After a long while, the dragon finally struggled to break free from the girl's embrace, stretched his muscles, and pretended to be relieved to have survived a disaster: "Tifa! You saved me! You are so amazing!"

"But we have to get out of this damn place first!"

The apartment was in a mess and it was obvious that it was no longer possible to stay there.

"Let's go!" The main dragon took Tifa's hand.

Tifa nodded, supported the main dragon who was still in a "weak" state, and staggered out of the apartment that had just experienced a bloody massacre.

The corridor was in chaos, with screams, cries, and sirens coming from far away.

Tifa looked at the apocalyptic scene before her, feeling lost for a moment. She didn't know where to go next, nor did she know what the future would hold.

Just then, a slight "buzzing" sound came from above my head.

A small drone with flashing red and blue warning lights slowly landed in front of them.

A processed, slightly hoarse, deep male voice came from the speaker below the drone:

"Ahaha, another glorious evolver!"

Author's message

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Chapter 9 has been overhauled. Chapter 9 (Part 1) contains new content that wasn't previously available. Chapter 9 (Part 2) contains the same content as Chapter 9 (Part 1), while Chapter 9 (Part 3) contains the same content as Chapter 9 (Part 1). If you see content in Chapter 9 (Part 1) that's the same as before, or if it's duplicated, refresh Chapter 9 (Part 1).

10. [Fist] [USA] [Fire]

The drone led the way, and the main dragon and Tifa were taken through twists and turns to the exit of a narrow alley filled with garbage cans.

In sharp contrast to the dirtiness and dilapidation inside the alley, there is a shiny black luxury car with smooth lines parked at the entrance of the alley - Maybach S680, the same model as Golden Sun.

In the sunlight, the car body reflects a dazzling luster, exuding a majesty and luxury that is incompatible with the surrounding environment.

"Clap!"

The rear door opened automatically.

Inside the car, Atlas Graham sat upright, his deep gaze falling on the Lord Dragon and Tifa through the window, with an elusive smile on the corner of his mouth.

He nodded slightly, his voice calm and magnetic: "Get in the car, both of you. This is not the place to talk."

The main dragon was not particularly surprised by Atlas' appearance. He glanced at Tifa. The girl's face was still flushed from the fierce battle and a little frightened. Her bright dark brown eyes were full of confusion.

The main dragon took Tifa's hand and bent down first to get into the spacious and comfortable back seat of the Maybach.

Tifa hesitated for a moment, then sat in as well, subconsciously leaning closer to the main dragon.