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The First and ONLY Isekai with a Cannabis Patient and Grower from Texas in Another World.  A Story of Frustration and Sex. Power vs. Power.  

Political re-evaluation and Proclamation.  A Story that shows the hardship of starting an industry from scratch in any world.

One night, a bright and strange light swallows a Chevy Pickup Truck as its moving Contraband from Colorado across the Border.  It had been dragged into another World.  Mike quickly found himself surrounded by trees, his Truck was in a Forest.

With no phone and no road, he heads east into the unknown.

The Worlds First Cannabis Themed Isekai. 

One night, a Chevy Pickup Truck had been dragged into another World.  The Driver, Mike quickly found himself in unfamiliar territory, facing problems that he faced on Earth, troubles from one world follow him into the next.  He found a life for himself and is surrounded by beautiful women but fate plays likes to play tricks on people to keep things interesting.
 
Releasing Weekly.  Thank you for your patience.

"If you can't grow it, Its still illegal and under government control."

CONTAINS:  Harem, Cannabis Cultivation, Politics, and Charm

#cannabis #nsfw #Isekai #Romance #furry #Harem #Comedy #cultureshock #horticulture #Politics #Anthropomorphic  #Transformation #transmutation #Tradewar #espionage #gambling #risk #war #business #Howtogrow #sahgro #OOMTOWN #RNG

Cannabis should be considered a vegetable, I should be able to grow it in my front yard.  Its never, in all of history, harmed a single person.  Unless you count being crushed by a truck load of it as a kill... it has a ZERO DEATHS from its consumption or use, both short term and long term,  in ""all of recorded history.""

Cannabis is a VICTIM of horrible rumor and slander.


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With his family's new found wealth from selling their oil company and try taking their chances in the lone star state Texas. Will Ed's father greed bring their family riches or ruins? Will the off-shore oil rig bring them black gold or something more insidious?

With his family's new found wealth from selling their oil company, they try taking their chances in the lone star state Texas. Will Ed's father greed bring their family riches or ruins? Will the off-shore oil rig bring them black gold or something more insidious?

Rattlesnakes/Snake - Term for the outlaws that don't agree with the government, runaways from Texas, New Mexico, Louisiana, and Arizona, where they were being held down for "safety reasons". The Snakes formed a group in an abandoned part of Texas nicknamed the Snake Territory, tight bond with the Bulls.
Texan Bull/Bulls - Term for the largest group of outlaws mostly from Arizona, Mexico, and New Mexico, also runaways from the government holding, tight bond with the Snakes, known for destruction and chaos they unleash on trespassers and the ASA government.
Owl/Owls - Term for the smallest outlaw group from Louisiana and Mexico, known for being silent as they attack the ASA government, mostly kept to themselves.
Foxes/Fox - Term for government workers or civilians that side with the government. Used by the Snakes and other outlaw groups.
Mouse/Mice - Term describing civilians who believe the government and are blinded to the lies they feed on. Used by Snakes, other outlaw groups, and the government itself.




Characters (In order of appearances)

Myri Jacobsen - Male, 18, 6'4", Son of the leader of the Snakes, lookout for the Snakes, nicknames include Lil' Rattler and Ri, closest to the group within the Snakes.
Jackal Bolini - Male, 20, 5'4", Farmhand of the Snakes, nicknames include Lil' Rattler, Lil' Dexter, Jack, and JJ, friend of Myri's group, questioning with Radburn Smith.
Radburn Smith - Male, 21, 6'5", Leader and explorer of the Bulls, brother of Briar Smith, son of Allen Smith, nicknames include Chianina, BB, Black Bull, BD, and Burns, ally of the Snakes and Owls, questioning with Dakota Scyfern, Julian Becks, and Jackal Bolini.
Henry Jacobsen - Male, 46, 6'3", Leader of the Snakes, father of Myri, friend of Allen Smith, allies with the Bulls.
Cobalt Steelton - Male, 24, 6'2", Explorer of the Snakes, nicknames include Blue and Horse, friend of Myri's group, questioning with Briar Smith.
Allen Smith - Male, 61, 6'3", Commander of the Bulls' Soldiers, nicknames include Ole' Chianina and Ole' Black Bull, father of Radburn and Briar Smith, friends with Henry Jacobsen.

In the year 2046, the USA is renamed the ASA, or the Amalgamated States of America, by outlaws and truth-seekers around the country. The Snakes, the Owls, and the Bulls, three huge gangs in the south, uncover the biggest lies the Foxes, or the government, has been hiding from them and the innocent citizens of the ASA. What has the government been hiding? But more importantly, why?

Chapter 55. Black Dragon Down, Part I
 
Translator: Khan
Editor: RED
 
 
1.
The Pentagon building…

Once the largest building in mankind, it had so many rooms that it matched its grandeur. There were rooms that had not been used properly for more than half a century since the Pentagon had been built.
 
The same was true of the days after the monsters appeared. When the Pentagon building became the headquarters of the Pentagon, not the United States Department of Defense, nobody felt there was not enough room for the small number of people belonging to the Pentagon who began to live in the Pentagon building.
 
Mao Spencer could quietly watch the Globe of Behaim, which showed the location of legendary relics, alone in a room with a sunny window, with a magnifying glass. He was looking at Asia now. It was a small piece of land on the globe, but not China or Japan: the Korean Peninsula.
 
Mao was breathing, staring silently at it with a magnifying glass. In Mao's eyes, several very small lights, little more than dust, shone on the Korean Peninsula and disappeared. Mao looked away from the magnifying glass.
 
"If I see that most of the legendary relics still remain in Korea… there is no particular movement."
 
The Globe of Behaim, the first globe of mankind, had the ability to tell the location of legendary relics in the world. It did not inform easily. Once a day a light came up like a lightning strike from the dry sky in the area of legendary relics. The light was not observable by a camera or anything, and only visible to the naked eye. That was why Mao spent his time holding a magnifying glass in front of the globe.
 
'Everything is going well.' Of course, Mao had no complaints about it. He would not have come here without this Behaim Globe.
 
"If we gain the Mayan Calendar and Dr. Chang's research is fruitful, there will be no more games." Most of all, what Mao was satisfied with was that there would be nothing to stop him sooner or later. Just remembering that, Mao could smile at any time, and under any circumstances.
 
"Mr. Mao." Major Chinshan came into his room.
 
"What's the matter?"
 
"The Pentagon is getting busy." As he spoke, Major Chinshan also moved his mouth without any sound, like a carp.
-Paul Fork left the Pentagon with his troops.-
 
Mao received the silent message and immediately analyzed what Chinshan had told him. There was nothing hard about it.
 
'If the Hyena moves, there's only one reason.'
 
Paul Fork was the leader of the Hyena Unit, one of the core Hunter units of the Pentagon. In addition, the Hyena Unit was a unit that handled what someone had left behind. The fact that they moved meant that someone else did not perform their mission properly. There was only one place where the mission the Pentagon assigned was urgent and important enough for the Paul Fork and the Hyena Unit to move.
 
'There's a problem in the West.' It was not difficult for Mao to reach that conclusion. He was not particularly interested in the fact.
 
-They found the Mayan Calendar.-
The subsequent words of Chinshan did not let Mao worry about anything else. The Mayan Calendar was what Mao had hoped for.
 
'Finally, I can wake Quetzalcoatl whenever I want.'
 
The world that the Six Snakes wanted needed monsters, especially a very powerful monster. That way, the world would be afraid of monsters and would be absolutely loyal and obedient to those who fought against the monsters. In other words, the ability to control powerful monsters was the most necessary ability for Mao's world.
 
'The strongest and worst Dragon is now in my hands.'
 
The Mayan Calendar, the relic, was a terrible thing that could wake up the Quetzalcoatl, the strongest and worst of the purple-grade monsters. It was the monster of the monsters, and could not be compared to the Orc Emperor or the Immortal Wolf that had appeared so far. It was a disaster that could lead the world to an end, to final destruction.
 
'I've got the best shield.'
 
In other words, it was the best shield. No one in the world would want to face Quetzalcoatl in exchange for killing Mao. Even Mao himself did not intend to face Quetzalcoatl. So it was the best shield.
 
'There's only one left.' So now Mao had only one thing to do: getting the strongest spear that could break anything in the world at once.
 
'When Dr. Chang's research is fruitful, even the best spear will come into my hands.' It would not be long before even the spear would come in Mao's hand. And as soon as the day came, Mao would not spare what he had.
 
'Judgment Day is coming.' Mao smiled a deeper smile. At this moment he was sure the game was actually over, until he heard the news from the city of Dallas, the center of Texas.
 
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2.
The biggest problem that mankind had faced since the advent of monsters would be sufficiently explained by this short word: energy shortage. People lacked the energy to move their bodies, and they didn't have enough energy to rebuild civilization.
 
In such a situation, the value of oil was could not be matched by dollars and gold. It did not take long for those who survived the appearance of the monsters to realize that.
 
The same was true of America. The survivors of the United States, who had the most powerful army in the world, were freer to carry guns than any other country, and were able to win more victories than any other country in the war against the monsters that started suddenly.
 
"The world once blamed the legalization of American gun possession, and it was America that was right, because only those with guns could survive when the monsters appeared. That's why all the Hunters carry guns."
 
Those who had won naturally began to flock to Texas, where the Texas oil fields were, the most important oil fields in the Americas.
 
"That's how the smartest of the survivors knew where to go with there guns." So until mid-2017, Texas was virtually the center of the United States.
 
"The major cities, Dallas, Houston, Austin, San Antonio, of the state of Texas were full of people." All the survivors were in Texas, and the power gathered in Texas was beyond common sense.
 
"The army was gathered, of course. Everyone believed that this war would not last long." So the Americans in Texas did not doubt that they could win, and establish a great America again, until the Black Dragon with blue eyes appeared.
 
"However, as soon as the Black Dragon came in, everything collapsed. Texas became Ground Zero. No one dared to deal with the Black Dragon. Texas was Hell at that time. It was even July 4th when it first appeared." On July 4, 2017, with the appearance of the Black Dragon in Texas, virtually all functions of Texas were suspended. 
 
"It was no different than the Independence Day movie. No, the scene that the Black Dragon vomited its breath was more shocking than the UFO spaceship shooting down the laser beam over the White House on Independence Day." It was an age of despair. It was heavenly luck that the sky had given them to stop the era of despair.
 
"But it suddenly fell asleep in the vicinity of Lake Eagle Mountain in Fort Worth." In Fort Worth, one of the most prominent cities in Texas and one of the major cities of survivors gathered in Texas, the Black Dragon fell to sleep.
 
"However, an Indian Cherokee said it was because of a crystal totem in Eagle Mount Lake." The legendary relic, the Cherokee Totem, made the dreadful Dragon fall asleep.
 
"Of course, at the moment, everyone was distracted by the escape, and before the Dragon woke up, they ran away madly. Some to the west, some to the east, but the Black Dragon did not wake up. And then people started to change their minds." It was a sign that bad luck often brought good luck.
 
"There are no monsters where the Dragon sleeps, and paradoxically Texas has become the safest place in the United States, because the Black Dragon is asleep."
 
Animals could not live by the beast, but humans were animals that could live on cliffs as well as with the beasts if it meant surviving. The Black Dragon was no different. The fugitives flocked back to Texas. For those who had come so far, there was one absolute rule that everyone kept: never touch Cherokee Totem; never wake the Black Dragon from sleep.
 
"As long as the Cherokee Totem is safe, the Dragon will be the guardian of Texas. That's the only rule you'll have to follow in Dallas City from now on."
 
Kim Tae-hoon, riding in a Ford truck, nodded at the words.
 
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3.
When the Black Dragon began to sleep in Fort Worth, the biggest beneficiary was Dallas, which was next door to Fort Worth. Dallas City had become virtually the center and the whole of Texas. Naturally, everything in Texas was gathered in Dallas City. Oil gathered, people gathered, and Hunters gathered.
 
Dallas City began to enjoy an unprecedented boom. The most popular thing in the boom was the bar. It was a natural procedure. Now, the best way to spend time in a boring world without baseball, football, or ice hockey was to play poker, darts, or chat with a red-faced drunk.
 
The same was true of a bar named Dallas Cowboy, located outside Dallas. The bar was crowded, even if it was outside of the city.
 
The bustle did not change much when a new Asian guest came alone. No one was very concerned that the man had two unique swords on his back. The bartender was the same. The bartender did not ask where he came from, what his nationality was, how hard it was to get there, what his job was, or if he was a Hunter. They weren't something to be curious about in Texas.
 
"What would you like to order?" So the bartender spoke briefly and to the point.
 
"Coffee."
 
But when the man answered, the mood changed a little. The bartender smiled awkwardly for a moment in front of this ridiculous order.
 
"I'm sorry, but I don't sell coffee here."
 
"Then a glass of hot water and a mug."
 
The bartender cocked his head again, but it was not a statement of doubt. The bartender's eyes were proof of it. There was no question mark in the bartender's eyes.
 
A man approached in the strange atmosphere of the bartender and the Asian guest.
 
"Hey, there." He was a man drinking from a large beer glass filled with beer nearby. "I don't know where you came from, but this is a bar. There are only two things you can order. Drinks and women."
 
Kim Tae-hoon said quietly at the words of the man filled with the smell of beer, "Jenny, Mitchell."
 
At that moment the mood changed. Those who seated at a table far away from the bar moved. The men holding the glasses laid them down on the table, and the men who were not holding the glasses moved their hands toward the guns that were on their thighs or sides or at their backs. The atmosphere began to spread, eventually reaching the point of an Asian man who said the name, Jennifer Mitchell.
 
Click! The sound of a revolver hammer being thrown back entered the ear of the man in front of the bartender.
 
The bartender, who had not lost his courtesy in the midst of the situation, stared at the man with an eerie look on his face. "Where are you from?"
 
"Las Vegas."
 
"What about the proof?"
 
At the cross-question of the bartender, he slipped his hand quietly into his trouser pocket.
 
As soon as he saw it, the bartender winked at the person who was pointing the gun at the customer in front of him: don't pull the trigger, but if something suspicious appears in that pocket, pull it without delay.
 
The man took out a finely folded paper between the gruesome glances. To be exact, it was a movie poster cut off, a short-cut poster with only the leading actress. Inside the poster, a blond woman with emerald eyes wearing red lipstick was posing in a stiff posture. She was an indescribably charming, captivating woman.
 
The Asian man who took out the poster looked at it and then turned to the waitress who was looking at him from the corner of the bar.
 
"Jennifer Mitchell."
 
Blam! Instantly, the gun went off, and with the shot, everyone pulled their guns in response. Dozens of guns locked on one place. The many eyes of those holding the guns also looked at that place. They could see that the man had snatched the bullet from the air as it was. No, to be exact, no one had seen it properly. It was something they could not see with simple eyes, done in an eyeblink
 
Instead, the man who grabbed the bullet with his hand dropped a small hunk of lead, clattering to the floor of the wooden bar, letting them guess what had happened before and after at that moment.
 
'No way!'
'Did he catch the bullet?'
 
It was an absurd situation. The man who did such a crazy thing in such a situation was still looking at the waitress, without even glancing at other people.
 
"Let's start the briefing. Sooner or later, the Black Dragon will come to the city of Dallas. All the functions of Dallas will be paralyzed. Take control of the city of Dallas, aiming at the cracks."
 
The waitress asked the man, "Who are you?"
 
The man spoke briefly at the question. "I'm Kim Tae-hoon, the Master of Mac Guild."

The world has changed and so have the people.

December 31st, 2016 – the day before New Year's. Kim Taehoon was just casually shopping for groceries at the large store. Monsters suddenly appeared out of thin air. With the highly trained skills that he had gained from his previous occupation, he starts to hunt the monsters down and manages to win, saving countless people who were also at the mall.

But there are more and they don't stop coming.
Will he be able to survive until the end? 
Will he be able to beat the countless monsters that only seem to get stronger?
And will it just be monsters that he has to worry about? 

The journey of Kim Taehoon, The First Hunter, begins.
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Editor's views  - from Ekdud

The First Hunter is a short Korean, action-fantasy novel situated in a post-apocalyptic world. Monsters start appearing out of nowhere and people are unlocking strange powers. Those who unlock such powers are called ‘Hunters’, ones with the strength to kill the monsters. To fight and survive, that is their goal. Society crumbles and the world burns.

A very fun novel that dives into the plot almost instantly. The novel is interesting in a way that it depicts a lot of human nature and what people would do in a situation such as this is quite an accurate manner. The character development is also very good as you get to learn about the characters, their backgrounds, and their stories. All in all, this is another novel I’d recommend to a lot of readers who are interested in reading fantasy and gaming novels.

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**A licensed novel from Munpia**

It didn't take long before the ground was full of people.
　　 Even the least injured among them had broken several bones, and several of them died directly.
　　 Zod walked to the front desk of Kandu.
　　 "Give me a copy of the best BBQ you have here, as well as iced Coke. Use the largest glass to fill me with enough ice."
　　Zord misses the Coke on Earth very much. Even if he has this idea on Krypton, he can't make the taste he wants to drink.
　　 Of course, the shopkeeper did not dare to refuse. Zod scanned the shop for a week and found that no table was clean, so he searched it and got thousands of dollars from these gangsters.
　　 The price of Zorder in the United States is not very clear, not to mention that it is not the period of the era he traveled through.
　　 "Hurry up and clean up the table."
　　 Zod said.
　　 There is no way, the rotisserie can only let the younger brother clean up, by the way, use detergent to wipe off the greasy tables and stools.
　　In this kind of place, there is actually very little cleanup. The main reason is that even if it is done well, the gangsters will make a mess when they come, and there will be no clean-up over time.
　　Zord enjoyed a Texas BBQ, feeling okay, and then drank five gallons of iced Coke.
　　 In addition, he also ate more than fifty catties of various barbecues alone and drew half of the barbecue restaurant's inventory.
　　 When the boss checked out, he looked suspicious of life.
Zod also found that he became very edible, but the Kryptonians did not have it. Photosynthesis alone is enough to maintain energy consumption. If you expect to eat and drink like a Saiyan, it will be enough to destroy The energy of the planet, unless the stomach is a matter annihilator, can convert matter 100% into energy.
　　 After a full meal, Zod began to inquire about the news with the boss.
Only then did I know that the gang that I just killed and disabled was a notorious local scorpion gang. Although the names of these gangs sounded very new, the scorpion gang has very scary gangs in Mexico and Texas. The reputation that can be matched is only the "skeleton gang" supported by another suspected American underground emperor Jin.
　　 The two big gangs fought openly on the U.S.-Mexico border, Mexico, and Texas. They not only took fanfare, but sometimes also intervened in kidnapping, blackmailing, and trafficking in tourists. There were even cases of human organ trafficking that alarmed the United States.
　　 But now the main business of the Scorpion Gang is to sell fans and ice, while the Skeleton Gang mainly engages in arms. The largest "seller" in the Americas finds Golden Union and Golden Skull Gang.
　　 This also makes the Skeleton Gang's weapons advanced and fierce firepower and the Venomous Scorpion Gang can only fight with the Skeleton Gang.
　　 Zod felt very interesting and didn't want to take care of him. He was neither Baili Lili nor Long Aotian. He would not kill anyone unless they threatened him.
　　 After eating, Zod did not go back immediately but began to wander in this foreign land.
　　 The gang of poisonous scorpions who was severely beaten by him in the morning went back and reported the situation. If it was just a beating, but there were casualties, it would be the face of the poisonous scorpion gang.
　　 Although the headquarters of the Scorpion Gang is not in Texas like the Skeleton Gang, it does not mean that they have no force here.
　　 More than fifty gunmen set out immediately, and they were going to solve the guy who had beaten the prestige of the scorpion gang.
　　 Then Zod's actions couldn't hide from the eyeliners of these snakes, and it didn't take long for him to be blocked in the street.
　　 The police in Texas don't want to care about the scorpion gang. After all, most of them are black police who collect money from the scorpion gang and the scorpion gang.
　　Zod was very surprised.
"go to hell!"
　　 did not mean to bring Zod back to torture and die. Killing in the street is a better deterrent.
　　 Then he raised the muzzle. Zod's super fast reflex made him look at the opposite side and slowly raised the gun, and then after visually calculating the trajectory of the ball, he easily avoided it, and the gangsters had already instinctively pulled the trigger.
　　 So, a shocking scene appeared, and Zod easily avoided their bullets and quickly approached!
　　 "Damn it!"
　　 "Fak!"
More than fifty gunmen were shocked, but even if they wanted to hit Zod again, their body movement speed and neural reflexes were too slow. After Zod approached quickly, he hit them with a punch. The guy in the lead, this punch even hit a shocking scene that can only be seen in the movie.
　　 The person who was hit directly hit the three or four people behind him, and then the three or four people hit the person behind him again...
　　 a punch directly knocked out more than half of the people!
　　 This group of gangsters who are walking fans, how do they know the importance of formation, standing together feels invincible.
　　 And the first guy, because he endured the most direct punch, the place he was hit was sunken directly, and he felt that he could put a book of Cihai in.
　　 Seven steps away the gun is fast, within seven steps, the punch is fast!
　　 The scorpion gang after being approached by Zord had no power to fight back. Even if they hurriedly turned their guns, they would only hit their own people. Instead, Zord turned their guns around and swept their own people.
　　 In the end, the wailing gunmen have nothing but fear left. Where is this monster that popped up?
　　Zod stepped on a wailing guy.
　　 "Take me to see the boss of your scorpion gang."
　　 Zod looked down at him and said.
　　Since others have come to the door, Zord will not give up.
"Policemen!"
　　 At this time, the black policemen who had collected the black money ran out.
　　 Just kidding, if the poisonous scorpion gang has something serious with them, they will suffer too, and the black money will be less than a few months.
　　Zord glanced at the black police rushing out at these critical moments and flashed directly.
　　 The skin on their bodies is not easy to handle, so Zod decided to follow the vines. These guys must go back to the poisonous scorpion help, or they will definitely be seen by the poisonous scorpion help if they go to the hospital?
　　 It's time to make an appearance by myself.
　　 As expected, after the black police helped inform the Scorpion Gang, the Scorpion Gang sent someone directly to the hospital to check the situation. Zord followed this guy to a factory of the Scorpion Gang at the Texas border.
　　This factory is one of the most important sources of shipments for the Scorpion Gang. It can produce more than 30 tons of ice and powder a year. It is the largest ice powder production site of the Scorpion Gang.
　　 In addition to shipping to Texas and the states of the United States, it is to the Golden Triangle.
　　 It is no exaggeration to say that this is a route flowing with gold. At least two-thirds of the funds of the Scorpion Gang come from ice powder trading.

Super strength, super endurance, super speed, super senses, flying ability, steel body, thermal vision, freezing breathing, super-healing ability…

When a Kryptonian with these superpowers comes to a Marvel world without a kryptonite and a red sun, what kind of effect will it cause?

Hulk? One sandbag.

Thor? Charger.

Iron Man? Cardboard suit.

Thanos? Even if it has infinite gems and infinite gloves, it can be hit.

Sentinel? Oh, this is great, let me get some more exposure to the sun.

It didn't take long before the ground was full of people.
　　 Even the least injured among them had broken several bones, and several of them died directly.
　　 Zod walked to the front desk of Kandu.
　　 "Give me a copy of the best BBQ you have here, as well as iced Coke. Use the largest glass to fill me with enough ice."
　　Zord misses the Coke on Earth very much. Even if he has this idea on Krypton, he can't make the taste he wants to drink.
　　 Of course, the shopkeeper did not dare to refuse. Zod scanned the shop for a week and found that no table was clean, so he searched it and got thousands of dollars from these gangsters.
 　　 The price of Zorder in the United States is not very clear, not to mention that it is not the period of the era he traveled through.
　　 "Hurry up and clean up the table."
　　 Zod said.
　　 There is no way, the rotisserie can only let the younger brother clean up, by the way, use detergent to wipe off the greasy tables and stools.
　　In this kind of place, there is actually very little cleanup. The main reason is that even if it is done well, the gangsters will make a mess when they come, and there will be no cleanup over time.
　　Zord enjoyed a Texas BBQ, feeling okay, and then drank five gallons of iced Coke.
　　 In addition, he also ate more than fifty catties of various barbecues alone, and drew half of the barbecue restaurant's inventory.
　　 When the boss checked out, he looked suspicious of life.
Zod also found that he became very edible, but the Kryptonians did not have it. Photosynthesis alone is enough to maintain energy consumption. If you expect to eat and drink like a Saiyan, it will be enough to destroy The energy of the planet, unless the stomach is a matter annihilator, can convert matter 100% into energy.
　　 After a full meal, Zod began to inquire about the news with the boss.
Only then did I know that the gang that I just killed and disabled was a notorious local scorpion gang. Although the names of these gangs sounded very new, the scorpion gang has very scary gangs in Mexico and Texas. The reputation that can be matched is only the "skeleton gang" supported by another suspected American underground emperor Jin.
 　　 The two big gangs fought openly on the U.S.-Mexico border, Mexico, and Texas. They not only took fanfare, but sometimes also intervened in kidnapping, blackmailing, and trafficking in tourists. There were even cases of human organ trafficking that alarmed the United States.
　　 But now the main business of the Scorpion Gang is to sell fans and ice, while the Skeleton Gang mainly engages in arms. The largest "seller" in the Americas finds Golden Union and Golden Skull Gang.
　　 This also makes the Skeleton Gang's weapons advanced and fierce firepower, and the Venomous Scorpion Gang can only fight with the Skeleton Gang.
　　 Zod felt very interesting, and didn't want to take care of him. He was neither Baili Lili nor Long Aotian. He would not kill anyone unless they threatened him.
　　 After eating, Zod did not go back immediately, but began to wander in this foreign land.
　　 The gang of poisonous scorpions who was severely beaten by him in the morning went back and reported the situation. If it was just a beating, but there were casualties, it would be the face of the poisonous scorpion gang.
　　 Although the headquarters of the Scorpion Gang is not in Texas like the Skeleton Gang, it does not mean that they have no force here.
　　 More than fifty gunmen set out immediately, and they were going to solve the guy who had beaten the prestige of the scorpion gang.
　　 Then Zod's actions couldn't hide from the eyeliners of these snakes, and it didn't take long for him to be blocked in the street.
 　　 The police in Texas don't want to care about the scorpion gang. After all, most of them are black police who collect money from the scorpion gang and the scorpion gang.
　　Zod was very surprised.
"go to hell!"
　　 did not mean to bring Zod back to torture and die. Killing in the street is a better deterrent.
　　 Then he raised the muzzle. Zod's super fast reflex made him look at the opposite side and slowly raised the gun, and then after visually calculating the trajectory of the ball, he easily avoided it, and the gangsters had already instinctively pulled the trigger.
　　 So, a shocking scene appeared, and Zod easily avoided their bullets and quickly approached!
　　 "Damn it!"
　　 "Fak!"
More than fifty gunmen were shocked, but even if they wanted to hit Zod again, their body movement speed and neural reflexes were too slow. After Zod approached quickly, he hit them with a punch. The guy in the lead, this punch even hit a shocking scene that can only be seen in the movie.
　　 The person who was hit directly hit the three or four people behind him, and then the three or four people hit the person behind him again...
　　 a punch, directly knocked out more than half of the people!
　　 This group of gangsters who are walking fans, how do they know the importance of formation, standing together feels invincible.
 　　 And the first guy, because he endured the most direct punch, the place he was hit was sunken directly, and he felt that he could put a book of Cihai in.
　　 Seven steps away, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com, the gun is fast, within seven steps, the punch is fast!
　　 The scorpion gang after being approached by Zord had no power to fight back. Even if they hurriedly turned their guns, they would only hit their own people. Instead, Zord turned their guns around and swept their own people.
　　 In the end, the wailing gunmen have nothing but fear left. Where is this monster that popped up?
　　Zod stepped on a wailing guy.
　　 "Take me to see the boss of your scorpion gang."
　　 Zod looked down at him and said.
　　Since others have come to the door, Zord will not give up.
"Policemen!"
　　 At this time, the black policemen who had collected the black money ran out.
　　 Just kidding, if the poisonous scorpion gang has something serious with them, they will suffer too, and the black money will be less than a few months.
　　Zord glanced at the black police rushing out at these critical moments, and flashed directly.
　　 The skin on their bodies is not easy to handle, so Zod decided to follow the vines. These guys must go back to the poisonous scorpion help, or they will definitely be seen by the poisonous scorpion help if they go to the hospital?
 　　 It's time to make an appearance by myself.
　　 As expected, after the black police helped inform the Scorpion Gang, the Scorpion Gang sent someone directly to the hospital to check the situation. Zord followed this guy to a factory of the Scorpion Gang at the Texas border.
　　This factory is one of the most important sources of shipments for the Scorpion Gang. It can produce more than 30 tons of ice and powder a year. It is the largest ice powder production site of the Scorpion Gang.
　　 In addition to shipping to Texas and the states of the United States, it is to the Golden Triangle.
　　 It is no exaggeration to say that this is a route flowing with gold. At least two-thirds of the funds of the Scorpion Gang come from ice powder trading.

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What does a empathetic young shinobi with gift for telepathy, Do when the entire world system revolves around lying, killing and worse of all, he can't seems to shut off the voices in his head.
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Chapter 4 
Nom contemplates Texas
 
What better place in the world to test such a power than in Texas? It was one of the most populated states in the Union, and physically the second largest. The majority of its population was composed of pathetic moron evangelical conservatives, or so the elections seemed to show. If he had the means to cause death at will, why not see if he could cull the very population that needed it the most? Target those responsible for so much of the agony being experienced in the nation and the world in general.
Millions of people dead in the Muslim world due to the war crimes of George W Bush: first his invasions destabilizing the region, creating ISIS, and then his backing the Arab Spring. Every one of those deaths could be put at the feet of the average conservative Texan who had brought the monster to power. After all it was doubtable that he would have ever been elected president without first being the governor of Texas. 
Once upon a time, America had some of the best public schools in the world. Thanks to conservative backlashes, led in large part by Texans, those schools had plunged to a pathetic standing. They were now ranked so low, that third world nations were regularly surpassing them. Texas had a law that required it to buy new school text books every few years. All of the textbooks were standardized across the state. The result was that Texas essentially wrote the textbooks for America. Publishers simply set their books to Texas standards, since they bought the most books and did so at regular intervals. Those standards were set by elected evangelical morons who blindly believed the King James Bible. The kind of fool that thought the world was only six thousand years old, no matter what reality had to say on the subject. Idiots, that did all they could to ensure that real science stayed far away from American class rooms. 
Texas, what a state. Largest in the lower forty-eight—economic, population, and natural resource, power house. It's population and vast wealth gave it political power essentially second to none. The state of California had a larger population, and one of the largest economies in the world in its own right. But Texas had invented the modern concept of conservative political power. California tended to lean liberal, but much of its population in the north and east leaned conservative. Texas on the other hand was in large part the bastion of American conservatism. 
In the beginning of the nineteen hundreds, and extending into the nineteen eighties, the conservatives of the old south realized that they were often in the minority in America. That said, there was one sure fire way to win an American election and that was money. At the time, good old-fashioned graft and corruption sufficed. The political bosses in New York, Chicago, and the rest of the country were usually capable of delivering their constituencies, for a price. Men who owed their jobs to the bosses cast their votes as they were told. In Texas, particularly in the southern regions, "Dons" straight out of old western films, herded their "peons" at gun point into the polls. They ensured that whoever they had been hired by won. 
At the time, Texas was full of new money in the form of cattle barons and oil tycoons. Wishing to ensure their continued success, they allied themselves with the conservative Democrats of the old south known as the Dixicrats. When those Democrats were effectively exiled from the Democratic Party in the nineteen-sixties, the southern conservatives did the unthinkable. They joined the Republican Party. The party that one hundred years before, had literally waged war against southern conservatives to end the old debates over states' rights, and slavery. Not only did the conservatives join the GOP, they took it over. In the millennium, the GOP far more resembled the old Confederacy, than the liberal forces of Lincoln. 
The South had been a thorn in the side of the United States for four-hundred years. Conservative to its core, it proudly sat on the ass end of yesterday; insisting that up was down, and that they should be allowed to force the world to bend to their lunacy. For one hundred years the conservatives from the South in the US Senate managed to block virtually every effort to improve the human condition of every day Americans. Oh, they certainly backed the New Deal and the Tennessee River Valley Association; but seek human or civil rights, and they would put a noose around your neck. Then, they would set you one fire while you strangled. Afterwards they might even use your corpse for target practice. 

 

In Nom's mind, there was nothing redeemable about the troglodytes of the old South. They were no better than their ancestors. But where to make his first strike for sanity and good? Arguably the main powerhouse of the South was its churches. The religious leaders had for centuries been the bulwarks of their communities. It had been conservative white evangelical pastors who had led the fight for slavery. 
From fiery pulpits they cried that black Africans were cursed by god and were damned to serve all others since the time of Noah. They used the book of Philemon in the New Testament of their King James' Bibles to insist that not only had their sky fairy sanctioned slavery, but it condemned anyone who tried to free slaves. Slaves that tried to free themselves were even worse. 
It had been the Southern conservative preachers who had been the rallying point for segregation and Jim Crow. They argued that it was a violation of the laws of nature, and perhaps even bestiality for white and black to cross breed. God had brought the savage African to this promised land to be under the benevolent oversight of the white man. It was only the will of Satan to ever bring about equality. Anything else would be an "uneven yoking".
It was the Southern conservative preachers, current and former, who led the charge to deny homosexuals basic human rights: making the act of love a crime, barring them from public service, even military jobs. They sought to force the American Psychiatric Association to bring back the archaic definitions of homosexuality that called it a mental illness, calling for businesses to not serve them, for their children to be seized by the courts, and their marriages declared an illegal abomination against the imaginary sky fairy.
They led the charge to hamstring the education system of America, to make it a criminal offence for a woman to control her own body or to even purchase a sex toy. 
Their concepts of the Prosperity Gospel had led to a revision of the old tax code under President Reagan and all following Republican administrations. Rather than taxing people on the basis of what they could afford, as logic would dictate, the Southern conservative preachers called for the rich to be empowered. The result was a flipping of the tax burden onto the poor and middle class from the rich. They pressed a theory: that tax cuts for the rich would result in that same money trickling down into the hands of the middle class and the poor many times over. Strangely, their deregulation and tax cuts resulted in the income of the top five percent to sky rocket, while the middle class lost their annual battle to beat inflation, and the poor, slipped further and further into poverty. 
The southern conservative preachers of Texas raised massive edifices to themselves in the form of mega churches. Every Sunday victims attended to receive their next brainwashing session en masse. Colloquially these were referred to as worship sessions. A simple name for self-induced highs and mass delusions, resulting in addictions. 
Houston, Texas housed one of the largest of these boils on the ass of humanity, the church of Pastor Joel Ater. Just a week before the Reverend Ater had managed to demonstrate to the world just how literally he took the commandments of his lord and savior. If one were to believe the gospels, then would they not want to follow the teachings of Jesus found there? Feed the hungry? Heal the sick? Minister without judgment to the vilest members of society?
A rational person might think so, but then they would not be familiar with American and especially Southern Christians. When a hurricane came to Houston, "philanthropist" Ater, followed the path of the true Christ. He locked his doors, and refused to let in those in need. They might have soiled his temple to himself after all.
Yes. Nom thought. Joel Ater is the perfect man to start with. The church might be a bit much for a dry run, but it was simply far to cherry an opportunity to pass up.

Death, a Biography, is a fictional horror novel. It is crass, violent, profane, and not meant for the light hearted reader. Imagine living in a world surrounded by fools. For years your frustration grows, and no matter what you try to do you cannot free yourself from the preverbal ideocracy. Nom DePlume is just such a man, only one day he is granted the dearest wish of his heart. Nom, a grad student working as a truck driver is: intelligent, well educated, and the sort of person who always can find a reason to have a chip on his shoulder. One day while driving in Texas he finds that he has the ability to wish death on those he hates. Being scientifically minded, Nom proceeds to experiment searching out the scopes of his new found powers. He begins in Texas, a state he despises. As he moves on from each experiment, he picks his prey to match some facet of modern western life that he hates. Each receive a fate customized to match what Nom feels they did wrong. Nom then travels home to Michigan after initially defining his new role in life. In Michigan he uses his powers to settle a few old scores and family business. A run-in with an old friend convinces him that he is being selfish for not using his god like powers to better mold humanity. The end of the book sees him taking on the leader of the free world. Nom now personifying Death, learns that he has a true foe, Life.Nom will return.

Marvin died!
The Overlord died?
These kind of thoughts lingered in the hearts of the territory’s inhabitants.
They didn’t know why they would think that way, but after the scene in the sky disappeared, they had this kind of intense feeling in their heart.
Because Marvin’s situation was extremely dangerous.
Moreover, he was falling in the boundless darkness.
It looked very frightening.
The unlearned people gathered at the castle, hoping Miss Anna or Lord Wayne could give them an answer.
But they didn’t wait for long.
...
"How could this be!"
"How could someone else enter the World Tree domain?"
When Marvin’s silhouette fell into the darkness, Daniela’s face was filled with disbelief.
Especially when she saw the person who pushed Marvin!
"It’s that woman!"
She hatefully gritted her teeth.
Bamboo.
When they fought last time, she faintly felt that Bamboo’s strength was somewhat suppressed, but she would have never expected that she would be able to see through Marvin’s operation!
That was the World Tree! Falling from there would lead to a tragic end!
No one could resist the Void’s gravitational strength!
Daniela was blankly looking at that scene.
Did that guy really die?
"Impossible!" Wayne firmly shook his head. "Brother will be fine! I can sense it!"
Anna’s countenance was filled with sorrow. She looked at Wayne’s firm expression and didn’t know what to say.
Marvin was White River Valley’s pillar. If he died… she didn’t know what would happen to White River Valley.
She had no idea of what was happening to Marvin, so she quickly walked to Daniela and forcefully kept her emotions in check. "Miss Daniela, Lord Marvin, he…"
Her eyes were still carrying a hint of hope.
Daniela dazedly looked at Anna, strangely feeling a bit mournful.
If that man really died… then what would she do?
Ancestor’s Mystery would follow him to the Void. The Archdevil’s head would be unsealed sooner or later.
All her work in White River Valley also felt like it would be meaningless.
"Lady Daniela!?" Anna raised her tone.
Daniela bitterly shook her head. "Falling from that place… Returning alive shouldn’t be possible."
Anna only felt her limbs turn cold as she fainted.
The people around couldn’t help but cry out in alarm!
A newly recruited maid hurried over and helped Anna up, to return to her room.
Only Wayne and Daniela remained on the city walls.
"Impossible, Brother won’t die." Tears flickered in Wayne’s eyes, but his words were resolute. "I can feel it!"
Daniela took a deep breath.
She remembered that before Marvin was pushed down, Wayne said he had a bad feeling.
Afterwards, something really happened.
In such a safe and restricted area, something that should have been impossible happened: an enemy infiltrated the place.
Then, Wayne’s perception...
She hurriedly asked, "You really can sense that your older brother is alive?"
"Of course!" Wayne quickly nodded.
But his two fists were tightly clenched and his fingernails were unconsciously digging into his skin, drawing blood.
His eyes were full of despair.
Daniela realized.
He actually didn’t have that kind of power.
The reason he insisted that his older brother was alive was just delusion.
Thinking of this, the future Ice Empress suddenly had an urge.
She gently held Wayne and softly promised, "Rest assured, your older brother will definitely return."
"Before he comes back, no one will be able to bully White River Valley."
"I’ll protect this territory on his behalf."
"Who made me his fiancée…"
...
The entire world saw Marvin falling from the World Tree.
A lot of people felt regret.
A hero finally appeared, but he was strangled by more evil forces.
Many people knew the Azure Nine-Headed mark!
This was the Twin Snakes Cult displaying their strength to the entirety of Feinan!
She was sowing the seeds of fear.
But not everyone was afraid.
Some people were angry.
Bamboo, who had entered the World Tree’s space with the help of the World Ending Twin Snakes, would have never imagined that Marvin’s death wasn’t the perfect display of strength of the Twin Snakes Cult.
In fact, it was the beginning of a disaster for the Twin Snakes Cult!
...
East Coast.
A bare sand dune.
"This should be the seventeenth, that is, East Coast’s final Twin Snakes Cult’s stronghold. Lady, Do you want to…?"
On a magic carpet, a wretched Thief was pointing at the sand dune below and talking.
"No need!" Hathaway coldly said.
What the Thief asked was whether he should check it out or not.
But Hathaway currently didn’t have that patience. The scene of Marvin falling into the abyss of darkness kept replaying in her mind!
That woman killed Marvin!
The scene of Marvin dying that was played in front of the entire world, was like a knife stabbing in her heart!
To be honest, the feelings between her and Marvin were somewhat subtle.
The first contact between them was related to that page of the Book of Nalu. Then it was followed by the Shadow Prince’s assassination attempt. The feeling she got was unusually intriguing. She knew that if it wasn’t for Marvin giving her that page of the Book of Nalu, she would have taken some time before advancing to Legend.
She always subconsciously treated Marvin as the benefactor who saved her life.
And this benefactor was quite interesting. He wasn’t stuck with ordinary ways of thinking, usually doing things that would shock others.
Such as this plan to attack the Evil Spirit World!
He was a 3rd rank Ranger and shockingly had that kind of boldness and courage. This was something Hathaway loved about him.
She didn’t know what kind of feelings she had toward Marvin, or how deep they were.
But she didn’t want to think about it now.
The current her only wanted to vent her anger!
Ashes Storm!
The terrifying arcane spell leveled the land. Wherever the storm of ashes went, it only left a barren landscape behind.
In an instant, the sand dune collapsed and countless shadows could be seen rushing up, but those people couldn’t escape the roiling ashes.
The storm of ashes was like a meat grinder, crazily sucking the Twin Snakes Cult’s followers inside and turning into a rain of blood and flesh!
This even included one of the purple-gowned evil priests!
After a short three minutes, no life could be found near the sand dune.
The Thief shivered, this Hathaway already eradicated seventeen Twin Snakes Cult strongholds in a week.
Regardless of the size, and regardless of who was inside, she only one had intention...
Kill!
This was a Legend’s wrath!
"Next," Hathaway coldly said.
"There isn’t any," the Thief cautiously said, "You already wiped out all of East Coast’s Twin Snakes Cult’s strongholds!"
"There are none left in East Coast?"
Hathaway was apparently quite vexed, but soon, she lifted her head and resolutely ordered, "Then let’s head west."
A sour expression appeared on the Thief’s face!
...
A city in the North.
"Constantine, even if the officials of this city are pawns of the Twin Snakes Cult and the place is one of their headquarters, isn’t doing something like that a bit over the top?"
"As far as I know, there are still many innocents in this city."
The night wind blew as a handsome middle-aged man wearing a windbreaker silently assembled his Brilliant Purple with a grave expression on his face.
Marvin had handed this Legendary Weapon to Endless Ocean before going into the World Tree’s domain, but as a Legendary Weapon, it could automatically go back to its owner. When Marvin fell, he immediately recalled it to use it.
A slim man was standing next to him, apparently trying to dissuade him.
But Constantine ignored him.
"Do you know what it feels to lose everything you invested?"
"Do you know that I looked for you to dissect a Red Dragon, and now there is no Red Dragon?"
"Do you know…"
"... What it feels like to lose a friend?"
The slim man sighed, "That isn’t as bad as massacring everyone in a city."
Constantine slightly laughed. "Some people need to learn."
Then he pulled on Brilliant Purple’s lever.
Frightening power burst out of the Cannon as a pure white radiance, like the first rays of dawn, illuminated the city.
"Woosh!" The bullet split into countless fragments and dropped from the sky.
Constantine carried Brilliant Purple on his shoulder and said to the other person while lighting a cigar, "Let’s go, next city."
"Bang!"
A thunderous sound echoed.
A furious wind lifted his windbreaker, and soon, it merged into the darkness.
...
Similar scenes appeared in every corner of Feinan, constantly repeating.
Apart from the seriously hurt Inheim, as well as Sky Fury who brought him to get healed, every member of that Legend team made a move.
They acted spontaneously.
They didn’t plan anything.
But regardless of how, the Twin Snakes Cult’s forces began to suffer from a crazy retaliation.
In just a week, all their forces around East Coast had been extinguished, and a few of their cities in the North had been completely reduced to ruins. Other forces also received a destructive blow!
No one thought that the death of a mere Baron would bring such a disturbance to the Twin Snakes Cult.
All of Feinan talked about those Legends making such a high profile appearance and crazily retaliating!
The Twin Snakes Cult was finished!
This was what everyone was thinking.
...
Far in the North.
The Legend Barbarian and the drunk old man kept watching the changes in the glacier.
But at this time, a black-clothed man walked over from the south, step by step.
"What do you want to do!" The old man looked at him and loudly asked.
"Kill her."
The black-clothed man’s answer was blunt.
He was still holding a huge head in his arms. The Legend Barbarian saw that head and was frightened!
That was the Molten Overlord’s head!
"She killed my brother."
"Night Walkers will always take revenge."
"Please get out of the way."
Then, the black-clothed man suddenly rushed past them and pulverized the glacier in one blow!
...
In the quiet World Tree’s domain.
After Bamboo left this space, perfectly satisfied.
A sneaky shadow slowly appeared from another branch.
‘Fortunately…’
‘This Lord still had a hidden card.’
‘Otherwise it would have really been over.’


Legendary player Marvin transmigrated to the eve of the Great Calamity. 
This was the end of the fourth era, all gods joined hands to destroy the Universe Magic Pool.
The fourth Fate Tablet had begun maturing and all gods, demons, legends, devils, liches, dragons and other legendary creatures were appearing one after the other. 
In order to protect his loved ones, Marvin has no other choice but to delve into the shadows. 
This is the story of a young ranger growing into the Ruler of the Night during the Chaos Era.
_________________________
TL: After transmigrating into a weak noble body, Marvin discovered that he was familiar with the world, this was the game he played in his previous life and... Damn! He only had six months before the Great Calamity!
As a former top player, he would obviously fight to save the world... Yeah, no. Time to plan and prepare for the upcoming events, better to use that knowledge to get ahead rather than fight with gods.
Follow Marvin's journey through this new world.

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