Facing the false god in the clouds made of geometric lines Leo laughed like a man gone wild His right hand ripped out of the karmic insulated bag and his fingers clenched a cone of cold metallic light It was the systems final compensation a tactical nuclear warhead called the Destroyer
The navigation voice shot up in pitch and announced it had detected a malicious bad review and it was launching a forced return program Leo shredded his throat and roared at the arrogant face in the void that he was done with this job He said God had judged this place as rotten and God was returning it
The fuse on the warhead was torn free in an instant and a three second countdown burned blood red in the air There were no dazzling techniques only pure physical ruin strong enough to tear the smallest particles apart When the thing people called a scientific miracle bloomed on the summit of Mount Sumeru heat of countless millions of degrees turned Buddhist law and demonic qi into ash in a heartbeat
The golden divine hand was as fragile as foam before the mushroom cloud and space collapsed under the extreme pressure exposing a universe that looked like the underside of a circuit board Before the white glare swallowed him whole Leo locked five fingers around the prayer beads on his chest and his entire body was dragged into a deep dimensional rift
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The sharp stink of disinfectant replaced the sweet stink of blood When Leo opened his eyes again a flickering ceiling light buzzed with electric hiss This was a public hospital in Brooklyn New York
A nurse walked in and looked at the greasy delivery rider with open disgust then told him in a flat voice that he had only blacked out briefly after a car crash Leo said nothing and he felt a heavy weight in his right pocket It was the prayer beads he had taken from that other world and a tiny spatula soaked in godly power
Back in the moldy rental the sound of violent kicking shattered his thoughts His landlord Old Miller filled the doorway with shaking jowls and he waved an overdue bill and told the blond errand boy to pay rent or go sleep on the street Leo rose slowly and a gentle curve lifted at his mouth like kindness with fallout behind it
He did not argue and he only rested one hand on the rusted security door Metal screamed as it twisted and the thick door curled in his grip like foil turned into a hard spiral Old Miller choked on his own curses and sweat drenched his back in a flash
Leo patted his cheek and cold light flashed in his eyes and he told Miller not to rush because a new delivery mission had just begun New York night was still dark but a strange legend about a delivery rider was already spreading out from this broken little room
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