Giles, whose identity was exposed by his girlfriend during the rebirth of God Gray, was reluctantly pushed to the forefront, becoming the National Guardian Youth of the United States.

In Giles’ eyes, this group of politicians enjoying air-conditioned offices was seriously toxic, just like the top brass of Konoha Village in the Naruto manga—incapable of doing anything but great at screwing over their own people.

But he was ultimately still a youth, and the superpower erosion only twisted his personality into a "slacker," making him lazier, unlike God Gray, who directly punished everyone who had wronged him and ruled this vast empire with divine might.

"Stop dreaming! I can’t possibly be a match for the Prophet! Never mind him, even against the Martial God, I’m no match!"

"They throw me directly into outer space, how am I supposed to survive?"

"Are you idiots or brain-dead?"

Giles exclaimed emotionally: "If you’re so awesome, why don’t you go yourselves?"

"Haven’t you seen Ma Ran’s battle records?"

"He’s already surpassed the limits of human definition!"

"My ability’s range is only ten meters, I’d be killed instantly before even getting close!"

"Besides, even if I use superpowers to instantly cut them in half, or even chop off a head, what difference does it make?"

The God of Indians, Blood Arrow, current member of the Grass Hut Academy, has joined the Guardian Organization.

Restriction, not confrontation, actually, our plan is to have you approach the Prophet as a friend, becoming his important ally and partner, guiding his thoughts, and dissolving his hostility towards us, that’s all.

Your wisdom and thinking have earned my respect, young man.

That’s why I’m here making things absolutely clear.

We are not schemers, we just want to protect our interests, that’s all.

As long as you don’t harm our interests, you can do anything.

If you can help us maintain this common interest, then...

You will gain some friends.

Trust me, young man.

When you combine ability and wealth, some interesting chemical reactions occur.

"Sorry, I refuse."

Giles stood up, apologizing with his mouth, though he wished he could punch the other’s face: "In the end, it’s just money and some ’heavenly and earthly treasures’, at most giving me some useless reputation?"

A bunch of old geezers who can’t keep up with the times, indeed power and wealth were very potent, able to manipulate many people, even control the trends of the era, holding the hidden framework of the times.

But now?

Now it’s the Extraordinary Era!

The times have changed!

These people talk as if they have the power to annihilate the path, spewing nonsense like gilded lotuses appearing from the ground.

In reality, Giles reckons they’re just akin to using nukes to sweep the dust off Earth.

As the Mediator, he’s a hundred percent sure that hydrogen bombs wouldn’t do squat to him.

Explosions, shockwaves, radiation...

All these are perfectly countered by Giles’ ability.

"I’m not starting out in a loser’s journey, none of what you mentioned interests me."

Giles lowered his voice, speaking earnestly: "Besides those things, I value my life more."

"If one day, I become friends with the Prophet, it will mean one thing — that my beliefs are similar to his, we are comrades of the same mind."

"And another thing..."

"I hate traitors who deceive emotionally!"

"So, I hope you don’t use this trick on me."

"I’m different from Gray, though I haven’t killed anyone, I consider myself decisive and ruthless."

"Mess with me, and you’ll regret it."

Having said his harsh words, Giles left straight away.

Most of the politicians present looked uncertain, some even cursed out with words beginning with F or S.

Yet the hunched and powerful man laughed wildly, then fell into a short but violent coughing fit, almost coughing himself to death.

After a while, he leisurely sat at the head seat, legs crossed, and said slowly: "We anticipated this outcome, didn’t we?"

"The Mediator who has grasped terrifying power, is not as naive as we thought."

"The data collected this time should be expedited for analysis, to quickly establish a comprehensive model of Giles."

"Abilities, psychology, knowledge reserves, interpersonal relationships..."

"Nothing can be omitted!"

"I believe that there is no power in this world that cannot be used by me!"

The politicians present quickly responded.

"Understood, arrangements will be made immediately."

"The detailed update information for the Main God Game is here."

"Currently, the highest VIP user in America is only at level 2, of course, we suspect some V3 players, like Giles, lack the spirit of dedication and broad perspective, deliberately hiding their information."

"Should we continue to wait for the resurrection of God, or..."

The old man knocked on the table with a commanding demeanor and said firmly: "Directly initiate the ’Multi-Faith’ plan!"

"The achievements of God Gray have shown us that, although powerful, he is not invincible."

"And the Prophet Ma Ran and Martial God Su Qiangwei have already slain the true, god from the Outer Star!"

"The divine essence of the God of Slaughter was gifted by Ma Ran as a favor, given to Game Main God Xuan, leading to the main game update."

"This indicates..."

"We have fallen too far behind!"

"The United States needs more powerful and diversified power!"

"If you find this hard to understand, let me make it clearer – we need the power of Game Main God Xuan!"

"We need every means possible to return America to its position of dominance!"

"In the spread of extraordinary powers, we have already lagged far behind China."

"In terms of core and top-tier combat power, we absolutely cannot lose to them!"

"I have sent people to fly to Guanlan Country to negotiate an alliance with the Profound Immortal, addressing the two ’National Guardian’ issues."

In the short term, if we can’t strengthen ourselves, then weaken the competitors.

The lower politicians all echoed.

"You are right."

"China’s power is indeed too strong, it must be contained!"

"However, the issue is... it’s said that the Profound Immortal has a deep friendship with China’s Prophet, they are brothers bonded by ’Brotherhood Wine’ with Wudang..."

The old man’s gaze was as sharp as a hawk, sweeping over everyone: "There are only eternal interests in the world, no eternal friends, as long as the price is high enough, we can achieve our goal!"

"That Profound Immortal is no saint either, the possibility of him turning his back on the Prophet, just like Japan once did, and siding with America is high!"

"Don’t worry about this."

"Next, focus all energy on the ’Multi-Faith’ plan!"

"Increase promotion for the Game Main God Xuan! Through brainwashing, training, ideological transformation, and other plans, heavily promote the cultivation of game main god’s believers!"

The appearance of the Main God Game’s VIP3 privileges has made each observing country sure — this is indeed a brand new path in the extraordinary world.

...

China.

Beijing, Guangyu Academy.

In the dormitory.

Coming from the phone was Su Qiangwei’s satisfied voice: "Alright! Not playing today, I’ll take you duo queue some other time!"

Ma Ran: "..."

"Alright."

Warnings like "overindulging in games is bad for your health" didn’t need to be spoken.

He knew better than anyone else that since returning from the Blood Mist Star, Su Qiangwei was training harder than ever, spending more time and effort.

Since she’s so dedicated, playing a few games with her occasionally wouldn’t hurt.

United Kingdom, United States, Russia, France, Guanlan Country, South Korea, Germany, Turkey, Brazil, Argentina, Mexico...

Regarding the main game update, countries all over the world responded, some resistant, others attempting to leverage it.

In any case, these Audiences all reacted strongly to Ma Ran’s performance this time.

With the push from the structures of various nations, the play ability finally responded.

In the field of vision, red copper-colored metal droplets gradually merged, forming a brand new medal — Faith Network of Xuan!