GOD OF ALL SYSTEMS
Chapter 53 - 53: One Man against a Nation 1

The city of New York was in a merry mood, especially after surviving the catastrophic event of numerous gate overloads. The awakened who survived against the relentless barrage of monsters and demons celebrated while the injured were being healed by the droids from King Tech and some surviving healers at the scene.

"Yes! We made it; we survived the apocalypse!"

A female warrior awakened with excitement as she rushed into the embrace of her male counterpart. The male comrade hugged the female with a tight grip as they kissed and later checked on each other's health status.

This scene can be said to be occurring all over the city of New York, as those who survived sought after their loved ones and family, while those that lost their team or family members mourned with grief.

But the calmness did not last for long when suddenly, VOOM! A loud voom sound reverberated the scene, and followed was a massive wave of domineering pressure, which descended the scene like the entire sea poured into a mere bucket. Indeed, like the crushing pressure that the sea would exert on a mere bucket, the entire city suddenly trembled, the trembling resembling a high-class earthquake.

With such an attention-grabbing, chaotic event, everyone at the scene immediately looked up. Seeing that the overwhelming pressure descended on them, causing almost every building to collapse or at least tremble vigorously as if about to fall, it would be unnatural to not look up.

And upon looking up, the crowd of thousands were greeted by three beings, each radiating powers far beyond their scope of understanding. But among the three, a silver-haired man with majestic goldy aura and a woman that stood as the very representation of heavenly beauty stood out. The man held another man by the throat as if a plaything of his.

And for some unknown reason, the man being held doesn't seem to be struggling the least, or at least that's what being seen.

And the woman leisurely levitated behind the man with a carefree demeanor, as if enjoying some form of entertainment. Her feet even wiggled in the air, this action expressing her expecting excitement.

And as for the man in captivity, even though he was held like a child carelessly holding their stuffed dolls by the neck, the man still radiated ceaseless amounts of chaotic energy, an energy almost every awakened at the scene would instantly recognize, as they have been fighting the demons for hours on end not long ago.

It was demonic energy, and at an even greater level compared to the demons from the gate overloads.

"Am I in an illusion? Just how strong is that demon that its demonic energy alone could make me shiver even when it's thousands of feet in the sky?" An experienced elderly male awakened as he struggled to maintain his balance.

"You are worried about the demonic energy?! How about you focus from who the demonic energy is originating from?" Another seasoned male awakened said with a bewildered opened mouth as he stared at the beings in the sky, especially at the man in captivity.

Listening to his fellow citizens, the experienced awakened, and those who happened to subconsciously overhear their conversation immediately focused on their target. And like the seasoned middle-aged awakened, they also couldn't help but react with opened mouths. One woman even outright blurted out her thoughts.

"That! Isn't that our president? President Wilson?!"

The woman's bellow caused an uproar as everyone looked at the man in captivity, especially when the word president was mentioned.

"That's indeed the president, but why is he exuding such demonic energy, and how come he is in captivity? Shouldn't he be the strongest awakened in America? What the hell is going on!?"

These were the thoughts of the citizens of New York and America as they stared at the picture of their president not only emitting demonic energy, one even worse than the demons, but also in captivity. And to make matters worse, this person strong enough to immobilize the proclaimed strongest awakened in their nation is currently here.

If this man can defeat their strongest awakened, what does that spell for the rest of the country?

Such thoughts permeated the minds of the onlookers as they stared at the silver-haired man, who seems to be waiting for someone or something, with dread, but even then, some couldn't help but develop the urge to challenge the man, as his actions meant the humiliation of the United States of America.

…

In the sky, Patrick hovered with his right hand behind him while holding the president in his left hand. He currently wore his symbiotic adaptation suit, but without the helmet. The golden lines of the suit breamed with infinite godly energy, which was radiating from his omnipotent body. His black cape was steadily fluttering with the swaying breeze as if in symphony.

Athena wore a similar suit to the symbiotic adaptation suit, but unlike Patrick, her suit was gold-colored with black and red lines. Her suit and the design matching her red lips and crimson crystal eyes, her golden black cape, lazily fluttered behind her, representing her carefree state.

The couple exuded unlimited godly energies, which constantly permeated around them, causing space and time to glitch continuously, almost as if about to cease to exist.

"Grace, make sure every living soul on the planet sees this; today will be the most memorable day in the history of this planet."

"Already done, Master." Grace replied in Patrick's mind.

Patrick said to Grace when simultaneously, massive magical displays appeared in every habitable part of the planet, or at least where humans had visited. The massive displays were neither technological nor scientific but were constructed from the magical and omnipotent powers of Grace.

The displays were fabrics of space torn apart, and the centers formed into magical displays—a scene that can only be found in a magical haven.

The magical displays portrayed realistic images of the scene; it's as if the onlookers are at the scene looking at everything from a front row perspective.

....

United States War Strategic Intelligence Center

"Somebody tell me, is this real?!"

Inside a blue-light room, in the middle of nowhere, a man stood with his hands behind him, facing a large technological screen showing the magical displays, as he questioned the entire room authoritatively. The man wore a United States Army uniform; he had a muscular physique with his rolled sleeves showing his refined triceps.

The General of the U.S. Army, a white man in uniform with five silver stars in a circle as a rank tag, held a serious countenance as he stared at the displays with a resentful gaze.

From among the tens of top-secret agents working inside the blue-light room, a male soldier immediately stood at attention as he addressed the general's question.

"General, sir, the feed is real and is being broadcasted from New York. There are numerous reports from multiple awakened at the scene." The male soldier reported.

"Get me the director of security and defense ASAP. And order every American-associated guild here or overseas to deploy every awakened, including their bosses, to New York City immediately; failure to report means treason and the complete termination of their licenses, especially the S-ranks.

Whoever this man is, he is not afraid of us, and an enemy that can hold our strongest awakened by the neck isn't someone we can take lightly."

The army general said this as he stared at the silver-haired man with suspicion. He turned to a group of seven people on his left and said, "Intelligence, I want to know everything about that man and that woman behind him. Their backgrounds, associations, everything!"

"Yes General." The group answered in unison like a military unit.

Thirteen seconds later, a woman from the intelligence division stood and presented a holographic display to the general as she replayed her report.

"Sir General. We have searched through every database on the planet, but we could not find anything on the silver-haired man, not even his picture. But as for the woman, we correlated her appearance with that of Athena Watson, granddaughter of Julius Watson, a prominent family in Metro City, Dasia Kingdom.

But when we searched for Athena Watson, all information relating to her had been wiped out from the internet; not even the servers from which she previously had social media accounts were spared of the total wipeout. Even weirder, no ties between her and the Watson family were found.

Additionally, when we also investigated the Watson family, we discovered that all information about anyone connected to the Watson family is beyond Top Secret."

"Beyond Top Secret, is there even such a clearance!?" The general asked with a suspicious frown, this information taking him aback. Immediately thinking of something, the general commanded, "Use code Eagle to override it; we need as much information as possible before engaging with the enemy.

"…, about that, General, we can't override their clearance because their information is being protected by an unknown server that even we can't hack.

A solid attempt would take at least fifteen thousand years to crack a single code, and there are three million codes in the encryption, and that's if we only dedicate all our resources to deciphering the code." The female soldier reported, her face expressing the confusion and bafflement even while explaining to the general the given results.

Hearing the news, the general reacted with a suspicious frown again, but turning his head to the massive display of the president in captivity, he spoke. "Forget it then; it's best to just assume the Watson family is in cahoots with these two people. But regardless of who they are, they just made an enemy of the United States of America!"

....

In the skies of New York City, "VOOSH! VOOSH! VOOSH!" Multiple F-22 fighter jets zoomed past beds of clouds as they flew into New York at supersonic speeds.

"Sky Tower, this is Eagle 66, commencing descent into the danger zone; enemy heat signals were not detected. Enemy presence not detected by radar, utilizing visual aids, requesting forceful backup!"

"Eagle 66, Sky Tower, you are free to engage in proper visuals with the enemy. The enemy is classified as code red; I repeat, engage upon proper visuals!"

"Sky Tower, Eagle 66 copies. Full formation descent."

"Forceful backup in route, Eagle 66; God bless America!"

"God bless America!"

A pilot leading a six-man F-22 fighter jet formation transmitted via comms as they drew closer to their target. Their speeds continuously broke supersonic as they covered hundreds of nautical miles in mere thrusts.

…

"What a fool you are, daring to face the strongest nation on the planet! Don't you know the United States is the last country anyone would want to mess with!? Even I wouldn't dare such stupidity at the pinnacle of my strength."

Upon seeing the incoming fighter jets, the demon god said with a mocking tone while assuming a wide grin.

But listening to the demon, Patrick maintained his impassive expression and kept staring at the incoming jets as he replied, "You are in no position to breathe without my authority, little demon, let alone speak. Let's change that."

Finished speaking, Patrick tightened his grip on the demon god's neck, causing the demon god to open his mouth due to muscle control, but upon opening its mouth, and without the slightest hesitation, Patrick shoved his right hand straight into the demon god's mouth and into his throat.

A second later, with a casual pull, Patrick removed his hand, but what came with his right hand was the demon god's entire tongue, coupled with some internal organs too squashed to make of.

"ARGGH!" A loud tongueless wail reverberated the scene as the president's face began dripping unmeasurable amounts of blood; his tongue was uprooted from his interior and wrapped around his neck like a massive chain of guts and organs.

This whole scene played out right in the magical displays, making it that every living person on Earth 001 witnessed how the U.S.A.'s president's tongue was plunged from his guts and laid to wrap around his neck.

"Now, let the flies come," Patrick said as he dropped the demon god beside him. The demon god hovered in a kneeling position as his face constantly bled blood, and his tongue hanged around his neck like a cursed item.

In the distance, the incoming F-22 fighter jets finally caught sight of Patrick's group.

"Sky tower, Eagle 66, detecting a demonic lifeform in the appearance of the Commander in Chief (President), requesting special command to engage."

"Eagle 66, this is Sky Tower; that person is not the Commander in Chief; engage targets."

"Copy Sky Tower, engaging targets in T minus 3 seconds."

"3, 2…"

While the pilots from the other end of the scene approached at Mach 2 speeds, Patrick turned to the demon god as he said, "Looks like your leaders have already figured out why you are here. I know they already figured that you are a demon and don't want the public to know. How typical of you Americans.

But where I exist, everything goes the way I want." As Patrick spoke, he watched six incoming missiles breaking the sound barrier and covering the distance in an instant and zooming at him and Athena, of course also at the president/demon god.

Patrick maintained a dull expression as he hovered with his hands behind him. "SHOOSH BOOM!" A loud, booming sound reverberated as six of America's most powerful missiles landed their target.

"WOAH!" The New York crowd bellowed, and the billions of people watching from different sides of the planet reacted in unison. Some awakened warriors at the scene began fleeing the scene upon seeing the explosion from above.

"Let's go; New York might be doomed for real this time." A speed-type awakened warrior said as he flashed from the scene.

Tens of thousands of others also began fleeing the scene in fear for their lives.

...

Simultaneously outside the W.A.O. office in England, Thomas Spike, his two granddaughters, and multiple other awakened warriors who had just finished a hectic battle with the demons stood as they watched the massive magical display that had mysteriously appeared in the sky. They just witnessed the six missiles landing on the silver-haired man who was holding the president.

"There are still demonic monsters in the U.S." The chairman asked concernedly as he stared at the display.

"No sir, I mean grandfather, it doesn't seem to be a monster, but rather a man."

Marie Spike, sister to Maria Spike, said to her grandfather and boss. Hearing his granddaughter, Thomas Spike frowned as he said, "Yes, I saw that. Was he holding the U.S. president? Isn't the president of the United States an SS rank awakened? Who is strong enough to hold a powerful SS rank awakened captive?!"

"That's not even the crazy part, grandfather; the crazy part was how there was endless amounts of demonic energy coming from the president's body." Marie Spike said, and she then turned to her sister, Maria, as she asked, "What do you think, Maria?"

But upon turning, Marie saw Maria in a pondering state, as if trying to connect something. Maria held a confused yet pondering expression as she was lost in thought.

"Maria?!" Marie brought Maria from her pondering state and said, "Huh! Ohhh, I'm sorry, I just can't get this out of my head, but I think I have seen that kid, I mean man, before." Maria said as she looked up to see the scene currently covered in explosions.

"You have seen him before?! Where?" Marie asked with a curious expression.

"That's the thing, I'm trying to remember."

....

At the explosion scene in New York, the six missiles reached their target, causing an explosion that spread for ten miles in radius.

"Sky Tower, Eagle 66, missiles engaged, no signs of life detected, targets eliminated." The leading pilots said as their flying formation changed course and began flying away from the scene.

But just when they were in the action of returning, a silver-haired figure flashed before the group as he stretched his hand and stopped the flying F-22 jet midair. The male pilot widened his eyes in disbelief, but before he could even fully raise his brows, the silver-haired man with golden eyes and infinity symbols within them spoke, his word going directly into the pilot's head.

"I didn't come to play with you, mortals, now begone." Simultaneously to the man finishing his words, the F-22 jets instantaneously disintegrated into dust particles, as were the pilots within.

With the first reaction force destroyed, Patrick now hovered alone in the sky with an impassive demeanor. He then raised his head as he seemed to be talking to someone specifically.

"Is this all that you are capable of? Pathetic!"

....

At Area 51

The three demons who had previously caused havoc now laid in shredded pieces. Standing over the shredded bodies of the monsters was a female figure with a black mask. The female doesn't even seem to be sweating after fighting three S-rank demons of massive size.

Suddenly, a man rushed from the distance, seeming to have a report. Sensing the man, the female figure in complete black attire, who doesn't seem to be emitting a single shadow despite the countless lights in the massive chamber, turned her head left as she said.

"Report,"

"The missiles didn't do anything, and the reaction force was disintegrated." The man reported.

Hearing this, the woman remained unreactive, but she mumbled something no one could hear: "Of course they didn't work; we are fighting against him after all. So, after all these years, you have decided to show yourself, Progenitor."