I Rebelled in America

Angsa pirates and squid parasites are raging around the world, ignoring the country. I always think that the people from the country I immigrated to are just expendables, and I always think that my own blood is noble. It's time for them to realize the true meaning of the saying "Princes, generals and ministers should rather have their own kind". What? Do you think the US emperor has unlimited firepower? Happy every day, gunfight every day? So what if my people are invulnerable? What? You said my sword can't hit anyone? Who told you that people who practice martial arts can only use swords, and martial arts are equipped with machine guns, and there is no way for monsters and monsters to escape. What? You say that American imperialism can use global resources? The earth also has limits, but my aura is endless. Ordinary rebellion has nothing new, I want to see rivers of blood flow. It's time for a Reiki revolution. PS: This is the story of a wage earner working for the Lord God to open up a new dungeon world for the Lord God. PPS: The main god is just a background board and will not appear.