America, Esoteric Wars

(Esoteric elements, multiple histories, killing lines, heroic spirits, Holy Grail War) Immortal: "In our Mansu, there are nine principles. Which principle are you the leader of?" Wang Ce smiled confidently: "Old man. In our United States, there are more than 3,000 esoteric cults with bounties on their heads... "Which leader do you think I am? " The immortal is anxious: "Hmph! Our supreme god in Mansu is named 'Si Chen', who can summon the knower, the named, and the immortal. Multiple secret histories, invisible arts with great power! "What can you summon?" Wang Ce took out a golden Holy Grail from his arms: "Nothing, just a heroic spirit." A world of freedom and democracy, Manifest Destiny for America. The body collector never believed in tears. A cold rainy night in Seattle, where dreams begin... This is not a fanfic of "The Esoteric Cult Simulator", but draws on most of the Esoteric Cult elements. The United States in parallel time and space is all dripping ice tea.