Daily Task

" It was originally a simple separation, but when he was leaving, Ms. Moissan stopped him at the door and handed him a generous lunchbox.

"Father, here's the breakfast I prepared for you. Please don't refuse," Mr. Sandy said earnestly.

"Yes, please don't refuse," echoed Ms. Moissan.

Looking at their expressions and the earnestness in their eyes, Anderson felt a little helpless. He knew it would be impolite to refuse in this situation. Refusing could be interpreted as having an opinion about them.

"Thank you!" Anderson could only smile and leave as they watched.

After finishing his exorcism on the way, the only place he wanted to go was the church he was responsible for. After all, he still had daily tasks to complete.

 [Prayer]   

 [Daily task: Say a prayer in the church]   

 [Completion reward: +0.5 Points]

The church he was responsible for served as the central point where several nearby communities met, though it was still some distance from Ms. Moissan's home.

With the lunchbox heavy in his bag, Anderson simply sat down on a pedestrian chair along the community avenue and finished eating before heading to the church.

Aside from anything else, the food prepared by Ms. Moissan suited his changing tastes; at least, it wasn't bland.

Opening the lunchbox with several layers, Anderson was startled, then laughed.

The first layer wasn't filled with food; instead, it was packed with banknotes, one after another, all featuring Franklin's face, clearly visible.

"This is really..." Anderson shook his head. Without counting, he packed the money into his backpack. He could use it for research. The underground warehouse he built at home basically came from this source of funds.

Grabbing a sandwich from the box, Anderson muttered to himself as he ate.

The next moment, a virtual window appeared in front of him.

In the novels he had read, time travelers came with their own plug-ins, and he was no exception.Although he couldn't determine whether he was originally from Earth or if he belonged to this parallel world as Anderson. He had two memories fused together, It could also be said that both Anderson and I are the same person.

"A new personality formed by the fusion of two personalities? Dominated by the previous life, a brand new me?" Anderson summarized this a little.

Forget it; his missions were different from other time travelers. They always appeared randomly and fleetingly. Sometimes several would appear at once, and sometimes there would be no missions for months.

In addition to the above, the most important thing was that he could make choices, reject and accept, with a high degree of freedom.

Anderson looked at his personal information and decided to add the bonus points, +5, to his life.

The health value on the panel rose directly from 93 to 98, and at the same time, there was an instant surge of vitality in his body.

Feeling the sudden burst of energy and a tingling sensation throughout his body, Anderson's expression remained unchanged.

Health was very important, and adding to it was not a loss at all. He had once researched and found that any damage he took would affect his health. For example, if he stabbed himself, he would lose a little health.

Anderson believed that this health value must be linked to his vitality. If the health value on the panel was depleted, he would truly die.

"It's really like the health bar in a game..." Anderson complained as he quickly finished the sandwich in his hand, packed up, and strode towards the church.

As a modern priest, it wasn't that he didn't have a car, but walking slowly made it easier to trigger random tasks.

Unfortunately, no random missions were triggered until he reached the dilapidated door of the church he was responsible for.

"Hey, another day as a psychologist." Looking at the familiar church in front of him, Anderson took out the key, unlocked the door, and walked in slowly.

When he had nothing to do, he would sit in the church like the priests in movies and TV shows.

If there were no missions, some believers would come over to pray every day. Occasionally, these people would seek psychological help from him as a priest or express their distress and confess.

The important thing was that these believers had different identities—some were rich, some were killers, some were beggars, and some had supernatural abilities that he suspected, etc.

In general, this was a vast social resource, and this was one of the important reasons why these priests seemed to be so famous and powerful—no one knew who they might know.

As Anderson walked, he thought and subconsciously glanced at the environment of the church. Strangely enough, the church he was in charge of wasn't as splendid and brand-new as other priests' churches. Instead, it was weathered and aged, the traces of time clearly visible.

However, there was a constant stream of guests. While not many came every day, their identities were all sorts of strange.

Anderson looked away, made the sign of the cross on his chest, and walked into the main building in the center of the church.

It was no different from what appeared in movies and TV shows. Rows and rows of chairs surrounded the statue of Jesus in the depths, his hands and feet nailed to the cross, with candles burning all around.

Under the candlelight, the overall lighting was dim. This was intentional; in this atmosphere, some believers would calm down, and it would also make it easier for some believers to release the darkness in their hearts.

Anderson walked to the open space in front of the table under the statue of Jesus before stopping. Then, looking at the statue of Jesus, he made the sign of the cross on his chest, said Amen again, clasped his fists on his chest, closed his eyes, and began to pray.

As atheists, Anderson naturally didn't believe in Jesus as God. At most, he only prayed to bless himself in his heart, much like making wishes on his birthday.

"..."

"Lord, I thank you for giving me the opportunity to serve you..."

"With your power, I exorcised another demon today..."

"For the safety of believers, I hope you can release more missions from the system without punishment..."

"If you can, please grant me invincible power..."

"I will always believe in you..."

"..."

Anderson didn't stop until the mechanical sound in his ears signaled the end of the prayer.

 [Prayer: Church prayer (completed)]  

 [Reward: +0.5 Points have been issued]   

"Amen!"

Anderson opened his eyes and finished the words directly, then added the 0.5 points to his health with a nonchalant expression.

The world was too dangerous, and it was important to save one's life.

After taking a look at the statue of Jesus, Anderson picked up his backpack and walked to the path on the right. He was going to adorn himself and wait for the arrival of some believers.

In fact, there were many things that a priest had to do every day, besides praying and mass, but he skipped these steps. Otherwise, he was too lazy.

After that, there were some church management matters, but he also skipped this step because he was the only priest in this church, which had weathered years of wind and rain and seemed to have been forgotten by the church.

Without people, what was there to manage? He even thought that this church might be fake. Of course, he would also engage in some community services and actively participate.

Because the probability of a task appearing was very high."