Chapter 277: A New World

"..."

"Old man, are you from the outside world?"

"Why does everyone's power merge with this world, but you don't?"

"Or, do those saints from the legends really exist, but they are not natives of this world?"

"Wait and see if I can find something good in another world..."

"If not, then you can go. After all, you're returning to God..."

"I believe, with your achievements, you'll definitely become one of God's leading generals up there!"

"Maybe not as favored as God's darlings or his own sons, those angels, but you definitely won't be far behind..."

"When that time comes, don't forget to look after me..."

In the silent room, one side of the conversation echoed.

Regrettably, it remained a monologue.

York's rambling words ultimately received no response.

He was just looking at the old man lying on the bed, whose heartbeat was faint, seemingly in a vegetative state without any consciousness, speaking some homely words, trying to make amends...

But once something begins, it leads to a process, and with a process, there inevitably comes an end.

In the blink of an eye, the next day arrived as scheduled.

The sun had just risen, and the early rays of sunlight streamed through the window into the room, illuminating everything with a warm orange glow.

The room was filled with the faint scent of the morning, tranquil and soothing.

The sunlight cast on the bed, projecting the patterns of the quilt onto the wall, forming mottled shadows. In this dim light, the entire bed, including the sleeping old man, seemed to be gently embraced.

After sitting and chatting all night, York got up from his chair, took off the cross hanging around his neck, and placed it in the old man's hand.

"Old man, you sleep first. I'll come and see you again when I have time."

York smiled lightly: "Of course, when I'm free."

After saying that, York immediately turned and left.

In his mind's eye, outside stood Bishop Cecil and even some bishops he knew who had just arrived.

"So, where to go?"

York remembered everything displayed on that map.

In the map, the first country that seemed about to erupt was South Korea.

"South Korea, huh?"

York squinted his eyes, feeling somewhat hesitant.

But, the rift had to be addressed after all, as it was the kind that would affect everything once it erupted.

"..."

York let out a sigh and stopped in front of the main entrance.

"Then, let's go to South Korea."

With a click, he opened the door.

Everyone looked over.

With all eyes on him, York smiled lightly: "I've decided where to go..."

.........

A document was sent to various places in South Korea after confirmation.

Regardless of the location, arranging the team and organization required some time, especially concerning the allocation throughout the entire archdiocese, so it needed time.

Before this, York had easily arranged everything.

The change in his mindset and the special nature of his tasks had expanded his horizons far beyond what they were before.

If during his priesthood he was content with a small corner, only lingering around the Pluto Church and occasionally, due to attribute points, making a run to the USA.

Now, his focus was the entire world.

Of course, in comparison, the whole world could be equivalent to the Pluto Church, and the countries could be considered various places in the USA...

York, holding his phone, appeared in every group chat, saying his sincere goodbyes to all the old believers.

Although it was hard to leave, there was no choice.

The believers felt the same, reluctant but helpless.

So, with a simple message, they understood and wished him a smooth journey.

The farewell was so effortless that York felt he had changed.

Besides saying goodbye to the believers of the Pluto Church, York naturally did not forget to make arrangements for the Pluto Church, after all, it was his base.

He used his authority to transfer Father Archipad, whom he had previously examined, to the Pluto Church.

After all, this guy was also one of his people, sharing this bond of examination, probably a deliberate act by Gabriel, the old man.

Seeing retirement approaching and entering the secret chamber, he found a reliable support for his spiritual son...

This time, for the believers of the Pluto Church, York recognized this relationship.

It was said that although this guy hadn't found his enemy yet, he was very serious about his work. Daily prayers, masses, etc., were never missed, showing a serious dedication and a good character, compassionate at heart.

Much more diligent than York, the original slacker priest.

"Probably wants to enhance his strength. The more devout and dedicated, the more favored by God," York smiled knowingly.

"Just right to serve the believers of the Pluto Church, it's my personal desire."

Apart from sending a priest to take care of the Pluto Church for the old believers, there were also arrangements and handling of staff.

Robert and his family were all there, naturally continuing as usual, this guy was diligent and hardworking.

And John Wick needed some consideration. In the end, York gave him the choice and the address in South Korea.

"Coming or not, it doesn't really matter."

York's expression didn't change; after all, the killer wasn't his personal monk, just someone looking for a retirement job.

So, York didn't care much, just continued arranging the following matters.

However, there was a bit of a change this time.

York sat on the couch, stopped scrolling on his phone, and looked to the other side.

There, in addition to Erin who prayed silently every day, there was another guy, full of excitement.

He was wearing a brand-new monk's robe, touching here and there, extremely excited.

This guy was none other than Old Mike's son, Hill.

A genius who liked to research some odd but useful things.

And this genius had just become his personal monk.

No choice, this guy traveled thousands of miles with messy hair, suddenly appearing in front of him, presenting Old Mike's consent form, agreeing for him to become a monk.

York was taken aback for a moment, then remembered the promise he made earlier.

In Romania, he agreed to Hill's desire to become his personal monk, but needed Old Mike's consent.

Now with the consent in hand, he couldn't find a good reason to refuse.

He didn't easily go back on his word, plus the guy was indeed very serious.

At the same time, he truly had some talent for research.

Because through the very crude technology in the legends of the night, he actually developed holy water bullets, including holy light bullets.

Holy water bullets might still be within common knowledge, as there were actual objects, but holy light bullets were somewhat surprising to him.

Although, according to Hill, the production of holy light bullets was difficult, the materials required were scarce worldwide, and special, so they couldn't be produced in large quantities because they needed to use spirit powder and some other materials in combination.

But what is holy light? In a way, it's like sunlight, but not sunlight, yet it has the divine power of sunlight.

That is to say, this guy permanently sealed the divine power of sunlight in bullets, including its divine power.

He might struggle with the concept of sealing, but the difficulty of permanently sealing it was unimaginable, he simply couldn't understand

 how it was made.

Anyway, listening to this kid's long, complicated explanations about light refraction, slowing down the light speed, what medium, etc., he was already a bit overwhelmed.

So not mentioning the consent, just based on this creativity, talent, and merit, he would agree.

After all, if this guy could come up with some more useful gadgets in the future, it would be good for the little nun who already knew how to use a gun.

"Heh heh."

Noticing the gaze, Hill, who had transformed, subconsciously looked in the direction of the feeling, and when he saw it was the bishop looking at him, he subconsciously chuckled.

"Who would have thought such a guy is a genius..."

York shook his head and continued to look at his phone, continuing to arrange things for the Pluto Church, including the stuff at home, the collections in the basement.

But eventually, there came an end. York edited the word "archive" into a text message and sent it out, then stood up.

His standing up made Hill, still immersed in the joy of his new clothes, and Erin, silently praying, cast their gazes over.

York smiled, picked up the backpack on the sandbag: "We're leaving. New places, new lives need time to adjust. Oh, and we also need to learn some Korean."

As the words fell, York stepped towards the door, tossing the backpack towards an excited Hill.

Erin glanced at this fellow deacon, silently following behind her now-promoted bishop.

"Wait for me..."

Hill grabbed the backpack and followed.

..........

Half a month later.

Seoul, Jongno District, South Korea.

Around noon, a man driving an electric bike stopped in front of a connected building complex and parked the bike on the street in front of the buildings.

The man looked to be middle-aged, but his temples were somewhat white, his body robust, as he took out a box of fried chicken from the insulated box on the rear seat of the bike.

Even though it was winter, bitterly cold, the man was only wearing a simple coat, and despite having just been riding the electric bike in the cold winter wind, he still appeared calm.

"It should still be hot."

The man touched the fried chicken box to feel the temperature inside, relieved, he didn't linger and walked towards the building complex.

He stopped in front of the main entrance guarded by a doorman.

He showed the fried chicken delivery to the guard at the entrance.

"Hello, I'm here to deliver again."

The guard obviously knew the man's identity, just nodded, then gestured for the man to enter on his own.

The man grinned, holding the fried chicken delivery and directly walked through the path next to the barrier gate.

Then, what appeared in front of him was a series of large buildings connected together and a large parking space in front.

"No matter how many times I come here, I still think this church is really big, even bigger than some residential areas."

The man sighed, just quickly glanced around, then familiarly hurried towards the largest main building, the central cathedral.

On the way, he could see people, men and women, young and old, coming out from inside.

"Their clothes look expensive, obviously not ordinary people." The man grumbled to himself, trying to keep a low profile as he sneakily looked around and slipped in.

The two parties crossed paths.

"Who is he?"

This group of people were walking in the hall in front of the main building when an elderly lady with white hair spoke up.

"Replying to the chairman, it seems like he's often ordered by Bishop York. He should be the owner of that fried chicken shop, I remember his name is Zhang Zhouyuan," someone replied earnestly.

"Bishop York still orders fried chicken delivery?" The old woman showed a surprised expression, seemingly amazed by this, and looked back instinctively.

Unfortunately, the man had already slipped inside, and his figure had long disappeared.

At this moment, the curious man, bending slightly, faced the young nun in front of him, wearing a black habit, looking youthful yet very competent, and whispered.

"Sister Erin, the fried chicken should still be hot, it's cold, better eat it while it's hot."

"Hmm."

The now more mature Erin glanced at the man in front of her, took the fried chicken delivery from his hands, and then handed over the prepared banknote.

"Mr. Zhang Zhouyuan, aren't you cold?"

Zhang Zhouyuan, withdrawing his gaze from the scattered people around the bench, casually took the banknote from the nun's hand and chuckled.

"Not cold, not cold, I'm in good health."

As he spoke, he sneakily glanced inside again: "That, Sister Erin, is the priest not here?"

Long since he had heard the term 'priest', Erin didn't object or even ask the man to change his address, just kindly said: "The priest has things to handle."

"Ah, I see."

Zhang Zhouyuan appeared somewhat disappointed, subconsciously looking inside again.

"Do you have something to ask the priest?" Erin noticed that the man in front of her, who seemed a bit unusual to the priest, seemed to have something on his mind, and spoke kindly.

"No, nothing."

Zhang Zhouyuan quickly shook his head, he just wanted to ask some ordinary things from the priest who seemed like a good person.

Since he's not there, he'll have to ask later. Seeing that the nun seemed about to say something, he looked very flustered and quickly spoke up.

"That, Sister Erin, I won't disturb your meal, I'll be going now, enjoy your meal."

Thus, under the nun's gaze, Zhang Zhouyuan directly walked out and turned a corner, disappearing at the entrance.

Seeing this, Erin unconsciously glanced at the fried chicken in her hands, shook her head, and left the spot.

She followed the small path under the church walls, walked all the way to the altar, and then disappeared into a side path.

At this moment.

Wearing a pitch-black bishop's robe, not conspicuous at all, York stood with his hands behind his back, expressionlessly staring at a space rift that ran from the ground to the ceiling.

The rift was wide and large, like a dragon glowing with red light.

The vivid red, emitting strong energy fluctuations, blazed like a burning flame.

The space on both sides seemed twisted and stretched, forming a red vortex, continuously rotating and wriggling, like fragmented snow.

Red light crisscrossed at the edges of the rift, flickering like burning flames, coloring everything around with a red halo.

York felt the terrifying power and some kind of material leaking out from inside the rift, squinting his eyes.

"Probably another month or so, then..."

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