Chapter 139: Times Have Changed

Superman, a hero product from the United States in a previous life, possessed super strength, super hearing, super perception, heat vision, and other abilities.

Even because his cells had abnormal recovery and regeneration abilities, Superman remained forever young and was unaffected by diseases and injuries, essentially immortal.

Feeling the changes within his body and recalling his general impression of Superman, York thought about his four main attributes.

The four major categories of attributes he possessed—constitution, life, spirit, magic—were always linked to various aspects of attributes and abilities. When one attribute was enhanced, it would cause a chain reaction, leading to the growth of other abilities.

It's best not to compare, as these abilities seemed quite similar to Superman's upon comparison.

Constitution linked to strength, agility, and other abilities.

Life points could also grant his cells the recovery and regeneration abilities like Superman's, even making him younger.

Not to mention the psychic abilities after breaking a hundred in spirit...

Given time, he could indeed become a new kind of alternative Superman. With enough time, he might even surpass Superman.

"Not bad at all," York thought to himself, his eyelids twitching slightly.

Meanwhile, York was unaware that his destructive power was being witnessed by Jeffrey and others who had just entered the building.

Aside from Jeffrey, who already had a concept of the supernatural, the rest of the police officers, including Beck, who knew York, were all stunned.

To them, the entire building was in ruins, with broken tiles and rubble everywhere, presenting a scene of utter destruction.

The ground was full of pits and debris, and the upper floors were gone, leaving only a huge hole with occasional drops of remaining bricks and stones...

"We can't stay here any longer!"

After taking a quick look, Jeffrey made a decisive decision and led everyone out of the Reed Apartment Building, which could be considered a dangerous structure.

Once out, he was also busy sealing off the news, blocking off this area to ensure no one knew the truth about what happened inside the building.

"Set up the barriers, put up the signs, no one is allowed near."

"Understood!"

After giving instructions and watching his subordinates bustling about, Jeffrey sat in the back of the police car, pulled out his phone, and made a call to report the situation to his superior who had been waiting for news.

"Hello!"

A deep voice came from the phone.

Jeffrey straightened up.

"Reporting! Sir."

The last folder, already prepared, was placed into a slot that already contained many folders.

York's name was on it.

Soon, this folder would be sent to where it belonged.

Of course, this matter had nothing to do with York. Even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

For York, he had just resolved another supernatural event.

In front of a detached villa.

York looked at Brother Kenny who had brought him and Eileen home and said softly.

"Brother Kenny, I'll write the report on this matter."

Hearing this, Brother Kenny nodded, "Alright, Father."

York patted the car roof, smiled gently, and said, "Go back, you've worked hard."

"It's my honor to serve you, Father York," Brother Kenny said earnestly, looking at the robust priest.

Hearing this, York smiled and did not respond. He picked up his increasingly withered backpack and stepped back.

Brother Kenny glanced at the novice nun beside him, then released the brake and stepped on the accelerator, driving away and disappearing from their sight.

Watching the tail lights disappear, York glanced at Eileen, who seemed a bit uneasy after Brother Kenny left, and walked towards his detached villa.

"Come in."

Eileen, holding another backpack, hurriedly followed behind the priest. She couldn't help but curiously survey the surrounding environment of the house.

"Father, is this your house?"

"Yes."

York responded, inserting the key into the door lock.

"Aren't you curious why I don't live in the church?"

Without mentioning it, Eileen was indeed curious. The church had many dedicated residences, so priests usually chose to live there, along with their deacons, nuns, and monks.

"A bit."

York smiled, pushed open the front door, and walked in, with Eileen understanding from his expression and gestures.

"You'll understand once you come in. Times have changed, Eileen."

As they entered, York continued.

"Turn on the lights, Nitya."

It was time to give this novice nun, who had always lived in the convent, a shock with technology.

"Okay, sir." A gentle female voice responded from inside.

Hearing this, Eileen, mimicking York, took off her shoes and cautiously entered, asking tentatively,

"Is there someone else here, Father?"

"No, it's a technological product of an intelligent system."

"Uh?"

Eileen's eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion, about to ask something, but what happened next made her stand still with her backpack, wide-eyed.

Instantly, lights turned on one after another, illuminating everything in front of her and surprising her.

A luxurious chandelier hung from the tall ceiling, casting a soft and warm light throughout the space.

A spacious, bright, and clean living room.

Exquisitely made sofas and coffee tables.

A large TV.

The walls adorned with several paintings and decorative art pieces, among others,

All of this seemed very...

Eileen couldn't describe the feeling, but she indeed began to feel out of place.

This contrast with the seemingly exquisite space of the church made her feel like she had nowhere to step, especially the soft carpet that looked expensive.

"Come in."

York looked back at the hesitant Eileen and smiled.

"You'll get used to it."

"..."

Eileen looked at the living room and the soft carpet under her feet, then at the priest, whose eyes contained encouragement. She took a deep breath and tentatively stepped onto the carpet.

A soft and comfortable sensation, as if giving her feet meticulous care, came from the soles of her feet.

Eileen grasped her backpack, beginning to understand why the priest had said he didn't live in the church.

"Feels okay, right?" York smiled.

Eileen pursed her lips and silently nodded.

"Then that's good. You can familiarize yourself with the environment for now, or just sit on the sofa. I'll figure out arrangements for you in a few days."

York said, reaching for her backpack in her arms, but the novice nun seemed not to react, holding it very tightly, indicating how stiff she was.

"You don't have to be so nervous. Here, you can consider it your home," York softly reassured.

"Uh." Eileen came to her senses, hurriedly letting go of the backpack for the priest to take, once again secretly observing the living room and whispered.

"Okay, Father."

...

...

"It's still far off."

Using the real-time 3D map in his mind and seeing Eileen cautiously sitting on the sofa, York's lips curled slightly and he headed down to the basement.

Like above, without him doing much, the lights automatically turned on, illuminating the entire basement.

Just such a convenient feature was enough for him to abandon the choice of living in the church.

Nothing else, times have changed.

He glanced around the shelves in the basement, then at the corner where Annabelle and other supernatural carriers quietly sat,

With everything peaceful, York dropped all the backpacks, took a small bag, and walked towards another direction.

Eventually, he stopped in front of a set of table and chairs, sitting down while taking out records and books from the small bag.

"So what exactly are you?"

Finally seeing the full view of the book, York narrowed his eyes, beginning to trace the source of the Bridget incident...

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