Chapter 156: Failure

These words, though simple, caused a sense of urgency to appear on Liz Murray's face.

"I..."

Seemingly sensing this, the staff member quickly typed on the keyboard, looking at the screen.

"School started three weeks ago, enrollment is full, many students arrived on time, so..."

Liz Murray fell silent, unconsciously looking towards the window, observing the joyful scene inside, took a deep breath, and earnestly said.

"I've read about enhancing student participation to develop equitable communities..."

This statement slightly raised the eyebrows of the staff member, staring at the girl who seemed to carry a threatening tone, yet appeared very eager.

Liz Murray didn't back down from the probing gaze; she knew yielding would divert the outcome to another direction.

"I just need a chance, I have no money, no phone, so I walked step by step to get here, unaware of how quickly time passed. If possible, I would have run here..."

The staff member looked seriously at Liz Murray, who had relented, seeing the sweat on her forehead, the sides of her neck, and the worn shoes that seemed to have cracked open, thought for a moment, looked back at the window, then pulled out a document and pen from the drawer.

"You can fill out this form first, try it when David comes out, this is your last chance, although I don't know if you can succeed, David is very punctual."

Liz Murray's breath hitched, a hint of surprise on her face, she took the documents, earnestly saying.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it!"

The staff member indifferently withdrew their gaze, as if doing something trivial, then buried their head in the computer, typing away.

Liz Murray sat back against the wall, began filling out the form, looking at the question about her dreams, paused for a moment, then wrote down several pages.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Many peers who came for evaluation walked out one after another, the last being David, responsible for the evaluation and deciding her admission.

Liz Murray felt David's surprised glance, then reminded the peers.

"Kids, we have another meeting on Friday."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. David."

David smiled, glanced at Liz Murray who had stood up, saying.

"Nice to meet you, kids."

Liz Murray could only watch as many peers left with smiles, seeing David about to re-enter the room, she quickly said.

"Mr. David, my name is Liz..."

However, David interrupted her, smiling, "I'm sorry, our slots are truly full."

After saying that, ignoring Liz Murray's expression, he took the documents handed by the staff member.

"May I disturb you..."

Liz Murray continued somewhat reluctantly, but David had already entered the room.

And the click of the door seemed to cut off all her hopes, Liz Murray stiffened.

The staff member showed a hint of pity, this girl in front of her was the poorest child she had seen...

"I'm sorry, child, the decision is in David's hands, I can't do anything for you."

Liz Murray nodded silently, clutching the form in her hand, looking at the staff member.

"You don't have to apologize, it's my fault, may I take this document with me?"

The staff member nodded: "Of course."

Liz Murray nodded in acknowledgment, then turned and left, accustomed to such outcomes, so it wasn't particularly hard to accept, nothing was worse than her previous life, she could only continue to look for the next opportunity, to give it her all.

But in the staff member's eyes, Liz Murray's shoe sole finally gave way with a snap, most importantly, she didn't discard them but directly took off her shoes, put them in her backpack, and left barefoot...

"Sigh."

The staff member sighed, continued typing on the keyboard, finally hitting the enter key.

Click!

A double-buffed sacred bullet was pressed into the magazine by a hand.

In Pluto's small room, organizing the aftermath, York recalled the morning's events.

This little nun must be addicted to charity work, today she even gathered several community believers, one car after another, heading to a farther place.

And he had to temporarily give up on training the little nun, smiling as he watched them leave cheerfully, waving goodbye.

"She's quite decisive."

Thinking of the action-oriented little nun, York smiled, continuing to press a sacred bullet into the magazine.

"Fits the character I had in mind for reconstruction."

Because of this, the church was empty, giving him a relatively leisurely period.

Especially since today's believers were taken away by the little nun.

"Good opportunity to try the combat method I thought of earlier."

York pressed the last sacred bullet, placed the full magazine on the table alongside the other full magazines, picked up a new magazine, glanced at the virtual window.

Although he knew absorbing Jesus's blood would change the system, he didn't expect the entries on the window to change.

For example, the spirit, which now included the attribute "Holy Power," the first appearance of this attribute.

[Spirit/Holy Power]

"So, it's becoming more apparent?"

York clicked, pressing the first sacred bullet.

"This is good, saves the trouble of undergoing various tests to know which of the four categories connects to which power."

York casually picked up the second bullet, then looked at the values.

After an hour of recovery, both buffs had recovered sixty points.

"Enough."

York squinted, clicked again, pressing the second sacred bullet, his focus now shifted to the real-time 3D map in his mind.

After some time getting used to it, he had grown accustomed to the existence of this real-time 3D map, even coming up with some ideas.

Just now, while familiarizing himself with the use of telekinesis, he suddenly realized the appearance of this physical 3D map in his mind was due to his spirit breaking a hundred, exactly when the telekinesis ability appeared.

"Meaning, it's actually related to telekinesis."

York squinted, feeling as if he was standing in the next room through the 3D map in his mind, like a god's perspective.

"Then..."

York stared at a corner of the next room's cabinet, telekinesis silently surging.

But everything remained calm.

The cabinet next door, containing firearms, wouldn't just open by his will.

"Failure."

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