Chapter 201: Dragging It Out

The body of the demon, which had been contained, was sealed by the followers of an evil cult and even offered as a sacrifice in a magical formation, complete with a reading stand for placing books.

Furthermore, Gabriel could feel that something must have been present at the scene from the photos he received, yet that guy hadn't mentioned a single word about it.

Shaking his head, Gabriel loosened his grip on his right hand, holding a report with very sloppy handwriting that needed to be deciphered one by one. Suddenly thinking of a scenario, he couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"Why do I feel like York standing in the camp of the bishops is like two incompatible styles forcefully put together…"

Perhaps already imagining York's seemingly expressionless but actually distressed face, Gabriel's lips curled up slightly as he tossed the report on the desk.

"I'll let you off this time, York. I must see the look on your face when you're backstabbed."

Saying this, Gabriel picked up the next report. He needed to organize the application materials, so these reports were equivalent to York's achievements. To shut up the old folks in the bishop's group, he needed to gather more.

Fortunately, York's achievement reports had already piled up thickly. Even if he had once killed a cardinal, what of it!

"The Lether Mirror incident? This isn't significant enough." Gabriel skimmed through the report and picked up the next one.

However, before he could continue, his cell phone rang.

Gabriel frowned slightly and had no choice but to put the report back and pick up the phone, glancing at the screen.

"Ernst?"

Seeing that it was a call from Ernst, Gabriel had a bad feeling. He had already been leaning towards approving the exorcism.

So, once Ernst followed procedure and resubmitted the application for exorcism, he could approve it.

"Hello?"

However, the voice that came through the phone wasn't Ernst's, but another unfamiliar one. In Gabriel's mind, he pictured Ernst's friar.

Somber and sad.

"Bishop, I am Friar Marco Andreoli, under Father Ernst."

Hearing the words from the phone, Gabriel's brow furrowed even more.

"Not long ago, due to an emergency with a victim, the situation became very serious. Father Ernst had to go to the location to start the exorcism and ultimately paid with his life..."

...

"My guess was not wrong. The defense has become stronger, and even the recovery ability is somewhat unexpectedly high. Is this the fundamental change brought about by all attributes breaking through a hundred?"

Looking at the shallow, rapidly healing wound on his wrist, York recalled the feeling of cutting it with the knife.

Through an all-round experience, he could feel as if cutting his wrist with the sharp fruit knife was like cutting through cloth armor, encountering significant resistance.

At the same time, the wound left by the forceful cut was healing at a visible rate.

York glanced at his health value on his personal panel.

[Health 135.5/135.5]

"It's quickly recovered again."

Muttering under his breath, York turned his attention back to the now very shallow wound on his wrist, clenched the fruit knife in his right hand, and cut deeply into the artery in his left wrist.

In an instant, blood spurted out, staining his wrist and the fruit knife, quickly forming a pool of blood on the floor.

York picked up the fruit knife, expressionless as the blood continued to gush from his wrist, and watched his health value on the panel.

At that moment, the value hadn't changed.

York narrowed his eyes and continued to watch, fully sensing his situation. He needed to understand his own limits to be aware of danger; otherwise, he would be as ignorant of the danger as a fearless thug, as insignificant as an ant unaware of the gap between enemy and ally.

"Seven seconds to drop a point..."

York watched his slowly changing health value, silently counting the time. "Fifteen seconds to drop two points..."

However, that was it. The health value fluctuated around four points, with the values intertwining between dropping and recovering, eventually returning to its peak.

York shifted his gaze and looked at his wrist, not knowing when the blood had coagulated and stopped flowing, indicating that the artery had begun to heal and sealed the wound.

With this level of change, how could he not understand what the change brought by breaking through a hundred in constitution and all attributes meant?

This trend of change was perfect, making him a hexagon warrior, symbolizing versatility with no weaknesses.

"I really am a freak. I never thought that the fantasies of my past life would one day become reality in this parallel world."

York sighed, ignoring the pool of blood on the floor, and headed to the sink to wash off the blood on his wrist and clean up the floor before going to sleep...

The night passed without incident.

The next day, York opened his eyes on time and got out of bed.

Through the real-time 3D map in his mind, York knew that Erin and Liz Murphy had already prepared breakfast for him before leaving.

So, all he had to do was head to the dining table.

On the table were eggs, bacon, sandwiches, and milk - a typical American breakfast.

York pulled out a chair and sat down, eating the breakfast prepared by Erin and Liz Murphy while checking his phone for church group chats.

Compared to his previous solitary life, these days were getting more and more comfortable, akin to not having to do anything but eat the food prepared for him.

Of course, York didn't forget to criticize himself.

"Damn capitalism, corrupting!"

After his critique, York contentedly began to enjoy this leisurely moment, eating his sandwich and looking at the group chat on the screen.

Ever since Erin slowly restored the church's functions, checking the group chat had become a necessary task for him.

He used to ignore it, but now, with a zealous deaconess, he feared his overzealous deaconess might make some big moves without his knowledge.

"Good, it's just a breakfast gathering today."

York breathed a sigh of relief. From Robert, he knew that thanks to Erin's recent actions, the Pluto Church had gained many new believers.

The explosive increase in group chat members alone let him feel the significant change Erin brought.

To illustrate, it went from hundreds to thousands.

"More believers are good, but it visibly increases the workload. Tiring."

While complaining, suddenly an old believer in the group sent several photos, which York instinctively opened. In these photos, he could see the busy figures of Kelly Russell and the Reston couple.

"They're here too? Looks like they've recovered a lot after getting their revenge."

Seeing a photo capturing the smiling Reston couple, York also felt a bit of satisfaction. However, looking at the crowd of believers, he deliberately slowed down his eating pace.

"Drag it out a bit, then head over."

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