Chapter 283: Pluto Church

The task had finally arrived...

As Mirta stood there, bewildered, York was staring at the suddenly appeared task window, feeling somewhat strange in his heart.

Although he had already felt some subtle changes in the system when he was absorbing the diluted holy blood of Jesus, the first change was the most obvious.

Before the system appeared, he was already a formidable figure in the real world.

Thus, the holy power that had always existed within him hadn't been manifested by the system previously, but later, the system had forcibly merged the holy power with his spirit into a numerical mode.

But this was within the normal range.

Because he suspected that the numerical value of his holy power was too high, it naturally manifested after the numerical matching.

And now, upon entering another world, the task instead offered a second type of reward: sealing spatial rifts and returning.

This was a change that hadn't occurred before. Previously, there were only attribute points, and he had never considered there would be other rewards.

"If it's about spatial rifts, this does indeed save a lot of trouble..."

York started to ponder the pros and cons.

According to the old man's words, he needed to find the spatial nodes and destroy them.

This process was about searching, and if he couldn't find them, he would have to keep looking.

But now, he only needed to fulfill the requirements within the task, which involved the salvation of faith, helping the people of this world find faith or becoming their faith.

Upon completion, he would gain a hundred attribute points, close the spatial rifts, and return.

His approach was roughly...

York was indeed giving it serious thought, which caused changes visible enough that even Mirta, standing in front of him, felt something and kept her mouth shut, fearing she would interrupt him.

However, this process didn't last long. Just as Mirta was about to speak, York accepted the task.

As long as he completed the task, he could close the rifts and gain a hundred attribute points—what more could he ask for?

Given his current strength, triggering random tasks was too difficult.

Weaklings simply couldn't meet the requirements.

[Task Accepted Successfully]

The prompt sounded in York's ears as he looked at Mirta, who had just opened her mouth, wanting to say something, and said calmly.

"Can I see the tools you use now that you've become a cleaner?"

Seeing the man suddenly speak, Mirta quickly stopped herself from talking and nodded.

"Yes."

After speaking, Mirta stood up and headed to her room, leaving York alone, staring at the kerosene lamp on the table.

York finally understood why the house had electricity, yet Mirta didn't turn on the lights and instead used a kerosene lamp for illumination.

Because of rule number one: Do not use electric lighting (demons lurk in their shadows).

"Quite special."

York wasn't convinced, as holy power would be effective against the darkness, no matter what, just with varying quality and efficiency.

These two were like the relationship between night and day.

Of course, he wouldn't let go of his caution and earnestness.

As he admired a great man who once said well, "Despise the enemy strategically, but take him seriously tactically."

"Let's understand a bit more, then make plans."

York watched as Mirta returned from her room carrying a backpack.

"This is the most important thing for us cleaners."

Mirta placed the backpack on the table, unzipped it, and began explaining as she took out the contents under York's watchful eyes.

A beautifully crafted disc embedded with a crystal and a bar-shaped object connected to the disc, resembling a long telescope, and the rest were components of a stand that looked like a camera.

"We use this equipment to connect to the disc, see through the possessors' weaknesses, and find the demon seeds inside them."

Mirta picked up the bar-shaped object resembling a long telescope and pushed it toward York.

"Like the old telescopes?"

York casually picked up the object, looked through the lens, and the view instantly magnified while the vision seemed covered with a greenish layer, similar to night vision goggles.

It turned out to be a long telescope similar to a magnifying glass, possibly with a scanning function.

"It could be said that way." Mirta replied, then continued pushing what she considered the most important thing, the main body of the equipment, towards York.

"This is the most important thing, everything is in the crystal inside the disc.

As long as the two long lenses find the demon seeds on the possessor,

then the power emitted by the crystal inside the disc is focused, and aimed at the location of the seeds inside the possessor, the demon seeds can be destroyed..."

Listening to Mirta's explanation, York subconsciously stroked the long lens that could connect to the disc, touching the inside of the mirror, and his eyebrows slightly raised.

Even his heart stirred.

He wondered if it was an illusion, but York felt that the lens resembled the stones he had seen in the holy places.

With that thought, York put down the long lens and picked up the disc.

The disc was marked with some scales, and it also had related turning structures inside, apparently requiring finding angles to focus.

Most importantly, he saw the appearance of the crystal and felt the power emitted by the crystal, which was the holy power he was familiar with.

"Is this a holy stone from the holy places, soaked in holy power and altered in its essential structure?"

Images similar to what York had seen flashed in his mind.

In the real world, some temples were filled with such things.

These things, like lake water, stones, and landscapes, had been altered in their essence by the residual holy power within them.

Thus, they were called holy lakes, holy stones, etc., because they contained powerful holy power.

"I didn't expect to find such a thing here, and it's been modified in this way,

but this is indeed the limit of what ordinary people can do, transcending is still transcending, and demons are not something current technology can solve."

York felt a sense of awe. He suddenly felt that the church in this world was somewhat similar to the churches in the real world.

At that moment, Mirta also provided the relevant answer.

"Cleaners found some places in the archives where the energy can restrain and eliminate demons, and the crystal came from one of those places.

So the crystal is also a relic left by the previous church and our reliance as humans now, although it's a pity that the energy inside is consumed."

Mirta said, unable to help but lament: "I really don't know, nor can I imagine what the church was like back then."

York glanced at her, put down the disc, and almost wanted to tell her he knew, but he thought better of it and ended up saying something that astounded Mirta.

"I'll let you know."

Saying this, York stood up, his massive figure filling Mirta's field of view.

"But before that, I want you to use the church you bought before as the cathedral of the church, to start anew."

Mirta's eyes widened as she looked at the man who suddenly released the energy she was familiar with.

That was the same light as when the crystal was focused.

Seeing her shocked expression, York smiled and said:

"I wonder, can you assist

 me?"

The first step to completing the task starts from one region.

In a world like this, resembling the apocalypse, becoming the faith of the people is too simple.

Just a word, eliminate the demons, save the suffering people, and become a savior-like figure.

Only, he mustn't die.

But would he die?

York squinted his eyes, staring at the holy power he was releasing, just like Mirta.

He had plenty of holy power, a combination of omnipotent magic and holy power, allowing him to unleash a total of over forty thousand points of holy power like a nuclear bomb.

Having never had a comparison, he didn't know how powerful these forty thousand points were, but recalling past holy bombs, he figured facing a Satan-level demon shouldn't be difficult.

Even if he couldn't defeat it, he could still cause some damage to such a level of demon.

Moreover, as long as the church successfully gathered the faith of the followers, then this faith could be converted into holy power, and the church could become a base for replenishment.

So, he needed the church Mirta had bought.

However, it seemed like God had abandoned this world; from what Mirta had said, he knew this world had always been missing one step—that of the clergy's baptism and physical transformation.

This is a necessary step for clergy in the real world, as only through it can they generate and use holy power through prayer.

"…And it seems I could also create a converter through the system…"

York's lips curled into a smile.

He heard Mirta's exhilarating reply in his ears.

.............

The next day.

York was very decisive and acted swiftly.

Early in the morning, he had Mirta, who had become his first devout follower and a nun, drive him straight to the church she had abandoned long ago.

After traveling a distance, the rustic pickup truck was slowly driven into a small town by Mirta.

Sitting in the passenger seat, York finally understood what it meant to have sparse population and vast lands.

Throughout the journey, he hadn't seen many people.

Even the few he saw were farmers and farm workers.

The town looked quite nice, with one building after another standing up and the streets were very orderly, making York feel not at all like he was in another world, but as if he had never left the real world.

The truck passed through a market, which was quite large, with some people busy with their stalls or shops, selling vegetables, meat, and other daily necessities. It resembled a marketplace from a past life.

But compared to the scale of the town and the market, the number of people was still too few.

Because it was half empty.

At the same time, the expressions on these people's faces were always numb and severely vigilant.

As the truck just passed by, these people would cast wary glances.

"It's serious." York thought.

Mirta, who had not worn the nun's outfit for over a decade and was responsible for driving, seemed to sense the priest's movement and started to explain.

"Many people hide at home, apart from going to work and buying food and other necessary items, they generally don't go out if it's not necessary..."

York's face showed no change; he knew this was a manifestation of a lack of security, the whole town lacked a sense of safety.

"Mirta, let's start from here to build a place where people can feel safe again, where they can find confidence again."

Mirta's heart surged with excitement again, although she had been too excited to sleep last night, her emotions were still high.

"Yes! Father York!" Mirta responded loudly.

York smiled in response, recalling last night's events, when Mirta knelt down and cried out of repentance.

First, he had successfully become the faith of one person. Although Mirta had been a fraudster before, she had become a cleaner to atone for her sins and had been walking on the front lines of life and death for over a decade.

As a bishop, as a spokesman under God, he had accepted Mirta's repentance and confession last night.

...

Mirta's emotions were still high, and soon she led her perceived savior at high speed directly to the church she had bought before.

But as they got closer, Mirta's emotions began to slowly settle as she recalled the past.

However, when the former church appeared in front of her, Mirta still forcibly put aside her memories, stopped the pickup truck in front of the church, and involuntarily glanced at Father York, who had been scrutinizing the outside, taking a deep breath.

"Father York, we're here."

"Mm."

York nodded, he had actually observed everything about the church from a hundred meters away.

The church's location was indeed a bit remote, located in the corner of the town, next to a large unkept weed field.

If you were to describe the geography, it would go like this: inside was the town, and outside were likely villages and farms.

Most importantly, there were only these two buildings in this church.

The main building was the church, and the annex was probably the living area.

"Father, I haven't been here in over a decade, so..."

Mirta looked at the upside-down cross above the church, and also at the dirty, dilapidated church that looked like a ruined house, somewhat embarrassedly said.

"It's okay."

York interrupted Mirta: "Just tidy it up a bit, and it will be back to normal soon."

Saying this, York got out of the car and looked at the church in front of him, feeling ambitious.

He was confident he could create a powerful church in this world again, and he would be the first pope, becoming a legend after leaving, for the mission, and for the real world, he was willing to make some changes.

Bang,

Mirta hurriedly got out of the car and came to the priest's side, but she quietly stepped back a step.

"Mirta, after cleaning up..."

York stared at the upside-down cross on the church and said words that made Mirta take a deep breath, her eyes filled with determination.

"We need to change our past actions, start searching for the rotten, not shun them like the plague, letting them choose, letting them slaughter."

York pointed at the cross above: "From now on, the church needs to start resurrecting, starting from this Pluto Church!

We will start with the first rotten one, announce this matter to the whole world! To everyone, including demons! Proclaim the existence of Pluto Church!"

York directly named this dilapidated church, and Mirta did not object at all, instead suppressing her excited, climactic emotions, and bowed her head slightly behind.

"Yes, Father York, I will use the previous resources to search for the rotten, and I will also notify the fellow cleaners, telling them of your existence."

"Very good."

York smiled, walking towards the Pluto Church on his own.

Mirta silently followed...

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