Chapter 120: Return (Edited)

The virtual window displayed all his personal data like a game interface, showing his overall physique, life, mental power, magic power, and more at a glance.

Unfortunately, in his personal experience and experiments, one term could trigger chain reactions affecting other areas.

Just as overall physique links to strength, speed, and other basics.

And life connects to the most fundamental physical qualities of the body, also linked to life, very straightforward. In his view, the life attribute seemed like a way to evolve the flesh, wondering what kind of monster he would become if he added points to a certain limit?

York could only think of one possibility: Superman.

Then looking at mental power, initially thought to be just a turtle shell, capable of resisting psychic attacks, equivalent to psychic resistance. So, to prevent demonic invasion into his psychic space, he valued this attribute at the start.

But eventually, he discovered related attributes; mental power is also a manifestation of holy power and faith, capable of enhancing any object with holy critical damage.

Now it even involved psychic power.

Recalling the taste of manifesting holiness, York's eyes flickered with eagerness.

This mental power might eventually be related to the development of saints, such as holy words and spells.

"Just don't know what the ultimate development of magic power will be..."

York looked down at magic power lastly, his initial focus because it could enchant and add some special abilities to himself.

Of course, magic power's functions are not limited to this; it can even transform through the system, playing many different roles,

Although his most used function was defense, magic power had a bit of an all-purpose box feel, applicable in any situation, even forcibly giving others a sense of real superpowers under certain conditions.

Looking down, York couldn't help but shake his head, feeling these attributes seemed like a combination of game points...

Buzz! Listening to the helicopter's engine, York, after considering, decided to distribute the newly acquired +40 attribute points equally among the four main attributes, ten points each.

"Just right, evenly distributed."

"Point addition successful." "Overall physique from 35 to 45."

"Life from 125 to 135."

"Mental power from 120.5 to 130.5."

"Magic power from 179 to 189."

... As the points were added successfully, the total 40-point upgrade made York momentarily feel the dual sensations of comfort and itchiness.

Perhaps only the saying, "laughing in pain, crying while smiling," could somewhat express it.

Like the mentioned fitness enthusiasts, after achieving a goal and feeling sore all over, hitting the sore thigh hard would also involuntarily bring a smile through tears.

"Toxic."

York smirked, leaning back, resting his broad back against the chair, facing the wind coming in from the side, and closed his eyes.

Savoring, enjoying the leisure after completing a task.

Feeling the changes inside, sensing the increase in strength.

He had become stronger again...

...

Not knowing how much time had passed, feeling the helicopter's engine sound diminishing, York suddenly opened his eyes and found the helicopter slowly stopping in the backyard of the Lutheran Cathedral.

Glancing outside.

Monk Rachel with the knight's sword and some clergy in priestly robes were slowly approaching.

Meanwhile, Silly, after operating the control panel, turned back to remind him.

"Father York, we've arrived."

York glanced at the still-sleeping Eileen,

"Silly, don't forget about that guy in the room. This mess was caused by you, remember to handle it well."

He hadn't forgotten about the so-called protagonist of the night's legend, who was still unconscious in his room.

Hearing this, Silly was dumbfounded, catching the implication that Father York wasn't planning to deal with it himself.

York, taking care of Eileen's seatbelt, suggested to the bewildered Silly.

"Although I don't know your purpose, I can give you a suggestion. You might talk to the people at the Lutheran Cathedral."

Easily carrying Eileen, York glanced at Monk Rachel and the others approaching.

"After all, you said that guy is the catalyst for the war between werewolves and vampires. Maybe they'll handle these matters."

Hearing this, Silly instinctively looked towards the approaching Monk Rachel and others, his face falling.

"Father York, what other purpose could I have?"

"Are you sure?" York glanced at Silly, unmoved.

"So everything, you just happened to stumble upon? Including sneaking into the werewolf's lair and the subway, all by accident?"

Silly's face flashed with a hint of embarrassment.

"Father, I was just curious. I just sneaked into the werewolf's lab, learned about Michael's situation, then mentioned it to the old man..."

"Oh."

York indifferently said, believing him but still maintaining his stance of not wanting to get involved.

Without triggering a random task, the vampires and werewolves of the night's legends had nothing to do with him, so their life or death was irrelevant to him.

"Talk to Monk Rachel yourself. The outside matters might be under his jurisdiction. I'll mention it to him."

Leaving these words, leaving Silly with a dejected face, York, holding the sleeping Eileen like a child, directly got off the helicopter.

"Father York!"

Monk Rachel greeted him first.

"Bishop Rove said, if you could, you might want to visit him first."

Hearing this, York wasn't surprised; when the helicopter entered the city area, the Lutheran Cathedral must have already received the news.

Looking down at Eileen in his arms, York glanced at the nun mother standing at a distance, based on her habit, age, and complexion, she probably had a connection with Eileen.

Seeing the somewhat familiar nun mother, not knowing where he had seen her before, York withdrew his gaze and said indifferently.

"Good, I'd also like to talk to Bishop Rove first."

Then, York looked back at Silly.

"Monk Rachel, Silly wants to talk to you about something."

Rachel understood the implication, looking towards the young man behind the priest, "Okay, Father York, I'll have Xavier guide you."

He pointed to another clergyman among the group.

Xavier stepped out from the crowd,

"Father York, please follow me."

York followed Xavier's steps, and when he reached the nun mother, he stopped and handed over the sleeping Eileen.

"Nun mother, she's asleep. Please take good care of her."

It was Eileen's headmistress, Sister Treacy, who quickly turned around and respectfully said,

"I will, Father."

Yet, as she watched York prepare to continue walking, she asked a question.

"Father, may I ask you a question?"

York stopped, looking at the elder nun mother, who then said,

"Did Eileen perform well?"

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