Capítulo 279: Chapter 279: Entry
Zhang Xiuxiu.
The daughter of the fried chicken shop owner, Zhang Zhouyuan, codenamed Jiu Long Po, due to heredity.
Her ability is rapid healing.
Her level is undetermined.
...
This is the information York has on this high school senior girl. She is also designed by the agency to attend only a high school that, on the surface, seems normal but is actually Jeong Yuan High School—a facility for finding and nurturing designated superhumans.
York didn't really want to intervene; his main focus currently was to study how the fragments from the rift evolve into superpowers under certain conditions.
"It's ironic that those closest to the rift, the church's clergy, haven't developed any superpowers."
York sat on a bench, sighing internally.
He wouldn't suspect these devout clergy members of hiding anything; those who could get close and guard the rift alongside the bishop were all meticulously selected.
"Proximity to the source does not guarantee benefit."
Thinking this, York turned around. Through the holographic map in his mind, he noticed that this time, in addition to Zhang Xiuxiu, there was another person, who was wearing the uniform of Jeong Yuan High School and was also mentioned in the documents.
Kim Dou-shik, codenamed Wen Long, and the son of a key member of the National Security Enterprise Department with enhanced sensory abilities, Li Mei Xian, Kim Bong Suk, possessed both his parents' abilities: flight and enhanced senses. If used well, he could be quite the asset in certain scenarios.
"Are the two friends?" York wondered with a raised eyebrow.
"Their parents are friends, and so are the children, what a coincidence?"
At that moment, a voice called out.
"Sister Erin!!"
Erin stood at the doorway, her face serene, watching the pretty girl running towards her and then turning to the bewildered young man behind her, seemingly shocked by the scale of the church.
"Who is this?"
"I just met this new friend; his name is Kim Bong Suk." Zhang Xiuxiu held her backpack straps and spoke a bit guiltily to the nun in front of her.
"He wanted to come and help..."
Erin glanced again at the smiling young man behind the girl, who appeared somewhat naive based on her personal impressions.
"Then come in. Today's task is to clean the church's backyard windows. The two of you can work together, and once it's done, you can head home early."
After speaking, Erin turned to lead the way.
Zhang Xiuxiu, patting the backpack held by the always grinning Kim Bong Suk, gave a signal with her eyes and hurriedly followed.
Kim Bong Suk, still smiling, shrugged and followed behind Zhang Xiuxiu.
But upon entering, he again widened his eyes. The scale outside had already intimidated him, and the interior of the church left him even more astonished.
Before his eyes were towering vaulted ceilings, neatly arranged pews, and long corridors.
Light streamed through stained glass windows, casting colorful reflections around, creating a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.
Exquisite murals, sculptures, and ornamental artworks were everywhere.
It was all too much to take in at once.
Erin, who was leading, seemed to notice something and stopped to look back, then gestured to Zhang Xiuxiu.
Zhang Xiuxiu paused, looked back, and noticed Kim Bong Suk standing at the door, clutching his backpack with a dumbfounded expression.
"That guy..." Zhang Xiuxiu felt somewhat helpless and called out.
"Kim Bong Suk!"
Her shout seemed to snap Kim Bong Suk out of his daze, and it also made York, sitting at the front bench without turning around, unable to suppress a smile.
"Uh..." Kim Bong Suk, now alert, jogged to catch up.
"Sorry."
"It's okay." Erin shook her head and continued to lead the way.
She led them to the back of the church to start cleaning the windows, while York, sitting inside, quietly used his telekinesis to capture some fragments from the building where the rift was located.
In the invisible void, hundreds of fragments were being confined within a small circle of telekinesis, floating towards York's hand.
"I wonder if these two can absorb them again or if anything different will happen."
In his holographic map, Erin and the two children were busy cleaning windows.
He could even hear their conversation.
"Do you come here every day after school?"
That was Kim Bong Suk.
Obviously, he was unaware of Zhang Xiuxiu's circumstances.
York recalled the information about this girl.
To help a bullied peer, she fought against a dozen, using her rapid healing ability to break some heads...
Reportedly, Zhang Zhouyuan had paid a hefty sum for his daughter's involvement in that brawl, even selling the house he had bought.
Even as an outsider, York could imagine how difficult it must be for a father, who only knows fighting and is somewhat clumsy, to raise such a child, let alone now running a fried chicken shop.
Money was flowing like water.
York watched the two distinctly different uniforms on the holographic map and casually sent the circle of telekinetic energy containing the fragments towards them.
"Yeah, because I'm broke."
Zhang Xiuxiu, holding a towel, wiped as she glanced at Kim Bong Suk, who had come to help, and said calmly.
"I need money to buy a new uniform, although this one can still manage, but the teacher said it's necessary for the physical exam."
Thinking of something else, she added, "Oh, right, I also want to buy a pair of shoes. These are too hard to run in."
Kim Bong Suk paused for a moment: "You really want to go to sports college?"
"Yeah."
Zhang Xiuxiu, while answering, vigorously cleaned the window in front of her.
"Hurry up, Kim Bong Suk, the faster we finish, the earlier we can go back."
"Ah, okay."
Kim Bong Suk, watching Zhang Xiuxiu, nodded dumbly and started to clean more energetically.
The next second, a phrase rang in his ear.
"After we go back, I'll treat you to instant noodles. I'm really poor. You should know this is my biggest sincerity."
Kim Bong Suk chuckled, glanced at Zhang Xiuxiu who had just spoken and was vigorously scrubbing, and his window cleaning became even more energetic.
However, what the two didn't know was that a circle of invisible telekinetic energy was hovering around them, gradually expanding to enclose both of them and the fragments together.
Hundreds of fragments began to drift with the air.
Still sitting in the church, York watched everything there, squinting his eyes.
What he saw was hundreds of fragments just floating around the two, making no extra movements, not even following their breaths inside.
It seemed as if the fragments were expressing one idea: they do not touch those already owned.
"Indeed, it's a subjective consciousness, but what I didn't expect is that not only Zhang Zhouyuan who has absorbed the fragments behaves this way, but his child does as well."
York waved his hand, shrinking the telekinetic circle and sending those hundreds of fragments back.
He wasn't worried about any harm these fragments could cause. After all, the rift had been there for a long time, and the clergy closest to it
hadn't changed for many years, let alone these two children.
He just wanted to confirm whether these fragments had some sort of subjective consciousness.
To this end, he even had Erin tempt Zhang Zhouyuan's daughter, Zhang Xiuxiu, who needed a new school uniform and sneakers, to come in as a part-time worker.
The results confirmed his suspicions.
"Since that's the case, we can proceed to the next phase of research, having a comparison makes it easier to achieve results.
The only difficulty is how to obtain samples from the bodies of these superhumans, such as blood and saliva."
York watched the two youths, full of energy even just cleaning windows, and felt a bit nostalgic.
"This is youth..."
The next day.
An unwelcome visitor arrived at Pluto Cathedral that evening.
Why unwelcome? Because he tried to sneak into the building where the rift was located.
As a result, he was soundly beaten by the guarding monks.
York watched the long-haired man who was effortlessly subdued by the monks, his hands clasped behind his back.
The gap in skills between them was too vast.
The monk himself had been bathed in holy power, his abilities far beyond ordinary people, enhanced with high combat skills, not something just any intruder could handle.
"Is that guy one of those sent by America to kill the superhumans from Han?"
York asked Erin, who stood beside him.
"Definitely looks like a Han national."
Erin frowned slightly, watching the battle on the open ground.
"Yes, Bishop, his name seems to be Frank."
York narrowed his eyes, watching as the monk, Andrada, used various grappling techniques to subdue the man, who kept breaking free by dislocating his own limbs or even breaking them.
"Andrada, stop."
At York's command, the burly monk who seemed to be beating up the rapidly healing Frank immediately stopped his sword-drawing motion and stepped back a few paces.
Before him was Frank, who had freed himself by dislocating his limbs, his body making crackling sounds as his previously dislocated right foot and left hand rapidly healed.
Frank stood up expressionless.
Seeing that Frank seemed unrelenting, York sighed.
"Are you a Han national? Why would you listen to America..."
"Such a gap and you still won't give up?"
York extended his hand towards the suddenly charging Frank.
[20 points of psychic energy used]
Instantly, the charging Frank was crushed by powerful telekinesis on the spot, leaving only a head that hadn't closed its eyes.
Apart from his healing ability, the rest was just within the range of ordinary humans.
No match at all.
York, expressionless, maintained his psychic energy, controlling the entire scene.
"Take this head to the consulate's doorstep. They will understand our message, understand that we do not allow probing or spying here."
York internally cursed his luck, ignoring everyone's expressions, and leisurely left the scene.
Only Erin and Hill nodded in agreement.
Five days passed without incident, and the American officials made no response.
But regardless, York was ready to start dealing with the rift.
He appeared nonchalantly in front of the spatial rift.
A group of clergy stood behind him.
In their eyes, the rift had expanded enough to allow a person to enter.
"I'll rely on you here after I go in," York stated calmly, even though he was about to enter another world through the rift, his demeanor remained as tranquil as ever.
"Yes!"
Hearing the response from behind, York glanced at Erin and Hill, who showed concern, smiled, and stepped towards the rift...
He might have caught a cold; his throat was incredibly sore, swallowing hurt, and he constantly felt like there was something stuck.
A quick search on Baidu scared him half to death, and he cried tears of regret.
Now his brain was mush, and tonight he was completely baffled, having forced out this chapter.
All this to say one thing: folks, it's getting cold, remember to dress warmly, and take care.
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