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Chương 56: Chapter 56: Random Task

 [York]

[Race: Human]

[Occupation: Priest, Professor of Pharmacology, Doctor…] [All-around Physique: 32 (Note: The average for ordinary people is 10)] [Life: 117/117 (Note: The average for ordinary people is 10)] [Spirit: 83/83 (Note: The average for ordinary people is 10)] [Magic: 164/164]

[Items: Basic Holy Robe, Defense 6, Durability: 6/10]

[Skills: Exorcio (Exorcism), Protego (Shield), Repello (Expulsion)]

[...] As the three attributes were successfully enhanced, an overwhelming feedback ensued.

Compared to the merely swollen sensation of his magic value, the other two aspects of life value and physique were the most comfortable transformations.

Even with the dining car jostling and the noisy sounds fluctuating, York could feel his body changing at a high-frequency speed.

He had grown stronger.

......…

Beside the stationary dining car, there was a rather hidden tent, where some people were queuing to seek psychological comfort or to feel the presence of God.

When a woman with tears on her face walked out of the tent, a tall and sturdy middle-aged man pursed his lips and walked into the tent.

"Father York!"

Seeing the gentle-faced priest sitting inside, he greeted him.

"Robert?"

York, who had just comforted a lady who divorced due to financial issues, looked up and kindly asked, "Are you doing well recently?"

"Alright," Robert sat down, shrugging and speaking hoarsely.

"It's the same old, but it's about Beth…"

"Beth? What happened to her?"

York maintained a gentle smile. The man before him was indeed having a hard time, having four kids. Life would have been less stressful if his job was still intact, but after losing his job due to heart problems, his life had plummeted.

To ensure his family could eat, this man was even eating only one meal a day.

As to why his situation deteriorated so rapidly, it was because of his debts.

"Her?" Robert spoke indifferently, as if unaffected.

"I don't know why, maybe it's because the kids at home are too noisy, she's under a lot of stress, her temper has been getting worse, and her yelling louder. I don't like it."

"Is that really the case, Robert?" York's expression didn't change, and his tone remained calm.

"The Beth I know wouldn't change like this because of the kids, Robert, I know your family, including your sensible children…"

Upon hearing this, Robert pursed his lips, looked at the gentle priest before him, and his indifferent expression collapsed.

"Father York, we can't afford next month's rent, and the landlord has given us only seven days, or else they'll have the security police forcibly evict us."

"..."

Speaking, Robert's face was filled with pain. He rubbed his face and looked at the priest as if he found someone to confide in, speaking nonstop.

"Father, you know, I go to interviews every day, but no one hires me. It's like they're just completing a task, posting interview openings but not actually hiring…"

"I'm trying every day, but I can't see any hope…"

"..."

"I hate this damn heart disease, it has ruined my life, even though it's cured now."

"I also hate this damn world, it feels like God has forgotten me."

"..."

After a while, as Robert talked, he realized he had finished speaking without noticing, and he felt his mood gradually return to calm, subconsciously looking up.

The gentle-faced priest was still quietly listening, like a pressure container that could bear any burden, carrying the pressure they released.

Robert said embarrassingly, "Sorry, Father York, I think I said too much."

"It's okay, Robert."

York shook his head, his expression still unchanged. He was accustomed to listening to the troubles and confessions of the faithful, including long-winded repentance. Perhaps it's a talent of being a priest.

Robert nodded. Suddenly remembering there were others waiting, he quickly stood up and walked outside.

"Father York, thank you for listening, I… I should go now."

"Wait, Robert."

Just as Robert was about to leave the tent, York hastily stopped him. After listening to Robert's story, he thought of the idea that had come to him earlier and his plan to organize the church.

He knew Robert's family well. When they were financially stable, they always helped others, and their four children were extremely sensible. Now, they were young but already understood to pick things to sell to support the family.

Thinking of this, York did not hesitate. Rather than hiring strangers, it was better to hire someone familiar and trustworthy.

"Robert, can you listen to a few words from me?"

Robert blinked, nodding in a daze.

"God has not abandoned you. On the contrary, He sees all your efforts. Remember, faith and hope are among the strongest powers we have when facing difficulties. You must persist, or you will always fail."

York started with some motivational words, then continued.

"If possible, I would like you to work at my Pluto Church. I need a few staff to help me organize the church."

Robert's eyes widened, his body stiffening as he stared at the gentle-faced priest, incredulously confirming.

"Father York, are you serious? Are you sure you're not just pitying me?"

He knew that Pluto Church had always been staffed only by the priest.

Seeing Robert's expression, York understood his thoughts. He didn't accept pity. York shook his head, seriously saying,

"No."

Robert's eyes welled up with tears. The man, who hadn't cried even during his confession, broke down on the spot.

"Thank you, thank you so much…"

He repeated his thanks, and York could feel his gratitude.

He needed such a person, one who was grateful and had faith.

York smiled, about to say something, when an anxious old man suddenly rushed into the tent.

"Father!! Please save my daughter!!"

[Random Task Triggered] [Exorcism] [Rescue the girl from the devil's grasp]

[Success Reward: +5 Points]

[Accept the task?] .........…

In front of a standalone villa.

Having decisively accepted the task and followed the old man in a hurry, York surveyed the surroundings.

Even before entering, with his physique enhanced to 32 points, he could already hear the howling inside, different from the broadcasted shrieks.

York silently took out two crosses and handed them to the old man and Robert, who was carrying the bag.

"For safety, put these on."


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Chương 57: Chapter 57: An Acquaintance

The specific manifestations of demonic possession are generally quite obvious, and they appear in a few distinct ways.

Firstly, there's a change in voice and tone. People possessed by demons usually emit a deep, low voice, filled with horror and malevolence, resembling the roar of a fierce beast – hoarse and cold, brimming with malice and mockery.

Next, the possessed person's personality undergoes drastic changes, often displaying extreme violent impulses, wreaking havoc and attacking people and objects around them.

Then, the second stage begins.

In this phase, the demon's power manifests more clearly, typically shown by sudden abnormal twisting and spasms of the body, with muscles contracting and twisting uncontrollably.

This change makes the host's movements stiff and uncoordinated, giving an unnatural and terrifying feeling.

The most horrifying aspect is when the host demonstrates non-human capabilities, such as adhering to walls like a gecko.

This is the origin of various joint techniques shown in movies and television.

By this stage, the host's life is in considerable danger.

"..."

Through the old man's description, York was somewhat relieved.

Thanks to the old man's religious beliefs and sufficient knowledge, he had some understanding of demons.

So, when the demon had just entered the first stage, the old man and his family had decisively controlled it within a room, and upon learning of York's arrival, they immediately sought his help.

The entire process was very clear.

This is probably why it's said that having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. York glanced at the old man beside him, who was still anxious and uneasy, and offered a word of comfort.

"Don't worry, Mr. Welber. It's not the most dangerous time yet."

The implication was to be assured, as the situation could be resolved.

The old man's expression relaxed a bit, though his voice still trembled.

"God bless."

Seeing this, York glanced at Robert, who was carrying the bag. He seemed hesitant and confused but not frightened, displaying a fearless ignorance…

"Amen."

York looked away and crossed himself before pushing open the door and entering.

The layout of the house came into view.

To the right was the living room, to the left the kitchen, with stairs in the middle leading upstairs, and a small path leading directly to the backyard.

The layout was no different from other houses, but York could feel the evil presence. He looked up, his gaze hesitant.

"Even so... why do I feel a familiar scent?"

Robert, who followed, looked around curiously. Seeing the priest stop at the stairs, he gripped the cross on his chest, growing nervous.

"Father York, is there a problem?"

This made the old man, Mr. Welber, uneasy again. His cloudy eyes fixed on the priest.

"No."

York shook his head and continued up the stairs. With each step, his gaze shifted from hesitant to surprised, finally focusing on a room deeper inside.

By now, he could hear the howling from inside, a cutting, hoarse sound that made one's scalp tingle.

"Aaaaahhhh!!"

The mere sound was enough to instill a sense of evil in ordinary people, even affecting the atmosphere around the room.

Cold, dark, with light seeming to be swallowed upon entering.

It was an indescribable feeling, like if you knew the person in front of you was a murderer, you'd naturally react differently, regardless of how brave you were.

Robert, a man nearly 1.8 meters tall, shrank slightly, appearing smaller.

As the person involved, Mr. Welber managed to maintain composure, but he was tense.

"Father..."

"It's okay, Mr. Welber."

York reassured the old man again, then took the backpack from Robert's hand.

"Robert, wait here for me."

Robert, thinking the priest misunderstood his fear, began, "Father York, actually I can go in…"

He was cut off by York.

"No need. It's enough that you've come this far, Robert."

Robert was left speechless, not knowing what to say.

York didn't pay him any more mind and, carrying the backpack, walked deeper into the house. Allowing Robert to carry the backpack this far was already the limit.

York's exorcism rule was that only family members could accompany, otherwise it was a one-on-one situation.

Seemingly sensing the young man's disappointment, Mr. Welber patted Robert's shoulder.

"Son, the Father is doing this for your own good. Facing a demon is not as simple as you think…"

Robert pursed his lips and nodded.

"I understand."

Hearing this, Mr. Welber forced a smile, not lingering, and followed the priest.

"Roar!!"

"..."

Approaching the door, the feeling intensified, the roar echoing in his mind, the darkness deepening.

To prevent the old man's mind from being invaded by the demon, York silently expended a bit of magic to dispel the dark aura surrounding Mr. Welber.

[One point of magic used] With the use of magic, there was a reaction inside: "Damn! What is that smell!"

"Ah ahhh…"

After this, York ignored the howling and turned the doorknob, opening the door.

As the door swung open, everything in the room came into view.

A regular room, with standard proceedings – a middle-aged woman tied up on the bed, tossing and turning incessantly.

Her face was dark and greasy, as if she hadn't slept for days, her eyes beginning to change, indicating the demon was preparing to enter the second stage.

She stared at York and Mr. Welber at the doorway, her mouth wide open, drooling and howling.

"Roar!!! Damn lapdog!!"

York looked calm, gazing at the victim, his eyes filled with reminiscence and emotion.

"No, you know I'm not a lapdog, but a spokesperson for the Lord."

As if to prove York's words, the middle-aged woman suddenly stopped howling.

Like a button had been pressed to pause, the entire room fell silent.

Her head tilted, her changing pupils fixed on the calm priest, filled with doubt and seeming to seek confirmation, then slowly returning to a more human appearance.

"Damn it! Is this your territory too?"

This clear, familiar tone and strange words left Mr. Welber, who was huddled by the door, stunned. He glanced at his daughter on the bed, feeling both unfamiliar and fearful.

In that glance, he suddenly noticed his daughter, previously fierce, had calmed down, now showing a very strange and resentful expression.

"What's happening?"

The old man looked bewildered at the calm priest.

Sensing the old man's gaze, York smiled without explaining. He pulled a chair from the desk beside the bed, sat down, and placed the backpack at his feet.

All in one fluid motion.

Having done this, York turned to the middle-aged woman, smiling gently.

"The entire state of New York is within my jurisdiction, so yes, this includes here."

"Damn it!"

The voice, like a mix of man and beast, sounded again. The middle-aged woman, as if speechless, shrugged and stretched out her arms, her grey pupils fixed on York sitting by the bed.

"I just came up here!"

The conversation took an odd turn, steering the previously terrifying atmosphere towards the bizarre, leaving Mr. Welber at the door even more bewildered…

"Due to a celebration, I couldn't handle my liquor and was knocked out by four drinks.

My face is flushed, and my head is spinning, so there's only one chapter today.

Sorry…

But don't worry, the author has bought coffee, and there will be more updates coming!

Let's see if I can make up for it with three chapters tomorrow."


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