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Chương 314: Chapter 314: The Next Location

When York set out, the otherworld was tumultuous, but upon arrival, the real world offered no special welcome; things just naturally proceeded.

The closure of the rift, the dispersal of fragments, and the emergence of a demon—each was a significant event.

All the churches in H-country began to operate in full force, triggering an unstoppable wave and earthquake throughout Seoul.

Yet, York remained largely uninvolved.

Since becoming the top figure in H-country, he had transcended such trivial matters.

In other words, he only awaited and looked at the results.

As the saying goes, when the emperor speaks, countless underlings hustle.

But upon returning, there were still many matters that required his attention.

"Bishop, here's today's newspaper."

In the chapel, where he was alone, a young nun brought him the main newspaper.

This implied that the church likely controlled everything reported in the paper.

"Alright."

York smiled, accepting the newspaper from the young nun and giving her a glance.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but the young nun seemed colder than he remembered.

However, when she noticed his gaze, she simply nodded slightly and stepped back, maintaining an independent demeanor.

York twitched the corner of his mouth and decided to first look at the newspaper.

The front page detailed the resolution of a serial killing case, led by the Church of Light.

Unnoticed cases of homeless disappearances.

Brutal home invasion murders.

Child abductions, organ trafficking, and more—all attributed to the Church of Light.

These details were fully exposed, shocking to those who saw them and revealing the cruelty of another world where murder had become commonplace.

Seeing this, York felt that the Church of Light truly deserved death.

"Are all these cases true?"

Eileen understood her bishop's intent: "Yes, Bishop, these are confessions from members of the Church of Light, all true."

York's expression turned icy: "Everyone involved in these cases deserves to die!"

His words definitively set the tone—regardless of the trial process, death was the only outcome for these criminals.

Eileen nodded in agreement: "I will relay your exact words to our clergy colleagues."

Hearing this, York put away the newspaper and turned to the young nun, his expression softening.

"After this is all over, let's go for a big meal. I want to hear about everything that happened in the last month."

The coldness on Eileen's face disappeared instantly, and she smiled:

"Of course, Bishop."

York smiled and waved his hand: "Go ahead."

"Yes!"

Eileen nodded slightly, took the newspaper, and left promptly.

Using the holographic display, York could see that she quickly disappeared within a hundred meters.

York then directly boosted his Spirit/Holy Power attribute to break three hundred.

With today's fixed mission, his available attribute points had reached thirty-four.

He allocated eleven points to his Spirit/Holy Power.

[Spirit/Holy Power: 290 raised to 301]

Listening to the prompt, York hadn't even begun to feel the change from breaking three hundred when he left ten points as the cost for using his divine incarnation, and then allocated all thirteen points to his Magic Power.

These two attributes were his primary sources of power.

[Magic Power: 203 raised to 216]

After completing the allocation, York finally started to experience the changes from breaking three hundred in Spirit/Holy Power.

The most obvious change was the real-time holographic map.

The range instantly increased from one hundred meters to one hundred fifty meters.

Everything within the holographic map's range became more defined, almost as if it had a magnifying function.

He could focus on a point and then begin to magnify it.

Like now, he directly magnified Eileen, who had not yet walked out of range.

So, in York's eyes, Eileen's delicate face appeared flawless, her pale skin pure and translucent like the finest white jade, without a single imperfection, every pore filled with vitality and moisture.

"This is why those celebrities should spend a fortune to come to church for baptism daily."

York thought, shaking his head and laughing as he watched Eileen disappear, continuing to explore the changes from breaking the three hundred mark.

The holographic map was the most evident change, but his telekinesis was no exception.

In York's view, this versatile telekinesis must have different levels.

If breaking a hundred allowed him to sense his surroundings, manipulate objects, and form simple defensive barriers,

then breaking two hundred enhanced his control abilities, allowing him to manipulate large objects and fix everything in place.

Now, having broken three hundred, he could not only form stronger defensive barriers but also...

"Create."

York stretched out his right hand, and in a space visible only to him or perhaps other special individuals, transparent arrowhead-shaped objects appeared.

These were all created by telekinesis, more solid and durable than objects in the real world.

"This was never possible before." York laughed, clench

ing his right hand, and the arrowheads vanished instantly.

"Now, I could probably dispense with many things, like the knight's sword, since I can create a stronger, more concealed version with telekinesis."

Mulling this over, York finally concluded that it made sense and proceeded to handle one last matter.

That was to use the ten attribute points he had reserved to re-establish a divine incarnation at the Pluto Church in the otherworld.

It was his ace up the sleeve, naturally not something to give up.

Even killing that demon hadn't used up four hundred points of the Pluto Church's Holy Power; it had all come from his own reserves.

"Better to deduct it now than later, as there might not always be such generous rewards."

York stared at the virtual window in front of him, agreeing to the system's conversion prompt.

As the ten attribute points vanished, he re-established his connection with the Pluto Church in the otherworld.

This meant he could once again use the divine incarnation method to secure four hundred points of Holy Power consumption.

"That's enough for today."

York dispersed all the virtual windows in front of him, prayed briefly to the image of Jesus, and then left.

However, York was unaware that this day had shocked the people of H-country immensely.

Netizens in H-country, unlike those in other countries who might be more subdued, reacted explosively to matters of morality, more so than anywhere else.

All day, every sector in H-country plunged into denouncing and condemning the Church of Light.

This included political figures, workers, and various organizations, both large and small.

H-country was in an uproar.

Workers were distracted from their jobs, students from their studies, civil servants sweated through their workload, and journalists appeared on the streets one after another...

What was once a colossal entity, the Church of Light, had become the center of discussion.

Key figures tried to flee but were mysteriously controlled.

Some core individuals vanished as if they had never existed.

Even the normally distinguished leader of the Church of Light, Li Zaiquan, had never shown up.

Only the insightful could feel the presence of invisible, controlling hands orchestrating everything.

Because in just two days, the vast Church of Light collapsed completely as if it had never existed, with all its leaders disappearing overnight, leaving only small fry for the H-country officials to prosecute and appease...

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49 kilometers northeast of Seoul's city center lies a 4F international airport and major international hub.

Incheon International Airport.

York, accompanied by Eileen and Hilary, welcomed a group of returning clergy.

After the two groups of clergy merged, only two walked ahead while a group followed behind.

This scene caught the attention of H-country's citizens at the airport.

Those who attempted to take pictures were met with warnings from the ever-present officials, who blocked and destroyed the photos.

All this was irrelevant to the two leading figures.

One with gray-white hair and the other with shiny black hair, they were notably striking due to the stark contrast.

The older one, perhaps aware of this or due to his mood, couldn't help but speak.

"York, you know, every time I see you, I feel like I've aged."

York couldn't respond to this; after all, he understood that if he were old and faced with someone younger but equally powerful, his emotions wouldn't be stable either.

Despite having the attribute of life, he would never face that day.

Not hearing a response, Bishop Leroy laughed it off, not minding: "Do you know the theme of the next meeting?"

York looked at the elder: "Hmm?"

"Whether we should change the traditional ways, adjust the retirement age for bishops, change some things," Bishop Leroy couldn't help but touch his gray hair as he spoke.

York frowned slightly.

"Most of us in the bishops' council are from the older generation, to be honest, and can't keep up with the developments of the world."

Feeling the gaze, Bishop Leroy continued indifferently.

"Some old folks don't even know how to use some apps on their phones."

"Bishop Leroy, no matter what, experience and strength are always the most valuable things."

York expressed his view. Despite the bishops' age, their strength was indeed formidable. It was precisely because they had such figures that the world had remained safe until now.

Who knew, Bishop Leroy shook his head: "York, we've always been watching you."

York raised his eyebrows slightly.

"We know what's happened here," Bishop Leroy smiled. "It's been earth-shattering, and it's made us realize some things."

With that, Bishop Leroy glanced at the silent York.

"Of course, don't worry, we old folks can still hold on for a while, and we'll be responsible for oversight."

Hearing this, York could only nod. The old man hadn't woken up, and no one could lead the will of these experienced old folks

 who had fought their way up from the bottom.

Of course, the meeting would depend on voting, and Bishop Leroy's proposal might not pass.

York wasn't averse to making changes; he just felt that since the church had survived countless years and even become stronger, it was best not to make any significant reforms for the time being.

However, York casually asked Bishop Leroy when the meeting that could affect the entire church would begin.

"Every ten years, and now only four years remain," Bishop Leroy replied, as if four years were a short time, looking at York with a smile.

"Now, you fully qualify to participate, more than anyone else."

"Mm." York's expression was calm; he certainly qualified to participate.

But.

Although they had this conversation at the airport, the main topic was still the rifts and the situation.

But the airport wasn't the place for such discussions.

So, when the setting changed to a church, the conversation completely shifted.

Regarding the rifts, Bishop Leroy became even more attentive.

"Indeed, these rifts connect to another world similar to ours."

Bishop Leroy spoke calmly: "The Holy Father has said, every world he has visited is different. Some face apocalypse, others lack faith and are in terrible conditions. He has expended great effort in search of rift nodes.

You probably entered a relatively peaceful and orderly world."

"Yes."

York smiled, feeling no burden of deceit.

After all, the rift had disappeared, meaning there was no entryway. That is, aside from him, no one here could re-enter that otherworld where he had become everyone's faith.

"That's good. Although we all trust your abilities, we've all been worried about you."

Bishop Leroy visibly relaxed. In some ways, the man before him had become a savior to everyone.

That was indisputable.

"Don't worry, Bishop Leroy, I still have my self-preservation abilities," York said.

Bishop Leroy chuckled, more at ease, clasping the documents in his hands.

"That's good. We're relieved. This document will be sealed in the secret archive, accessible only to bishops who control a diocese."

York narrowed his eyes.

"Where are you headed next?" Bishop Leroy sighed.

These old folks didn't want to dump all the burdens on the young, but after trying everything and losing several bishops, it could be said that besides the Holy Father, only this young man was special.

"We'll make concessions for you. You can arrange whatever you want, of course, you can also refuse, and we'll respect your wishes."

York could hear the resignation and deeper meaning in Bishop Leroy's words. After a moment of reflection, he smiled gently.

"Argentina. That rift seems to be the most pressing one to address."

"Huff!"

Bishop Leroy exhaled deeply, relieved that York hadn't refused. If he had, they wouldn't have been able to do much but agree.

Staring at York, the old man's eyes underwent an indescribable change.

"Alright, we'll arrange everything for you."

Happy Winter Solstice! To everyone.

As the saying goes, the Winter Solstice is as significant as a year, a small reunion for everyone. Enjoy your dumplings, glutinous rice balls...

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Chương 315: Chapter 315: Interdimensional Monsters

**Location: Argentina**

**Setting: Buenos Aires, the capital and largest city, situated on the southern bank of the Río de la Plata in the southeast of South America, opposite Uruguay on the eastern coast.**

**Time: Late night**

In a stark, white reception room that seemed somewhat unsettling, a table was placed in the center. Seated to the left was a man dressed in prisoner's garb, while three individuals sat to the right. The middle person was an elderly woman with white hair, and beside her, similarly aged, sat an old man. On their other side was a clergyman dressed in church robes.

"Mr. Brumedi, we want to get you out," said the elderly woman, Caglian, who seemed to be leading the conversation. She stealthily glanced at the clergyman to her left before continuing.

The elderly man, Ar Rogov, took over, addressing the somewhat confused and distressed prisoner, Brumedi. "We believe your story, but you need to cooperate with us and answer our questions seriously."

Not long ago, Brumedi's wife had died overnight, and he had been arrested by the police under suspicion of murdering her. However, Brumedi steadfastly claimed that he had not killed his wife but that something else had.

This statement seemed to slightly awaken Brumedi, bringing a spark of clarity to his eyes. "Have you spoken to my lawyer?"

"Yes, we have," Ar Rogov replied, pausing briefly. "But it seems your lawyer no longer believes us, just as he does not believe you."

He then pulled out a stack of photographs from a file in front of him and laid them before Brumedi. The photos were gruesome, depicting a woman's dead body.

Brumedi averted his eyes and pushed the photos away with a heavy breath. "I've seen them already."

"No," Ar Rogov insisted, ignoring Brumedi's reaction and spreading the photos out. "You don't know about these; you've never seen them before."

"We believe you, Mr. Brumedi. We know you didn't kill your wife," interjected the elderly woman, Caglian. "Although we don't have concrete evidence, we're willing to help you. So please, look at these photos, Mr. Brumedi."

Brumedi looked up at the four people in front of him. The two in the middle, though dressed simply, exuded a unique aura unlike ordinary people. What puzzled him was why a respected and beloved clergyman would also be present.

Bolstered by the composed clergyman who nodded at him, Brumedi gathered the courage to pick up the grisly photos.

The first photo showed an unfamiliar woman, her face mangled and her forehead bearing a slash-like wound. "This isn't Clara," Brumedi murmured subconsciously.

Ar Rogov nodded. "Indeed, this isn't your wife. This case occurred a few months ago in Cordoba, very similar to yours."

"The circumstances and the testimonies in every case are just like yours," Ar Rogov added for emphasis.

Brumedi pursed his lips and picked up another photo. "There have been fifty-seven similar cases now," stated the old man, his voice sending chills down Brumedi's spine.

Brumedi took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions. "So, Mr. Brumedi," Ar Rogov leaned forward earnestly. "We need to know everything you remember."

Setting down the photos, Brumedi clasped his hands on the table, trembling slightly. "What do you want to ask?"

Ar Rogov and Caglian exchanged looks, then turned their attention to the silent clergyman.

"Everything unusual at your home, and in your neighborhood," spoke the monk Ralph, his voice deep.

Brumedi closed his eyes in pain, as if recalling a traumatic memory. "Clara usually cooked dinner, and we would eat together when I got home. That night, for the first time, she didn't cook, and she looked unwell, pale and weak..."

He opened his eyes, his hands rubbing together on the table, his voice quivering. "I asked her what was wrong. She said—she said there were people talking in the sewer, discussing how to kill her."

"I didn't take her seriously. I thought it was just noise from the neighbors renovating, that she had misheard, heard a hallucination."

"Neighbors?" Ar Rogov caught a key point.

Brumedi nodded, sinking into his memories: "My neighbor Walter, he seemed very upset, looked like he hadn't slept for days and nights. He always worked on his house at inappropriate times."

"That night, we were still awakened by noises he made."

"I wanted to go out and ask him to stop, but Clara stopped me before I could leave because she said she heard those voices again."

Brumedi

's eyes reddened, tears welled up, and he seemed regretful. "She said she heard those discussions again, saying they were ready to kill her."

"I didn't believe her. All I could think about was going out and stopping Walter from disturbing the peace."

"So you went out?" sighed Caglian.

"Yes, I went out," Brumedi said with a sobbing voice.

"After I went out, the noise stopped. I stubbornly rang Walter's doorbell, but he didn't respond. When I was about to leave, I heard some heavy, muffled breathing, indicating Walter was home. We remained at an impasse, the door remained closed, and I could only return, planning to confront him the next day..."

Brumedi continued, "But when I got back, the noise started again, making me angry. I was ready to risk breaking into Walter's house to confront him, but then I suddenly discovered the sound was coming from my own bathroom..."

"Finally, I pushed the door open and saw blood everywhere—on the walls, the floor, the bathtub..."

"The voice here became even more chilling."

"I saw my wife floating in the air, banging against the walls as if someone was holding her, repeatedly slamming her from one side to the other..."

**At the historic and grand Elis Cathedral, built in 1723**

The cathedral was supported by twelve tall Roman columns, topped with a 15-degree isosceles triangle forming a gable roof, resembling the Pantheon in Rome, Italy, where Raphael's remains are buried, though with four more columns than the Pantheon.

At the cathedral's entrance, Eileen, dressed in a nun's habit, took all the documents from Monk Ralph and nodded.

"I will deliver everything to Bishop York."

Monk Ralph bowed slightly.

Eileen returned the gesture and then turned to enter the ancient and magnificent Elis Cathedral.

Inside, she could see ornaments and Bible stories carved vividly on the triangular gables.

Her gaze was fixed only on her bishop, who was sitting in the pews.

In the vast cathedral, filled with rows of pews, only her bishop was present.

"Bishop, these are all the anomalous events that have occurred in Argentina," Eileen approached slowly, stopping beside her bishop, and spoke softly.

"We suspect that some kind of monster is emerging and lurking in the shadows of this country."

"Show me."

York, who had taken charge of this diocese, spoke indifferently.

Eileen handed over the documents she had just received.

As the prompt sounded, York took them and began to review.

Just like with the rift in H-country, arriving in a new place always meant dealing with problems left by the rift.

Because only then could he be at ease.

And now, it seemed that something had indeed emerged.

Looking at the photos and the detailed descriptions, York's eyebrows raised.

"Interdimensional monsters?"

The photos were gruesome, but he had seen many such images before.

What intrigued him was the narrative.

"Yes."

Eileen, acting almost like an assistant, was already familiar with all the details.

"These are the conclusions drawn by the experts."

"Experts? Like Aid?" York chuckled.

"Yes, like Mr. Aid, they are all ghost scholars and mediums registered with the church," Eileen responded. "They believe our world is adjacent to several dimensional spaces, combined like the segments of an orange. Normally, these dimensions do not interfere with each other, but some monsters can exist between two dimensions, often using water as a conduit to move, nest, and even use human bodies."

As she spoke, Eileen glanced at her bishop to gauge his reaction, noticing his interest, she continued.

"These experts don't know what these monsters are or why they suddenly became so aggressive, but they have discovered one thing—these monsters are extremely sensitive to blood..."

As York listened, he looked at another photo showing the experts, including Caglian and Ar Rogov.

Then, he flipped to a photo showing a humanoid creature over three meters tall.

This creature's mouth was unnaturally wide, its gaping maw resembling a void, and its limbs were long and bony, with sharply pointed nails.

The second photo showed a crawling humanoid monster, captured only as a blur due to its speed, with just a hint of its shape visible.

The third, fourth, and fifth photos followed, clearly showing that these experts, unaware of the existence of rifts, had been researching for a considerable time.

This also implied a fact.

As the rift neared a critical point, these previously quiet monsters began to erupt, adapting to the local conditions and becoming aggressive, starting to attack humans and attempting to reproduce.

It seemed that the rift in Argentina, existing for thousands of years, had allowed countless monsters to secretly slip through.

Could the world connected by Argentina's rift be a world of monsters?

Considering this, York gathered all the documents and handed them to the young nun with a casual smile.

"Have those experts come see me."

"Yes

, Bishop," Eileen replied, bowing slightly before leaving.

York sat alone, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

"Interdimensional monsters, huh? Interesting."

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