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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