[Condition met: Random mission triggered]
[Mission Requirement: Destroy the cursed Lether Mirror] [Mission Reward: +5 attribute points] [Accept/Decline]
[...] Just as Father York gestured for Eileen to come over to handle the situation at hand, he couldn't hide his disappointment upon hearing the mission details through his phone and around him.
Disappointed because the long-awaited next random mission only offered five attribute points, equivalent to the reward of ten days' worth of fixed missions.
Disappointment aside, Father York didn't show it: "Mm, just keep the mirror safe for now. I'll be there soon."
Hearing the response, Kelly Russell couldn't help but tremble with excitement, both in her voice and the hand holding her phone.
"Oh, right," Father York added, thinking of something, "Don't do anything with it until I get there."
In his past life, he had seen too many such foolish actions, where people did something rash before reinforcements arrived, leading to various accidents.
Fortunately, this was the real world, and Kelly Russell was clear-headed enough not to act rashly, and he heard her response.
"Okay, Father. I won't go near the mirror until you arrive, even though I can hardly wait to destroy it," Kelly Russell said, just as she heard the last sentence from Father York.
"That's good. Give me the address."
"Sigh!"
Walking on the red carpeted hallway, Kelly Russell put down her phone, took a deep breath to calm her emotions, typed the address into the phone number she had just called, then quickly pocketed her phone and left in large strides.
She intended to pay the auction house immediately to have the mirror moved to the given address before the priest's arrival.
And she would never touch or approach the Lether Mirror until Father York arrived.
Ding! Father York received the text at this moment, opening it with a calm expression.
[Manhattan, Greenwich Village, Fifth District, 106]
Memorizing the address, Father York silently pocketed his phone and accepted the waiting mission prompt.
[Acceptance successful] Listening to the notification, Father York glanced at Eileen interacting with the faithful, hesitating for a moment.
Random missions were always based on his current level of strength for setting the reward.
For example, a previous mission involving demons offered twenty attribute points. As his strength increased, the reward now probably dwindled to the basic five points.
This clear change indicated that what might be a minor risk worth five points to him could pose a significant, even life-threatening danger worth tens or hundreds of points to others.
Thinking over this, Father York looked at the slender nun, his face twitching involuntarily, deciding to give up.
"Forget it. Until she's undergone special training, I better not take her along."
Father York, holding a bible, walked towards the small room, deciding to invest his recently accumulated attribute points into his physique.
[Overall Physique increased from 78 to 79]
[...] "Thank you for your help, Sister Eileen."
Seeing the faithful in front of her, Eileen smiled warmly and shook her head.
"It's my duty."
After speaking, she glanced in the direction of the priest, only to find his broad back disappearing down the side passage. Small Room and Resting Space
Father York placed the bible on the table, pressed a hidden switch, and the wall behind the desk split open, revealing shelves inside.
Like the armory in a hitman or spy's home, these shelves held various firearms, including holy grenades already inserted into belts.
Compared to the ordinary firearms in the cabinet, the items here were more diverse.
Besides grenade belts and rocket launchers, there were even holy C4 timed bombs, with a shiny backpack placed underneath the shelf.
Father York, arms crossed, rubbing his chin with his right hand, looked satisfied.
These were the fruits of several days of labor.
He didn't just enhance all technological products with a double buff; each time he came from home to church, he brought newly ordered weapons to be stored here for emergencies.
"So, what to bring for this mission?"
Unlike the sudden event at Reed Apartment Building, this random mission allowed him some preparation time.
Father York glanced at the mission prompt [Destroy the cursed Lether Mirror].
"Since the mission is to destroy the mirror, then the holy bomb is obviously the best choice."
Father York bent down to pull out a backpack containing holy C4 timed bombs.
Originally, one holy bomb had an equivalent of 5 pounds, or 2500 grams, of TNT explosive power.
With a total enchantment of fifty points, or a fifty-fold amplification effect, this holy bomb now had an explosive effect equivalent to 125,000 grams, or 125 kilograms of TNT.
Theoretically, the explosive energy of 1 kilogram of TNT is about 4200 kilojoules, so 125 kilograms could easily demolish a two or three-story building.
"Considering Kelly mentioned the possibility of a ghost or demon, to save trouble, I might need to bring a long-range weapon."
Father York pulled out the backpack with the holy bomb, recalling Kelly's previous encounters, and picked up a rocket launcher from the shelf, pulling out a backpack with two missile heads. The recent bulk order of heavy weapons simplified his approach.
Still, Father York felt a bit of regret, knowing the mirror might control more than one demon, reminiscent of the recently acquired toy house.
With that, Father York remembered today was the delivery day for the toy house.
"It seems I'll have to pick up a toy house while completing the mission, to appease little Bella. Otherwise, dealing with her tears would be a real headache."
With this thought, Father York no longer saw the mission, with its mere five-point reward, as a challenge. He calmly packed the rocket launcher into the backpack with the missile heads, zipped it up, picked it up,
Then, with his free right hand, he picked up the backpack with the holy bomb. As the wall slowly closed, he walked out of the small room.
Walking through the church's corridors, Father York headed in the opposite direction of the church, exiting through a side door and into the backyard garage, where he got into his familiar Ford Raptor and drove away from the Church of Pluto towards the mission's destination.
As the Ford Raptor left the Church of Pluto, across the street from the main entrance, a girl in a faded hoodie, jeans, and barefoot stared at the bustling church, fear in her eyes.
But with a thought, she pressed her dry lips together, holding several crumpled documents, and cautiously made her way over.
The drop in data was significant, with no complaints about the recent poor writing, probably due to a lack of updates or perhaps silently dropping the book.
"Give me two more days to prepare, and I'll update more, maintaining it until the end of the month to see if the data improves! If not, so be it."
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