At the same time around the world, many events were unfolding.
York was busy telling stories to God, striving to earn that crucial 0.5 attribute point.
Meanwhile, in front of a now-closed popular tourist building, the environment bathed in the orange-red glow of the setting sun was breathtakingly beautiful.
However, in front of this beautiful building, an ancient duel had just concluded.
John Wick, drenched in blood, sat on the steps, quietly watching the evening sky, wordless and composed.
Despite the blood flowing more and more, his expression remained unchanged, only becoming more relaxed.
An old man stood beside him, sincerely congratulating, "Congratulations, John, you are free now. Have you thought about where you will go next?"
John Wick, with an unchanged demeanor, thought of the burly priest and spoke softly, "Somewhere I can retire."
With that, he covered his bleeding chest and stood up forcefully, his vitality as stubborn as a cockroach that could still move after being crushed.
Winston sighed, "Pluto Church? The priest is willing to accept you?"
John Wick recalled that night and replied, "I guess."
Winston, genuinely happy, looked at the blood-stained man and asked, "John, do you need my help to get there?"
John Wick did not refuse.
"Of course."
Winston helped John Wick up and walked with him into the sunset.
"You must enjoy your new life, John."
"Thank you, I will."
.............
"Thank you for your generosity, Lord. If possible, I would love to tell you stories about the human world every day."
At the same moment this sentence was spoken.
The daily task was completed.
Hearing the prompt in his ears, York opened his eyes.
[Prayer: Church Prayer (Completed)] [Reward: 0.5 Points Granted]
He looked at the image of Jesus Christ, made the sign of the cross calmly, and ended his prayer.
"Amen."
Having done this, York looked at the virtual window and added the newly acquired attribute points.
[All-Around Physique: 99 increased to 99.5]
"Just 0.5 points shy of breaking 100, I wonder what ability it will grant."
Anticipating a full breakthrough of 100, York looked at the All-Around Physique value, feeling a bit greedy.
"If only it could grant immortality."
Thinking audaciously, York calmly picked up the organized mailbox and went out to continue the next step: delivering mail.
Standing in front of the pigeon loft.
Seeing that the two pigeon siblings, Rich and Lily, had not returned yet, York looked at a pigeon vigorously pecking at some rice.
"Leah!"
There was no response.
York's mouth twitched, and he reached out to grab Leah, who was still eating.
Seeing Leah flapping its wings in struggle, York quickly used persuasive speech.
"Don't worry, I'll prepare a lavish meal for you when you return!"
Fortunately, the pigeon responsible for delivering mail, under the influence of holy power, possessed some intelligence. It looked around with its beady eyes and calmed down.
"I always keep my word."
York breathed a sigh of relief, tied the mailbox to its claw.
"So make sure you come back after delivering to the next point!"
Leah cooed in response and flapped its wings.
York smiled, supporting Leah with his right hand and placing some rice in his left palm, letting Leah have its last supper before gently stroking its head.
"Alright, I'll prepare a big meal for you when you return, so don't be ungrateful like Rich and Lily."
With that, York, as always, supported the lively Leah and let it fly away. He watched it soar into the sky, blending into the clouds against the sunset.
"That's it for today!"
After completing the last step of his plan, York felt relaxed and turned back to return to the church.
However, while one family rejoices, another grieves.
Another church welcomed a tired-looking middle-aged couple.
In the presence of Father Ernst, they pressed their fingerprints on a document.
"Father, we're both willing to undergo an exorcism. This can't be delayed any longer; Emily's behavior is becoming more and more strange."
Hearing the man's words, Father Ernst nodded, collected the consent form, and put it in a file bag, his expression determined.
"Mate, Emily will get better."
Mate nodded and exchanged a look with his wife, then pulled out a diagnostic report from his pocket: "Father, this is the diagnosis from another hospital you asked for. It's pretty much the same as the previous ones."
Since he needed to reorganize the data and continue applying for the exorcism permit, Father Ernst took the report and explained.
"I'm sorry, Mate, but the church has strict rules. I need more examples to prove it."
Mate shook his head wearily.
"I understand, but this hospital's statement is a bit different. The doctor said that Emily's epilepsy has developed into a kind of psychiatric epileptic disorder.
He said that this disorder often accompanies schizophrenia during seizures, causing hallucinations and delusions. That's why Emily thinks she's seeing demons."
"Psychiatric epileptic disorder? Not epileptic psychiatric disorder?"
Father Ernst frowned as he looked at the explanation in the diagnosis, having studied relevant knowledge to confirm whether it was demon possession.
"They suggested trying electroconvulsive therapy." Mate said with self-derision.
"Everyone knows the serious side effects of electric shock therapy. It could damage Emily's memory, and she's such a bright child!"
After looking at the treatment plan, Father Ernst was silent and shook his head at the couple.
"No need to go to the hospital anymore. Wait for the exorcism permit."
"Alright, Father," the couple answered together, "We will take good care of Emily."
"Good. Call me if anything happens."
"Will do."
"..."
After seeing off the couple, Father Ernst held the cross on his chest and turned to walk back to his church.
He was confident that the data he had prepared this time would secure the exorcism permit.
Because he had found the key evidence.
Besides the hospital's diagnosis, this time's data included a diagnosis from a psychiatric expert.
And the crucial evidence was the psychiatrist's diagnosis: Emily wasn't epileptic, nor did she have any mental illness.
Because, according to him, Emily was completely normal most of the time, and she was aware of her occasional mental aberrations, which contradicted the symptoms of mental illness.
"This matches my judgment," Father Ernst breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mentally ill people are not aware that they are ill."
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