York only stopped praying when the mechanical voice sounded in his ears.
[Prayer: Daily Prayer (Completed)]
[Reward: 0.5 points issued]
"Amen!"
York opened his eyes, looking at the Jesus Statue as he finished his prayer. To be honest, even though he wasn't a true believer, he took this daily 0.5 points with a clear conscience.
After all, who else was like him, constantly mentioning the Lord and telling people to be grateful to Him?
York made the sign of the cross and silently called up his personal panel.
[York]
[Race: Human]
[Class: Priest, Professor of Pharmacy, Doctor...]
[All-around Constitution: 27 (Note: Average for ordinary people is 10)]
[Health: 111/111 (Note: Average for ordinary people is 10)]
[Spirit: 83/83 (Note: Average for ordinary people is 10)]
[mana: 159.5/159.5]
[Items: Basic Clerical Robe, Defense 6, Durability: 6/10]
[Skills: Exorcism (Exorcism), Protego (Shield), Repello (Expulsion)]
[...]
After thinking for a moment, York looked at his mana value and added the 0.5 points he just received to it, rounding it up.
[Attribute point added successfully]
[mana 159.5 increased to 160]
[...]
After finishing his daily point allocation, York glanced at the empty hall and finally found some free time in the lounge to write an exorcism report.
He emphasized the term 'Demon Body' and attached a portrait. Although it was a bit poorly drawn, he had captured the general form.
"Please track down the true name of this demon through its form."
Leaving this sentence on the drawing, York picked up the scroll, rolling it up as he walked out of the church. He called for a new pigeon named Li Li.
He stroked the top of Li Li's head. With every stroke, Li Li would let out a cry and flutter her wings once.
Seeing this cute appearance, York smiled gently.
"I don't know where your big brother Richie has gone to slack off; he hasn't flown back yet. I'm counting on you, Li Li. If you can, bring your big brother back too."
Li Li let out a cry, her eyes rolling around as if she understood.
"Heh."
With his smile unchanged, York sealed the report into the tube on the pigeon's leg as usual, then tossed the pigeon named Li Li into the air to send her off.
Watching the pigeon fly further and further away, York turned back to the now quiet main building.
"...Finally, I can relax for a bit."
Sitting down on the front row of pews, York took out his phone to check the time.
"It's not yet the live stream time Officer Jeffrey mentioned."
Before leaving, Officer Jeffrey had actually told him about an exorcism live stream, saying there was someone dressed as a priest performing an exorcism on a person pretending to be possessed.
The format was no different from traditional exorcism: first using a cross and a Bible to force out the true name, then using God's prohibition and power to expel it.
However, just that was enough to make him pay some attention. As mentioned before, when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back into you; as the saying goes, what is constantly in mind will eventually have an echo.
Checking the time again, York continued to study the three spells he had just learned, which were equivalent to skills, while he still had time.
He always felt that a spell itself was a converter. That is to say, each spell was actually a different converter, converting initial mana into types like attack or defense more accurately than the system.
At the same time, he also felt that the mana in his body was really not as simple as he imagined; it felt a bit like a bug.
"Isn't this perfect? Just being invincible is enough."
York smiled, not dwelling on the essence of mana. He was a practical person; as long as it was beneficial to him, he wouldn't look too deeply into it.
Thinking of this, York repeatedly studied and familiarized himself with the spells, striving to master them thoroughly so he could give someone a good beating if he used them in battle one day.
After a long time, not until the live stream was about to start did York stop his research and pick up his phone.
"Which live stream account did Officer Jeffrey say it was?"
Recalling what Officer Jeffrey had said, York quickly found the so-called live stream.
As the screen counted down, he saw a priest in holy robes appear. Behind the incessantly chanting priest, a man was tied up and lying on a lounge chair, roaring non-stop.
"Hallowed be Thy name, Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven..."
"Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses..."
"..."
It looked very professional. Combined with the dim lighting and the roaring sound in the background, it had a good atmosphere. But looking at this priest who couldn't be more fake, York cursed 'idiot' in his heart.
"If you often walk by the riverside, how can you not get your shoes wet?"
York shook his head, turned off the live stream, and dialed a number. He reported the matter to the Department of Occult Affairs, which was responsible for supernatural events in the church, providing the live stream account details.
"..."
"Alright, Father Yorkes, we will keep observing this live stream throughout. If we find anything wrong, we will find a way to shut down this live room."
"Mhm."
After finishing the call, York hung up. With the Department of Occult Affairs watching, this live stream wouldn't be able to cause much trouble. Mainly because the director, Gabriel, that old man, would take his words seriously.
Having done everything he needed to do, York closed his eyes to rest.
The only thing left for him to do today was the charity event.
For a moment, only peace remained in the candlelit hall's altar. Time flowed quietly in this atmosphere. However, what York didn't know was that the shadow of the Jesus Statue above happened to cover his figure.
After an unknown amount of time, York suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward the door.
"Father Yorkes, are you there?"
Appearing at the door with the voice was a young man who had come to check the situation. Seeing him there, the young man whispered.
"Ms. Camille asked me to come and pick you up. Are you willing to participate in the charity event?"
York stood up, made the sign of the cross, and looked at the somewhat nervous young man with a gentle smile.
"It's a good thing. I don't seem to have a reason to refuse."
...Lance Community was on a different level from Tem Community, which he had visited before, and Boston Community, where Mrs. Mosang lived. It was a high-end community where the residents' net worth was basically over a million.
Although the charity events held by such high-end communities were related to charity and were indeed being done, if you were being serious, they were actually just games for the rich.
Involuntarily thinking of the few times he had participated before, York looked at the scenes flashing past the car window, his eyelids lowered.
To be honest, he was only doing it for the points.
Of course, some people were indeed kind and truly doing charity, such as Ms. Camille's family, who were always on the front lines, and some friendly rich people.
They would form a fleet of food trucks to travel to various places to personally distribute food to the poor for free, spend money to hold free medical clinics in open spaces so that the poor who couldn't afford it could see a doctor, and create several shelters to house homeless families.
These were things that the rich who just sat on chairs and donated money with their mouths couldn't do.
As for him, he participated, but what he contributed was only the money donated by believers and verbal psychological counseling.