Click... The door was pushed open by a hand, revealing a large portion of a burly physique.
Scanning his room, York's eyes remained calm. Within his field of vision, the room was empty; even the male protagonist from underworld was nowhere to be seen. All that remained was the backpack originally left in the helicopter.
"It seems Hili has finished talking with Brother Rechel. That's for the best."
York closed the door behind him, couldn't help but stretch, checked the time on his phone, and walked toward the bed.
[18:52]
From arriving at the Lutheran Cathedral around eleven o'clock until now, only about eight hours had passed.
This Sealed Land hadn't been very difficult for him. Even his stats were currently full, and he didn't feel particularly tired.
However, having experienced another level at two thousand points, York felt he should properly process the lingering sensations.
"Everything will have to wait until I wake up."
York flopped onto the comfortable bed, stared at the white ceiling, and slowly closed his eyes.
He planned to head back tomorrow, giving himself some rest and Irene time to prepare... Time passed.
When the sky was covered in darkness.
Somewhere deep in the mountains far from the city, a roaring helicopter took off from a small village stationed in the old forest.
Brother Isas was looking at the intelligence gathered from the villagers, his brow furrowed.
He couldn't imagine what kind of commotion the rumored Father Yorkes had caused that a village dozens of kilometers away could hear strange noises and feel slight tremors.
The more he read, the more bewildered Brother Isas became. He put away the intel, looked toward the target location on the map, and muttered to himself.
"No way, right?"
But as the saying goes, speak of the devil. When the HH60W helicopter reached the target location, the Knight Squad and Brother Isas were stunned by the sight below.
The massive Saint Kata Monastery had vanished without a trace. Nothing was left except a giant crater dozens of meters deep and over a hundred meters in diameter... "It seems York wasn't lying..."
Before a large, smooth desk.
Bishop Rolfshang stared at the transmitted photos and related data. Confirming that nothing unexpected had occurred, he breathed a sigh of relief.
What he had been most worried about was the Gates of Hell inside. It wasn't that he doubted York's ability, but rather he feared the fellow might have messed around with something else.
"So how on earth did this guy make it look like this?"
Bishop Rolfshang flipped to a panoramic photo, his eyes filled with wonder.
It was completely clean, with only a massive crater remaining. The Saint Kata Monastery, which had been like a lump in his throat, was gone. The only remaining traces were the giant boulders scattered around the outermost perimeter.
Thinking of the burly York, Bishop Rolfshang couldn't help but shake his head, though a smile appeared on his face. He set down the photos and picked up the phone he had been waiting by to dial a number.
Soon, the relevant news and all the data were transmitted to the Vatican.
It was still that church, ordinary on the outside but profound on the inside.
"Your Holiness,"
A middle-aged man stood behind a kind-faced old man dressed in white robes and spoke softly.
"Does it need to be sealed?"
The old man didn't answer. He just looked at the photos in his hand and then at the related dialogue, the corners of his mouth curling up.
"Continue to keep it sealed, Cecil."
The middle-aged man named Cecil bowed his head slightly and responded earnestly.
"Yes, Your Holiness."
"From now on, these will be that child's achievements, not some so-called proof."
They pretend not to know, but we all know that evil can never bathe in the holy light. Only those whose hearts turn toward the light and who are recognized can possess such great power."
The old man slowly put away the photos, staring at the inspection report he had already read. Looking at the detected holy residue and the related speculations, he spoke indifferently, unconcerned.
"Tell me, should we also promote York's clerical rank?"
Cecil answered seriously, "Your Holiness, I don't think the boy York would accept it, and many people wouldn't agree either."
The old man seemed to recall this as well and handed everything in his hands to Cecil behind him.
"Let's take it slow."
As Cecil reached out to take the items, the old man smiled again and changed the subject.
"Cecil, do you want to make a bet with me?"
Cecil, who was a bishop himself, acted like an assistant. While tucking the folder under his arm, he said:
"Go ahead."
The old man smiled. "Let's bet on whether York will call tonight."
Cecil smiled but said nothing.
According to past bets, he only ever had the negative option to choose, and he basically failed every time.
Hearing no reply, the old man continued, "Never mind. Although I would choose the negative answer myself, Cecil, you really are boring."
Cecil still just smiled and said nothing.
Seeming to think of something else, a hint of interest appeared in the old man's eyes.
"I'll make the call myself. I'm also curious about how that child managed to reach this level."
As if by some telepathic connection, York, lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.
Light flickered in his eyes.
[Insight Gained]
[Reward +0.5]
"That works too?"
Hearing the sudden prompt in his ear, York was stunned. He had only been reviewing the feeling from that time, and he hadn't expected to gain 0.5 attribute points.
"Are you about to change?" York subconsciously thought of the first appraisal that appeared when he touched the blood of jesus. He added the accidentally obtained 0.5 to his Health, topping it off.
Although he could feel some changes in the system while absorbing the blood of jesus, York didn't pay much attention. In his perception, it was something beneficial to him, like these suddenly acquired 0.5 attribute points.
[Points added successfully]
[Health increased from 135 to 135.5]
The sensation of adding 0.5 points was very subtle. York grabbed the phone he had tossed aside and checked the time.
[22:39]
Unknowingly, he had been reviewing for nearly four hours.
Just then, the phone vibrated. The old man's caller ID appeared on the screen. York's eyebrows twitched slightly, and everything clicked in his mind instantly.
"It seems Bishop Rolfshang already knows about the situation at Saint Kata Monastery."
Staring at the phone screen, York knew the nature of this call. It was nothing more than the old man on the other end wanting to hear him tell stories again.
However, this time... York smiled and tapped the icon to answer the call.
Regarding the double buff of Enchantment and Holy Imbuement, he didn't intend to talk about it.
After all, the two conditions for destroying the Gates of Hell were very standard: 1) Firepower to destroy the Gates of Hell, and 2) sufficient holy light power. These two points alone meant he couldn't just brush it off as easily as before.
Regardless, he still didn't want others to know he had the capability of this double buff. Even to the old man, he didn't want to say.
It wasn't about anything specific, just that one must remain guarded. In this dangerous parallel world, if you bared everything to someone, you wouldn't even know how you died.
He had only one saying: honest people don't live long, nor do they go far...