Exorcist in America

York had just sent off another believer when a notification sound chimed in his ears, stirring emotions he found difficult to suppress.

As the sound played, he immediately felt something unusual about his body.

Given his current strength, any anomaly in his body suggested a significant increase in his abilities, now that his life points had exceeded three hundred.

This was not a small number. Now, any change was significant.

First, sitting in a quiet place, York carefully felt the changes in his body and muttered to himself, "There's a tingling sensation that indicates cellular changes within me, perhaps signifying an enhanced regenerative ability."

Feeling this, York had a strange look in his eyes. Honestly, without a reference point, he couldn't gauge the extent of his regenerative abilities.

If it were like previous experiments, where a stab through the palm would heal shortly after withdrawing the blade, he could indeed feel the edges where new buds of flesh rapidly emerged, knitting together to form new blood vessels, tendons, muscles, and skin.

"Besides that, my skin's sensitivity has also increased." York extended his hand, observing it and feeling a sense of familiarity in his eyes.

He retained memories from his past life and hadn't forgotten the movies he'd seen.

Perhaps it was the added clarity from his transmigration; memories from his past life were vivid, including the minutest details from films he'd watched.

Thus, the changes in his skin reminded him of a classic Western superhero movie.

That was Spider-Man. Like Peter Parker right after being bitten by the spider, noticing his mutations, Spider-Man had seen tiny barbs on his skin similar to a spider's.

And York could now sense subtle changes around him through his skin, such as breezes and temperature variations.

Perhaps combined with cellular changes, York sensed his own defenses had surged once more.

Previously, dragging a knife across his skin wouldn't leave a mark unless he applied significant force.

"Now," York's eyes grew even more peculiar.

His subsequent experiences only made the bizarre sensation in his heart more pronounced.

Besides his cells, his skin had undergone noticeable changes.

In fact, with life points now over three hundred, there were even more manifestations.

Feeling various changes in his body, York also felt lighter, almost as if he could easily leap buildings or fly with a bit of effort.

His senses had also altered; they were sharper than before. For instance, he could hear sounds from further away and see smaller details.

After understanding these regular changes, York released the perspective function of his 3D map to check his condition.

He had always consciously blocked this feature to avoid issues, activating it only when necessary.

With this feature now unlocked, York instinctively examined his own body.

Feeling was one thing, but seeing was another.

He could directly observe ongoing rapid changes within his body.

This left him stunned.

His body was no longer entirely human.

His cartilage, fasciae, ligaments, muscles, various fibrous lines, and the strength and mutations of various organs had undergone subtle yet profound alterations beyond normal human capacities.

The muscle fibers covering his body looked terrifyingly developed, informing him that life points and physical condition indeed enhanced each other.

After all, muscles are linked to strength.

Seeing this, York muttered, "With such a quantity and activity of muscle cells, plus the strength of the muscle fibers, in terms of mass, could a single muscle filament of mine be several times thicker than that of an ordinary person?"

"No wonder my physical strength data shouldn't be this strong."

York gained some insights. It wasn't just the physique and life points that had a complementary strengthening relationship; perhaps all four attribute types were interrelated.

The ability to amplify the essence of magic went without saying. His data didn't seem strong, but with magic, it was a world of difference.

It could be said that his strength came entirely from magic.

Thus, his current strength couldn't be measured with ordinary standards or just a few hundred points but should be viewed holistically.

York took a deep breath and continued to look. With the perspective function, he finally understood what had mutated within him.

"Strange, my heart doesn't even look like what I knew anymore. Instead, it's made up of small sections that combine into a large mass, arranged in the center, surrounded by what appears to be robust peripheral blood vessels and muscle fibers, resembling a car engine.

The arrangement of the heart even looks quite regular and symmetrical,"

Seeing this and hearing the hum of a highly efficient machine that was his heartbeat, York's eyes twitched involuntarily, filled with existential doubt.

Was he still human, or had he become something else?

...

After observing for a while, York shook his head, withdrawing his gaze from his body's internal structure.

Honestly, with his current knowledge, he couldn't explain the mutations within him and what they brought.

It wasn't just because he was looking from a human perspective, using human knowledge, which couldn't elucidate the reasons,

 so he couldn't speak of it.

Because his current abilities were beyond human understanding, and he couldn't understand them either, feeling that these abilities were as innate as breathing is to humans.

"If I can't understand it, then I'll just go step by step," York said, looking at his clenched right hand and squinting, "It doesn't affect my mood, just my life. This level is okay; no matter what changes, I am still me!"

His words fell unheard, the sensations in his body yet to subside.

York wasn't in a hurry, just loosening his hands and patiently waiting.

His mentality had been tempered over many years of exorcism, a life as a scavenger, and journeys through long-forgotten rifts, leaving him unfazed by such trivial matters as internal mutations.

After a very quiet period, the sensations in his body finally faded.

York exhaled and was about to study further when a discovery startled him.

He also felt a swelling in his head, a dizzy sensation as if a flood of information was rushing into his brain.

This was a dizziness York hadn't experienced in many years.

But York ignored it, staring blankly at the scene before him.

Tiny points of light flickered and drifted before his eyes, forming a dazzling pattern of light and shadow.

He could see the trails left by these points of light, the paths they took.

There were also collisions among some points, releasing a flow of an invisible substance.

He could feel what these points of light were and sense their movement, whether regular or irregular, related or not.

Beyond all this, most importantly, he saw the interactions and influences between these points, including attraction, repulsion, collision, and bursts.

These combinations provided York with a fascinating view of interaction.

"This is..."

York licked his dry lips, the light in his eyes exceptionally bright.

But before he could feel much deeper, his brain seemed to swell to its limits, on the verge of bursting.

This startled him, prompting him to close his eyes and block out everything.

Sensations, including the 3D map and more.

He then disconnected the influx of information.

When everything returned to normal, York opened his eyes, looking at the space that had returned to its usual state but no longer displayed the environment, and he sighed in relief.

But the next second, he couldn't help but laugh.

It was because the life points he had always valued did not disappoint him. His relentless efforts had shown that life points were linked to bodily evolution.

This time, it was a huge, no, a very huge surprise.

Besides regeneration, recovery, and bodily mutations, he also remembered the stunning scene from just before.

If he wasn't mistaken, those dense yet orderly points of light were probably the microscopic particles he had long contemplated.

Seeing those points, it was as if he saw the entire universe, suddenly feeling an illusion of controlling the universe.

"Pity, I saw them, but my brain couldn't handle the information from the particles, nor did I feel I could control them."

Recalling the sensation of seeing the particles, York's expression fluctuated, but then he shook his head.

"At least now I know the huge changes life points can bring. As long as the data is high enough, when my eyes see them, my brain should be able to withstand the pressure of that information flow."

"No,"

York shook his head again.

"Even if it can withstand and I can see, that feeling of being unable to control..."

York pursed his lips, thinking of telekinesis.

Combining the previous speculation about the four attributes being interrelated and enhancing each other, he had some ideas.

This uncontrollable sensation was likely a matter of telekinesis.

"As long as the quality of telekinesis evolves to the point of controlling molecules, I should have the basic conditions for control. Thus, I shouldn't overlook the attributes of spirit/holy power because of life points. After all, there's still the 3D map. If not just limited to the eyes, within the range of the 3D map, I could also sense the presence of particles, then everything within hundreds of meters would be under my control,

I would become a system unto myself."

Thinking deeper, York took a deep breath and then exhaled continuously, his gaze firming.

Getting stronger had always been his top priority.

"Macroscopic particles generally refer to the materials and objects we encounter in daily life, such as the human body, furniture, buildings, etc. These objects are composed of a large number of atoms and molecules, which are made up of microscopic particles.

Microscopic particles are the basic units that make up macroscopic objects, including atoms, molecules, and other smaller fundamental particles. So, controlling microscopic particles means controlling the macroscopic world, and essentially everything."

With this information flashing through his mind, York looked up into the void and muttered,

"Who can withstand this?"

...

"Thank you."

On a street corner in a community, people gathered

 in an orderly fashion.

Each person stood in front of several cars, forming long lines at each vehicle.

The crowd was large and mixed.

They were mostly ordinary residents who could barely afford rent but not food, as well as some unemployed vagrants.

Additionally, there were families about to apply for shelters, unable to sustain their rent.

The reason they queued so orderly and for so long was because of the meal trucks parked by the roadside, bearing the insignia of Ashby Abbey, due to the food distributed from these trucks.

The charitable food from Ashby Abbey differed from regular free meals in that it was nutritious, tasty, and not nearing expiration.

Of course, the most important thing was the principle of not wasting free food.

Listening to a vagrant thank him after receiving food, Chris nodded.

He was one of the volunteers helping out, but also a societal elite, naturally understanding this principle.

However, he valued the experience of giving more.

He was a kind-hearted man.

He wasn't affected by the bantering tone of the Chinese spoken nearby.

Having learned Chinese, if he hadn't misheard, an Asian had said, "It's mealtime again, brothers."

"Oh, your spirit is truly beautiful, Lucy."

A slightly exuberant voice came from nearby, drawing his attention.

A girl who often rode along with Father John was smiling as she handed a meal to a corpulent woman in front of her.

This made Chris smile; as a regular attendee of the masses at Ashby Abbey and also a volunteer, he was well aware of Lucy's situation and the hardships she had endured.

Initially timid, she had been afraid to appear in public, but after numerous outings and charity events, poor Lucy had changed.

"Sigh."

Chris breathed a sigh of relief as someone approached, and he handed over a meal box.

"Thank you."

"Thank you, Mr. Chris."

"Thank you."

"..."

With each satisfying response, Chris suddenly realized the line had cleared. He looked at Lucy, who had removed her hat, and said,

"Lucy, take a break."

Saying this, he looked at another vehicle still with a queue and said,

"I'll go help Father John."

Lucy blinked, initially thinking of an excuse to decline, but hearing her phone ring, she nodded.

"Still not talkative," Chris thought, but it didn't bother him much. He smiled at Lucy before leaving to head to the next vehicle.

His fondness for and occasional care for Lucy was partly because he saw in her the shadow of his own daughter.

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