Exorcist of the American Nightmares

"Goodbye, my dear priest!"

"If you won't tell me which church you belong to, I will find it myself."

"I will find you..."

"..."

The fragrance remains, but the owner of the voice is no longer present.

In the entire Ford Raptor, only York is left. By now, he has already dressed, his expression serene, though the marks on his neck seem to tell a story.

Ah, all of this is so wonderful.

But as a priest who performs exorcisms, his mental strength is formidable. The next second, York forcibly gathers his thoughts, and while marveling at the American style, he closes his eyes and makes the sign of the cross.

"Lord! I know I have sinned! I will confess! If You can forgive me, I will drive out more demons in Your name, spread Your glorious light over this land, and make more people aware of Your greatness..."

"Amen!!"

"..."

After confessing, York feels much better. When he opens his eyes again, they are clearer.

He glances at the rearview mirror, takes a deep breath of the lingering scent, and then steps on the gas, driving away.

The matter is resolved, and it's time for him to return.

Under someone's gaze, the Ford Raptor quickly departs.

This time, the journey home is uneventful, and York quickly leaves the Appalachian Mountains.

Driving into a city in the dead of night, he begins to manage the points he has earned.

Muttering to himself, a virtual window appears out of nowhere. While driving, York looks at his personal panel, pondering.

[York]

[Race: Human]

[Occupation: Priest, Professor of Pharmacology, Doctor…] [All-around Physique: 24/24, (Note: The average for a normal person is 10)] [Life: 106.5/106.5 (Note: The average for a normal person is 10)] [Spirit: 83/83 (Note: The average for a normal person is 10)] [Magic: 132/132 (Note: Recovers one point of magic per minute)]

[Items: Basic Priest Robe, Defense 6, Durability: 6/10]

"..." After his previous upgrades, his life value increased to 106.5, but his magic was permanently deducted by two points due to the murderer incident.

Had it been the old York, he might have felt it was a loss, but with a bag full of valuable jewelry and the money promised by her and her friend, it doesn't seem like a loss.

This is a considerable amount of money, two million US dollars, one million each. This is why York believes they are very wealthy.

From the rich lady's demeanor, it seems that this money is just pocket change for them. It's just that the rich are on a different level.

Once this money is deposited, York won't have to worry about finances for a long time.

York, feeling relaxed, looks at the points available for allocation.

The total reward for the murderer incident was three points, plus one point for investigating the source of the incident, meaning he has four points to allocate.

"First, restore the two points deducted from magic, and then add the rest to life..."

Life is linked to survival, so York doesn't hesitate. He adds two points to magic to restore its original value, and then continues to add the remaining two points to life. [Point allocation successful] With the system's prompt, his personal panel changes.

[York]

[Race: Human]

[Occupation: Priest, Professor of Pharmacology, Doctor…] [All-around Physique: 24/24, (Note: The average for a normal person is 10)] [Life: 108.5/108.5 (Note: The average for a normal person is 10)] [Spirit: 83/83 (Note: The average for a normal person is 10)] [Magic: 134/134]

[Items: Basic Priest Robe, Defense 6, Durability: 6/10]

"..." Feeling the changes in his body, York is invigorated, sensing a strange energy spreading throughout his body.

This is the sensation of adding points to life, this strange energy keeps his body vibrant, and because of this, he rarely feels tired, even capable of staying awake for days due to his high stamina/spirit.

This synergy is what makes him a workaholic, and it's also why York is never short of bullets or holy water.

Always working, making bullets and holy water, and using the cross to pass time, who can keep up with that...

Feeling the changes within, York doesn't turn on the music this time but steps on the gas, driving the Ford Raptor towards home.

After all the back and forth, by the time he gets home, the sun will probably be rising.

Indeed, when York arrives at his home's garage, the sun has already risen above the horizon, the warm early sunlight illuminating the land and bringing light.

The early sun is comforting, and despite not having slept all night, York is still full of energy. He parks the car, takes everything from the back seat, and heads inside.

After entering the house, York first checks the crosses hanging around to ensure no one has entered, then heads to the basement.

He had prepared too much for this trip, feeling like he was using a cannon to kill ants, but York has no regrets. If he had to do it again, he would still bring as much, as it's his responsibility to his own life.

He silently unloads the remaining bullets from the two Winchester M1897s, maintains them, puts them back in their place, and organizes the rest of the items, placing them in their designated spots.

After dealing with all the equipment, York looks at the big bag next to him, the remnants of the murderer's possessions. Like dirty money, these unverified items are essentially tainted goods.

Legitimate channels definitely won't accept so much tainted goods, as they fear attracting trouble, after all, valuable items have their own hierarchy.

Simply put, poor people aren't supposed to own these things; only the wealthy have the power to possess them.

Of course, that's through legitimate channels. As for the illegitimate ones, they usually charge a hefty fee as the cost for taking on the consequences.

York narrows his eyes, quickly thinking of a place where he can unload the goods, where the fee rate is relatively reasonable.

Deciding to sell the goods first and then complete his daily tasks at the church, York, after a long absence, takes off his priest robe, puts on more casual clothes after a shower, grabs his backpack, and returns to the Ford Raptor to drive towards the city center.

...

...

City Center.

A Ford Raptor discreetly parks by the roadside.

York picks up the backpack from the passenger seat, observing the bustling scene around him, with people of all skin colors coming and going, feeling somewhat moved.

New York truly lives up to its reputation as one of the most bustling and international cities in the world, where he always sees tourists from various countries every time he visits.