As I finished my morning coffee, I went ahead and prepared my breakfast, which was pancakes.
You may also question me: aren't priests supposed to eat simple food?
The answer is yes, they do. But I am different. Firstly, I was forced to be a priest and didn't have any choice. Secondly, priests eat simple food and do community work because they need to retain their holy power.
Priests acquire holy power by spreading kindness, preaching about God, and having faith. The act of eating leads to leakage of holy power, so priests generally eat simple things.
An average priest generally has about 10–15 holy power, while a normal human has about 0–5. A high-class priest could have up to 20 or more, and the Pope himself has about 25.
But me? I had 30. Yeah. So I simply have the most holy power among humans. And did I mention I also have the Stigmata, which are literally the two tattoos on my hands and forehead? This allows me to not lose any kind of holy power. Even if I committed atrocities, it wouldn't affect me. It's like a pass for committing any crime with zero offense—not like I would do it, though.
In this world, both good and evil exist. It's just that in America (fictional version of America), especially in America, these evil forces have taken root.
Considering that America has one of the highest criminal records in murders, aggravated assaults, robberies, and sexual assault.
There are also protests against religion. There are also a lot of psychotic killers and mental patients in this country.
Yeah. So to sum it up, there is a lot of negative energy in this land, and evil spirits and demons feed on it.
So this country is like an oasis for demons, so obviously they would come here to fill their stomachs and grow stronger.
Satanic cults also have a home ground here.
So I transmigrated here, right in the middle of evil's hunting ground. Great.
After finishing my breakfast and dressing up in the classic priest outfit—which didn't seem right—I just wore a casual outfit and went to the church to perform basic duties.
In this church, I was the only person working, and it felt quite peaceful here.
The walls of the church had some cracks on them. The color on the walls was dull, and a few of the window glasses were broken. The church was old and needed help.
But here in Black Stone Hill, no one visits. So no donations and no taxes for the church. It was just me, Jesus Christ hanging on his cross, and other portrayals of Mary on the walls.
After cleaning the church office of dirt and fallen leaves, it was already 12 p.m., which meant training time.
I went and wore my shoes, dressed in my tracksuit, locked the door of the church, and went to jog.
Here's the thing: this world didn't just have supernatural threats, but also human threats—ranging from satanic cultists to psychotic killers. There are plenty in this area. So I needed to train.
[Ding!!!
Daily Quest: Training
100 push-ups
100 squats
100 sit-ups
10-kilometer run
Reward: +3 stat points
Failure: 1-minute electric therapy
]
"Tch, hey system, why do you always make me suffer? They're all 20 numbers more than last time!!"
[Don't underestimate the body, host. For this body, this much is nothing.]
"Whatever."
The body was indeed gifted—good height, fast reflexes, lean and strong muscles, and flexible joints. A weapon disguised as a human.
Also, did I mention that I used to do MMA? So yeah, any average Joe is a goner in front of me.