I directed the mythical revival in Tokyo

Chapter 189 Bishop Raul
The sun shines softly on the bouquets of flowers on the balcony.

However, in stark contrast, the atmosphere inside the house was as cold as an ice cellar.

Carl put his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the priest in front of him.

The priest knew that he no longer needed to hide anything. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a strange smile, making his originally kind face look as terrifying as a devil.

"Karl, I have investigated your family and know what your father did behind the scenes. Those things are probably more dirty than you think."

"Believe me!"

"Now, come with me! To a brand new city, I will be your adoptive father and raise you to adulthood."

"Of course, you only need to pay a small price during this period, and maybe there will be a reward?"

As he spoke, the priest slowly raised his right hand, reached for his collar, and gently unbuttoned it.

Facing the priest who was approaching step by step, Carl clenched his hands behind his back again, and a stiff look appeared on his face.

"Father, I don't want to know anything about what happened between you and my father. But don't you know that supernatural events have occurred frequently in the island country?"

“The Lord’s Presence is Real!”

Carl said this while staring closely at the priest.

"Aren't you afraid of going to hell?"

"Since I have done such a thing and there is still no punishment from heaven to retaliate against me, doesn't it mean that God has tacitly approved of my behavior?"

With the sound of the belt being unbuckled, the priest threw the belt aside, his face revealing his fascination with Carl.

At this moment, he was tired of those boring scripts and just wanted to pursue his inner desires.

"Karl!!!"

The priest's expression was completely distorted, and he pounced on Karl in an instant with crazy greed.

Carl reacted quickly and attacked with his left hand in an instant, trying to stop the priest.

However, the priest easily grabbed Carl's left wrist and reached out his other hand to Carl's leg, trying to restrict his movements in this way.

As for whether Carl can fight back?
The priest never really worried.

He knew Carl's physical fitness very well, and that thin body was no match for him.

"Karl! Good boy, the pain will soon pass!"

The priest coaxed, his other hand getting closer and closer to Carl's ankle.

Half a meter.

Thirty centimeters.

ten centimeters.

Right now.

"what!!!"

The priest suddenly let out a shrill scream, his eyes widened, and saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the ground.

His body couldn't help but bend downward, and his other hand also stretched towards his lower body like a spasm.

In an instant, the priest realized something and he roared in anger.

"Asshole! You little bitch! How dare you lay your hands on my Holy Root! Aa ...

However, before he could finish his curse, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

He lowered his head with a dull look in his eyes, and saw that a dagger had pierced into his abdomen at some point, and behind the dagger, a hand was tightly gripping the handle.

The priest immediately realized that the situation was not good. He endured the severe pain and tried his best to put a kind smile on his face again.

He looked up at the cold and silent Karl in front of him and explained quickly: “Karl! Don’t get me wrong, I’m just joking with you!!!”

Before the priest finished speaking, he suddenly discovered that Carl had broken free from his left hand, and a flash of white light appeared in his fist.

[Wait! Could this child be the extraordinary person that the Church has been looking for? ]

thump!
The priest suddenly felt his cheek attacked by a concentrated force, which hit him violently in the face.

He felt his back teeth begin to loosen, and then the huge impact force was too much for him to bear. His head tilted back involuntarily and his body collapsed.

thump!
The tables and chairs were affected, and the sound of the priest falling to the ground was heard.

"Go to hell! You blasphemer!!!"

Carl roared and rushed towards the priest again with a dagger in his hand.

The priest lay on the ground, looking at Carl approaching in horror and shouting hurriedly.

"Wait, Carl! I want to tell you a secret! The Vatican is now looking for...Ah!!!"

Behind the priest was a cold floor. The glaring sunlight shone through the glass onto his face, forcing him to raise his hands to block it. He felt a huge weight pressing on his abdomen.

"Ugh!"

The sudden pain made him swallow back the words that were about to come.

"Listen to me, Carl! Do you want to change your destiny? Aa ...

The priest struggled to shout out the last words, but Carl's attack did not stop.

puff!

Just as the priest was about to persuade him again, he suddenly felt the pain in his chest suddenly spread throughout his body.

“Calm down…Ah!!!”

puff!

"Karl! Aaaaaaaah!!!"

puff!

puff!

Poof! ! !

……

At this time, Carl placed his left foot firmly on the priest's abdomen and leaned forward slightly to stabilize the other's body.

He gripped the dagger tightly in both hands and stabbed downward again and again.

One knife, two knives, ten knives...

With each pull out of the dagger, a large amount of blood splattered around, staining the ground red.

Puff, puff...

Karl's eyes became a little dull, and the corners of his mouth just subconsciously stretched out, revealing a dull smile.

He mechanically repeated the action of thrusting the dagger into and out of the priest's body.

"Kill you! Kill you!!!"

He was roaring inwardly.

Blood splattered on his face, dyed his long blood-red hair, and soaked his tattered clothes.

He didn't care at all and just stared at the priest's head which had tilted to the right and his distracted eyes.

At this moment, Carl had only one thought in his mind - send this bastard who blasphemed the Lord to hell!!!

He held the dagger with both hands and swung it in the air again, ready to deal the final blow to the priest.

However, at this moment——

Boom! ! ! !
A loud bang exploded in Carl's mind, and he felt as if his soul was shaken out of his body.

But then, an intense pain and tearing sensation pulled him back to reality.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

He screamed and felt a sharp pain behind his right shoulder, as if bugs were constantly crawling out of it.

However, along with this pain comes endless energy.

This energy continued to flow out along his right arm.

Carl felt his strength surge in an instant.

Peng! ! !
The dagger accelerated instantly while being swung, and the blade, carrying all of Carl's strength, pierced the priest's head unhindered.

Immediately afterwards, the force did not decrease.

crunch, crunch...

As the dagger went deeper and deeper, the priest's skull made horrifying crackling sounds when it met Carl's palm.

The sound echoed in the silent air, sounding particularly harsh.

pat!

Finally, under the terrifying pressure of the palm, the priest's head shattered.

Red and white objects splattered everywhere, staining the surrounding ground and Carl's clothes red.

Ding! ! !
The dagger instantly sank completely into the ground, with only half of the handle remaining outside.

Carl loosened his grip and left the dagger stuck there.

"Hoohoo!"

It was unknown how long it took for Carl to come back to his senses.

His body was slightly sluggish, and he subconsciously tilted his head to the side, looking at the mirror beside him.

The mirror reflected a disheveled red-haired boy, who was pressing down on a headless corpse.

His arms hung naturally and relaxed in front of him, and his eyes revealed an indescribable fatigue and relief.

On the ground, a large amount of residue was flowing randomly, mixed with the surrounding bloodstains, forming a shocking picture.

Carl took a deep breath, and looking at the dagger at this moment, memories suddenly emerged.

That was the beach where he had gone specifically before coming here and met the blond boy.

……

"It seems that the child has completely forgotten what happened between us."

Carl stared at the traces on the ground that disappeared without a trace, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

His gaze then turned to the long coastline ahead. The tide continued to surge in, hitting the beach, and then slowly receded.

This scene seems to symbolize that the memories between the two have been ruthlessly washed away by the tide of time.

"This road leads to the church, so I won't have to keep the priest waiting for long." Carl said to himself, preparing to leave.

However, just as he was about to turn around, a call suddenly came from behind:
"Hey! Red-haired boy! Are you looking for a blond boy?"

Hearing the sudden voice, Carl turned around immediately.

After all, the color of their hair is quite recognizable, and he has been called "the red-haired kid" more than once.

What came into view was an elderly man wearing an apron.

He walked towards Karl with a letter in his hand.

"This is a letter that a blond boy asked me to give you half a month ago." The uncle said, handing the letter to Carl, "He should be a good friend of yours, right? As far as I know, the boy has been waiting for you on the beach for more than ten days."

As he spoke, the uncle rubbed his chin gently with his hand, as if he was recalling the scene at that time.

"But then one day, a priest came to find him, took him away and never showed up again. It was also on that day that he left a sum of money and this letter, and asked me to give the letter to a red-haired child."

"Judging from your expression, it must be you!"

……

"It's actually true..."

Carl stared at the headless corpse in front of him, muttering to himself as the contents of the letter echoed in his mind.

Da da da……

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor, breaking the moment of silence.

Carl immediately became alert, and with his keen hearing, he instantly understood what was going to happen next.

"Members of the church?" Carl subconsciously looked at the doors and windows that were not blocked.

"Forget it... I took action in the church, this is the sin I deserve."

“Lord, I have sinned…”

He whispered a prayer.

Click click click...

With the sound of the wooden door lock turning, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A nun rushed into the house first, and when she saw the tragic scene on the ground, she couldn't help but scream.

"What happened...Ah!!!"

"Bishop Raul! Be careful!"

The nun warned the people behind her in horror.

Carl raised his head and saw a clergyman wearing black glasses, with droopy cheeks and sunken eyes.

"How dare you do this in the church..."

Bishop Raul looked around angrily, and suddenly, his eyes fell on the dagger that was completely embedded in the ground.

He was stunned for a moment, as if he realized something, and then the anger on his face gradually dissipated, replaced by a charitable smile.

Amid the surprised looks of the people around him, Bishop Raul slowly stepped forward and walked towards Carl.

"No! Bishop Raul! The other party is a dangerous person! Please don't do it without knowing the truth..."

With a click, his hand gently rested on Carl's shoulder.

Looking at Carl, who looked panic-stricken, the smile on his face became even kinder.

"Don't be afraid, Carl!"

"It's all over! I'll get to the bottom of this!"

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Karl walked out of the church trembling, still unable to believe that today's events ended like this.

After he walked a few steps toward the church door, he suddenly turned around and looked at Bishop Raul (priest), who was smiling with his left hand hidden behind his back and the other hand waving high.

This familiar scene made Karl slightly stunned, and he couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

For a moment he actually mistook the other person for a priest.

"It seems that I am too tired..."

Carl muttered to himself, turned around and continued walking.

After an unknown amount of time, he was walking on the familiar beach when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right arm again.

"what!!!!"

"I have to...I have to go home and prepare dinner immediately!"

……

In a room that looks like an exhibition hall.

Kira Yoshimitsu raised his hand slightly and looked at the girl in front of him with flowing silver hair and a delicate face.

He pinched her soft hands, still showing a hint of dissatisfaction with his "work".

"The skin is not strong enough and needs to be strengthened by [Density Control], and the color saturation of the nails is a little lacking, so it also needs to be slightly adjusted by plastic surgery."

"Once the divine power has strengthened the body, it will be another great collection item!"

However, today's plan has come to an end, and Kira Yoshimitsu can only wave away the work in front of him.

He then habitually opened the panel to see if there were any new breakthrough capabilities.

Suddenly, his brows frowned.

"When was this drawn?"

[Blood Distortion (Energy Reserve)] lv1
Kira Yoshimitsu probed his consciousness, and then his expression showed a hint of complexity.

"A special ability that mutates after being corroded by energy? The effect is to grow special organs to store extra energy for the body?"

"It seems that since I am the source of energy, the system directly hired me?!!"

"Is this considered... a free ability?"

Suddenly, Kira Yoshimitsu's consciousness followed the system upwards in the void and began to trace back to the source.

[Advent Individual (Carl)]: No ability

[Advent Individual (Carl Individual Derivative)] Ability: Flesh and Blood Distortion (Energy Reserve) lv1
"What is this? An extra ability slot?"

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In the dark room, Carl lay trembling on the shabby bed, his body curled up, and he kept stroking his right arm and shoulder with his hand.

There was a bulge on the palm of his hand, and the blood vessels were clearly visible.

In just one night, the bulge grew to the size of his head, so he had to use this method to barely fix it.

[I hope my father can come back soon so that the food doesn’t need to be reheated. Otherwise, I really can’t hold on today…]

"what!!!!"

A sharp pain swept through Carl's body, and he felt that all his senses except the pain had disappeared.

Recalling the scene in the church during the day, his eyes revealed unbearable pain.

“Lord, please forgive me…Ah!!!”

Intense pain flooded into Carl's mind like a tide, making his expression dull, and then he collapsed on the bed like a puddle of mud.

"Oh God……"

……

"Where am I? Have I gone to hell?"

Carl opened his eyes in a daze, but what he saw was a white cloud, as if he was in the sky.

"Does someone like me have the right to go to heaven?"

Suddenly, Carl seemed to realize something and looked up, only to see a figure gradually emerging in the dazzling light.

Then a ball of light appeared in the figure's hand, slowly floating down, and finally merged into his shoulder...

At the same time, a vague voice kept echoing in his mind, like a radio station with poor signal.

[Karl... eventually... he must...]

……

The sunlight shone through the window, softly onto Carl's face, awakening his consciousness.

He suddenly remembered something and quickly reached for his right shoulder, but it was as calm as before, without any abnormality.

"Am I dreaming?"

Carl wondered to himself.

Then he turned his gaze to his shoulder and a star-shaped birthmark came into view.

“This is not a dream!!”

Ding dong.

Suddenly, the doorbell in the living room rang, which startled Karl slightly.

He dressed quickly and headed for the door.

"Hello... Bishop Raul?!"

When the door slowly opened, Carl was stunned for a moment.

Standing outside the door was Bishop Raul, whom he met in the church last night.

Thinking of what the other party said last night about investigating, Karl couldn't help but become a little flustered.

"Bishop Raul, yesterday..."

He opened his mouth to explain, but was interrupted by a voice.

"This child is the Chosen One, Archbishop Anthony!"

Bishop Raul stepped aside, and an old man in a red robe came over and looked at him kindly.

Carl looked in the direction of the voice and saw the visitor's iconic attire, feeling an inexplicable awe in his heart.

"you are……"

"Child, are you willing to accept the church's funding and go to the seminary to study?"

(End of this chapter)