American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

A line of long-lost golden characters appeared before Xiu En's eyes.

Side Mission Completion: Sheltering Seedlings (Gotham West)

[Settlement Evaluation: Excellent. You used money to lure them and words to persuade them; although your methods were mercenary, your intentions were good, and the results were remarkable. More than twenty orphans have all found stable housing, avoiding homelessness or being brutally killed by gangsters.]

[System Reward: Max HP +30 days.]

"call……"

Xiu En felt as if the heavy stone that had been pressing on his chest had finally been moved away a little bit.

He coughed a few more times, as was his habit.

Immediately afterwards, the panel did not disappear, but flashed with golden light, and the system font that usually pretended to be dead changed back to the font that Xiu En recognized.

[The system has been upgraded as the target number of people helped has been reached.]

[“Sincere Heart” detected. Believer Joestar (001) has awakened.]

[Faith module unlocked. Current Faith Points: 100 (initial value of Fanaticism).]

[Note: Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. The spirit of offering incense can be used to strengthen oneself, and it can also be given back to believers, assisting them in protecting the Dharma, spreading the word, and carrying out acts of self-renewal.]

"What the hell??"

Shuen's lips twitched, and he subconsciously looked toward Joestar, who was diligently helping the orphans carry a worn-out sofa.

Upon seeing this, Xiu En's eyelids twitched violently.

In his field of vision, Joestar, the thug who was originally as thin as a bamboo pole, was now surrounded by an extremely thin but real layer of pale golden energy.

And what's even more outrageous is that behind this guy, the mass of air is slowly condensing into a blurry humanoid phantom.

The phantom was two heads taller than Joestar himself, with a robust and imposing silhouette, and although its face was exactly the same as Joestar's.

But their temperaments are completely different.

It exudes a certain imposing, unyielding majesty, like... well, like the guardian deities Shen Tu and Yu Lei in traditional Chinese New Year paintings, or a spiritual stand-in from a shonen manga.

"Gulp."

Joestar seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up, meeting Shuen's gaze.

In that instant, Joestar almost dropped the broken sofa in his hands.

In his eyes, the "angel" standing on the street corner was now facing away from the dark clouds.

He wasn't just radiating light; those rays were intertwining behind him to form a magnificent canopy that was too large for the naked eye to look at, majestic and imposing, filled with a divinity that made one want to kneel down and worship.

He could feel a strange power within his body responding to this divinity.

The illusory figure behind him, invisible to ordinary people, seemed to solidify slightly with his heartbeat at that moment.

An indescribable connection bound him and Xiu En together.

"god……"

Joestar's lips trembled, and tears streamed down his face without warning, mingling with the dust on his face and making him look both comical and pathetic.

Xiu En: ...

Oh no, this is a huge misunderstanding.

Shuen didn't say much. He quickly composed himself and, with those golden eyes, nodded very slowly at Joestar. Then, he put his index finger, which was hidden by his trench coat, to his lips as a shushing gesture.

Lie.

Miracles are beyond words.

The phantom behind it even bent down slightly, as if paying homage to the master.

Joestar seemed to have drunk the legendary magic water, his whole body instantly filled with power, and he lifted the three-seater leather sofa.

He ran towards Ivy's truck with incredible speed, so fast that Jerami, who was standing next to him, was stunned.

"Did he take performance-enhancing drugs?"

Ivy frowned as she glanced at Joestar, who seemed to have an engine installed in his body, and then at Shuen, who was posing over there.

"And you, are your eyes twitching? What are you doing, making those faces?"

In her field of vision, apart from the terrible weather and the garbage that hadn't been cleaned up yet, there was no such thing as a substitute or holy light.

"It's nothing."

Xiu En lowered his hand with a serious expression and glanced at his newly unlocked panel.

"It was just to recognize the outstanding contributions of the employees, so we gave them a small honorary bonus."

He didn't tell Ivy that just now, he had lightly clicked on the option in the system that said "Jostar Divine Grace Enhancement".

"interesting……"

Shuen watched as Joestar in the distance even lifted an old refrigerator with one hand, and couldn't help but sigh.

"I'm not sure if this thing can be driven on the road."

Xiu En sat in the passenger seat of the heavy truck that the orphans had pieced together from some junkyard, bouncing around like a bouncing doll with the engine's roar that was comparable to a tractor.

"Shut up and let me drive properly."

Pamela Ivy sat in the driver's seat, one hand gripping the nearly broken steering wheel, the other toying with the light-energy plant that Shuen had just conjured up for her through magic.

The orphans' off-key singing came from the back of the bus, mixed with the crisp sounds of pots and pans clattering, giving this nearly scrapped steel behemoth the air of a school bus on a spring outing.

"We're like a bunch of viruses trying to spread chaos to the uptown."

Xiu En rolled down the car window and took a deep breath of the air, which smelled of rain and exhaust fumes—the smell of freedom and the promise of being fed soon.

"Bruce will absolutely love us. Really."

Ivy felt that Hugh had started to let loose a bit ever since he met Bruce.

Behind the car, however, lay a completely different scene.

Jeremy hugged his knees, huddled next to the refrigerator, which was twice his size, but his eyes kept darting to the buzz-cut guy who had just lifted a truck tire with one hand.

Joestar remained in that strange state of excitement. Even though he no longer needed to move things, his muscles bulged slightly as if they were inflated, and his eyes were fixed on the golden back of Shuen's head seen through the small window in front of him.

Hey buddy.

Jeremy finally couldn't resist and crept over like a thief, glancing warily at the group of snotty little brats around him who were just grinning like idiots.

"Good stuff?"

He lightly touched Joestar's granite-like arm with his shoulder, his fingers making a suggestive gesture of rubbing powder.

"I saw it just now. That heavy sofa, and you just swished away... You absolutely couldn't do that without top-of-the-line equipment. Those little blue pills that used to be sold in the East District had the same effect, but they were things that pushed you to your limits."

Jeremy lowered his voice.

"I just want to know, do you have any more? I can trade you information. Like, alligators from the sewers, you'd definitely be interested."

Joestar slowly withdrew his fanatical gaze and looked down at the little rascal who wasn't even as tall as his waist.

In the past, he would most likely have slapped the kid who was eyeing his good stuff away.

But now, things are different.

He was a warrior chosen by God.

The Lord said, "Be reserved and profound."

"Medicines for mortals can only numb your nerves and corrode your flesh and blood."

Joestar suddenly revealed a creepy smile that sent chills down Jerami's spine.

He pointed ahead in the direction emitting a faint golden light, his tone as devout as if he had just returned from studying in the Vatican.

"That's not medicine. It's a breath of faith, a breath so pure it's enough to ignite the soul."

"Huh?"

Jeremy froze, instinctively wanting to back away, only to find himself unknowingly surrounded by several curious little kids who had gathered around.

"Do you want it?"

Joestar stretched out his strong hand and gently placed it on Jerami's head.

"As long as you give everything, the Lord will respond to you. Of course, I mean absolute and unconditional loyalty."