I searched and fought in America.

Rosen leaned against the bed in the shelter, looking at the system panel in front of him.

The series of prompts had left him a little overwhelmed, but now he could finally calm down and properly study these new features.

He first clicked on the feature that had piqued his curiosity for a long time—the [Talent Function].

The interface redirects.

A giant turntable appeared before him.

The turntable was much larger than he had imagined, almost taking up half of his field of vision. It was densely divided into countless sectors, each labeled with the name of a different talent.

"Is this... a lottery?"

Rosen was stunned. He thought talent points were for adding points, like a talent tree, but he didn't expect them to be for drawing cards.

He looked closely at the contents of the turntable.

Then his mouth started twitching.

[Intermediate Talent (Heterosexual? Homosexual?)]: Although I am biologically male, I psychologically consider myself female. However, because I am a homosexual, I like women.

Rosen: "..."

He continued reading.

[Advanced Talent (Blue-Blooded Noble)]: I am a noble Harris Jew, how dare you disrespect me? Are you trying to be anti-Semitic?

Rosen remained silent for three seconds.

Then he rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

He looked down again.

[Basic Talent (Vegetarian's Wrath)]: I am a staunch vegetarian, and anyone who eats meat in front of me is offended and I have the right to morally condemn you.

[Intermediate Talent (Environmental Warrior)]: The Earth is crying, and you're still using plastic straws? I will judge you on behalf of the Earth.

[Advanced Talent (Transgender, Colored, Disabled Woman)]: Are you sure you want to debate with me? I have at least five buffs, what makes you think you can win?

Rosen stared at these talents, speechless for a long time.

What are all these things?

But soon, his eyes changed.

What started as absurdity turned into thoughtful reflection.

It's 2023 now.

It was an era dominated by the "white left".

It is an era of political correctness.

It was an era where as long as you had the right identity, you could be invincible.

These talents would have been a joke ten years ago.

But today, they are invincible talismans, and can be used to arbitrarily label others.

Rosen's lips slowly curled into a smile.

nice one.

This is really good stuff.

While some of these ideas are indeed ridiculously abstract, the more abstract they are, the more useful they can be in certain situations.

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at a line of small print below the turntable.

[Currently available talent points: 1]

[Start the prize draw?]

Without hesitation, Rosen clicked "Yes".

The turntable begins to rotate.

Those colorful sectors flashed by so fast that the words on them were completely illegible.

A few seconds later, the turntable slowly slowed down.

One square, two squares, three squares...

Finally, the pointer stopped on a sector.

【Ding! 】

Congratulations on acquiring the intermediate talent: No one can discriminate against you.

Rosen raised an eyebrow and clicked on the details.

[Intermediate Talent (No one can discriminate against it)]

[Effect: Your bloodline is extremely complex - 15% Black, 25% White, 15% Latino, and 45% Chinese.]

Discriminatory remarks targeting a single ethnic group will not work against you. Furthermore, you can retaliate against anyone who makes racist remarks by stating, "You are discriminating against my XX bloodline."

[Note: If someone wants to engage in racial discrimination, you can ask them to first figure out which part of you they want to discriminate against.]

After reading it, Rosen paused for a second.

Then he laughed.

There was a hint of amusement in that smile.

This talent—

It was totally worth it.

In a country where racial issues are as sensitive as a powder keg, this talent is practically a get-out-of-jail-free card.

Who dares to discriminate against him? He has countless bloodlines waiting for the other party to choose from.

What's most amazing is that this talent doesn't make him discriminate against others, but rather makes him "immune to discrimination" and "counter discrimination."

Stand on the moral high ground.

It's still that kind of high ground that makes you not know where to start.

Rosen happily put away his talent.

Although he didn't need this for the time being, he had a feeling that sooner or later, this talent would come in very handy.

He closed the talent interface, took a deep breath, and looked at the next function.

This is the main event of today.

[Church Authority]

He clicked on it.

A brand new panel unfolded before him.

The interface was much more solemn than the talent interface, with a deep dark gold background, intricate patterns on the edges, and a blank frame in the center, waiting to be filled in.

At the very top is a line of text:

Welcome to create your church!

Rosen's finger hovered over the panel, remaining silent for a few seconds.

church.

He really intends to establish his own church in America, a religious country.

He took a deep breath and began to fill out the form.

First item: [Church Name]

Rosen thought for a moment, typed a few words, then deleted them, typed them again, and deleted them again.

Finally, he made the decision—

Iron Claw Sanctuary

Simple, direct, and in line with the Iron Claw Gang.

Second item: [The Pope]

This field is automatically filled.

Lawson

Third item: [Archbishop]

blank.

Rosen thought about it and decided not to fill it in for the time being.

This person needs to be chosen carefully; not just anyone can be chosen.

Fourth item: [Doctrine]

blank.

Rosen stared at the blank space and remained silent for a long time.

doctrine.

This is the soul of a church.

He recalled the Iron Claw Manual left by Father Kevin, with its heretical ideas about "not enduring suffering" and "finding the evil source that creates suffering and eliminating it."

He remembered what he had said in the sewer.

He slowly typed:

[Iron Claw Church Doctrine (Draft)]

[I. God exists, but God will not save those who do not save themselves.]

II. Suffering is not a test; suffering is evidence of the oppressor's crimes.

Third, protecting the vulnerable is not about pity, but a responsibility.

[IV. In this unjust world, we are each other's protectors.]

Fifth, the Pope is God's agent on earth and the supreme leader of the Iron Claw Church.

He stopped and looked at the five lines.

It's a bit rough.

It's a bit too straightforward.

But he felt that was enough; these things were more understandable than those ornate and empty prayers.

Fifth item: [Church hierarchy]

【Small church】

(Promotion requirements: 500 followers and influence covering at least three communities)

Item 6: [Church Emblem]

blank.

Rosen thought for a moment and decided to use the Iron Claws' original sect emblem, since it was already quite good.

Item 7: [Believers]

This item is calculated automatically.

[Fanatical Followers: 21]

[Devoted believers: 11 people]

[General believer: 1 person]

Rosen looked at the number and silently did some calculations in his mind.

The 21 fanatics, the 13 survivors, plus Caesar, Wang Ling, Gabak, and the original core members of the Iron Claw Gang, make up roughly this number.

The 11 devout believers are likely other members of the Iron Claw gang, as well as some others who may have been affected by this incident.

One general believer.

Rosen paused for a moment.

Who?

He clicked on the details and saw that name.

CapitaLand

Rosen: "..."

He remained silent for three seconds.

Then he laughed.

That old soldier who cursed all day long and never believed in God was actually identified by the system as a "general believer".

Although I am the lowest level of believer, at least I am considered a believer.

Rosen shook his head and didn't pursue the matter further.

Item 8: [Church Assets]

Iron Claw Recycling Co., Ltd.

[Impact: Individual Community]

Item Nine: [Sacred Relics]

Throne of Gods (Activated)

Grade: Beginner

[Effect: Can bless any person in the church, randomly increasing their attribute by 1 point (Cooldown: 15 days)]

[Promotion Requirements: When the number of followers exceeds 500, evolve to intermediate level and unlock a new ability - Talent Grant]

[Note: Relics are central to the church, their creation is highly accidental, and they are often associated with fanatics.]

Rosen stared at the Throne of Gods, lost in thought.

He remembered that underground transit station.

I remember standing in the center, enveloped by a purple light shield.

Perhaps this sacred object was born at that very moment.

Rosen remained silent for a long time.

Then he reached out and gently tapped the air.

[Activate the Throne of Gods?]

【Yes】

next second.

A faint golden light emerged from the void, enveloping him, and a pure white throne with gold patterns slowly materialized before him.

Majestic and sacred!