Exorcist in America

"Allocating points flexibly based on the situation is always the best choice."

York glanced subconsciously at his all-around physique, the lowest of his stats, and added twenty points to his nearly 400 life points. It wasn't that he didn't want to enhance his all-around physique, but given the current circumstances, it seemed wise to cherish these hard-earned attribute points.

The prompt tone in his ear immediately confirmed the addition.

［Points successfully added］

［Life: 381 increased to 401］

After breaking the four hundred mark in life, York felt a mix of chaos and order as every sense and internal organ underwent massive changes simultaneously.

Suddenly, his field of vision and visual acuity extended beyond human-made telescopes and even microscopes.

In an instant, with his current vision, he could see islands thousands of miles away, including the ongoing eruption of the sun and everything around it.

More astonishingly, he could now observe events smaller than atoms.

York rubbed his eyes in disbelief, amazed by the profound changes his life points brought about. His eyes were no longer human. It wasn't hard to imagine that the surface of his eyes was now tougher than steel.

York ceased rubbing his eyes and instinctively began to control what he wanted to see with incredible smoothness, as if his eyes were meant to function this way.

Although his current eyes were indeed his own, just evolved, the seamless and natural feel of their function was extraordinary.

He had thought it would take time to adjust to his new vision.

"This is good!"

Quickly adapting to the change in vision, York then proceeded to check for other anomalies in his body, sorting through the confusing sensations he felt.

"Hearing!"

The second anomaly he found was his hearing.

Typically, human hearing ranges from 20 Hz to 20,000 Hz, but he had already surpassed these limits. Although he had previously transcended them and could hear as desired with a stereoscopic map, the change in hearing this time was more intense.

He no longer needed the stereoscopic map's help to hear sounds beyond human capability.

"This seems to be infrasound and ultrasound."

York took a deep breath, instinctively extending his sense from his eyes to his ears, gently massaging them.

After educating himself extensively in physics, he could roughly distinguish the types of these dense, fine sounds, feeling as if the sound waves were being absorbed into him in wave form.

"My cochlea has likely evolved like other organs inside me, becoming an anomalous substance, denser than human cochleae or something beyond human cochleae."

York analyzed non-stop and began trying to master his superhuman hearing.

These sound waves entering his ears were initially overwhelming, like a human suddenly exposed to loud noise.

Fortunately, he had experienced this transformation before and had learned to analyze or instinctively block out unnecessary sounds with the help of the stereoscopic map. This time, he quickly mastered his hearing, differentiating each sound and instinctively blocking out noise, filtering only the relevant sounds.

This helped effectively eliminate interference between sound waves, allowing him to selectively listen.

Like now, the voices of the human race below discussing him and Alesha were considered relevant sounds.

But these discussions were no longer his focus.

"Fortunately, I have experience, or else it would really feel chaotic or I wouldn't know how to control it. After all, hearing is passive; it absorbs everything, there's no escaping it."

York muttered to himself, having resolved the second anomaly in his body.

Next was the physical mutation, a sensation like goosebumps that persisted, prompting him to look at the skin on his exposed arms while dealing with his vision and hearing.

"Interesting."

With his now microscope-level vision, he quickly saw what had changed in his skin.

The cytoplasm in the epithelial cells of mammals is semi-fluid, which absorbs external impact to a limited extent.

But to his eyes, the cytoplasm in his epithelial cells had undergone a significant change, no longer semi-fluid but more like a very unfamiliar fluid, which reminded him of a non-Newtonian fluid.

Acting on instinct, York clenched his fist, and the next second, every cell in his view fused together, giving him a sensation of steel.

"It seems my body's inherent defense has become stronger than before. If I were to fight Triangle Head now, he probably couldn't even break through my epidermal defense."

York watched the continuously flowing cells on his arm, experiencing their movement, reminiscing about his fights with Triangle Head.

"I wonder how my regenerative ability has changed. The changes in the cells must be related to regeneration."

York exhaled lightly, astounded by the effects and buffs after his life value broke four hundred.

At that moment, he finally understood the feeling of absorbing the blood of Jesus.

"No wonder then, with just over two thousand points, I felt invincible, capable of doing anything. Values don't represent everything."

York looked at the

 values on his personal panel.

"What's important is the changes brought about by the enhancements. It's truly astonishing. I wonder what new worlds I'll see when I reach thousands of points."

Particle state.

After familiarizing himself with most of the changes, York transformed into his particle state—that is, his body, including everything, became part of the particle world.

This change, which Alesha was enjoying watching the fireball, made her look up.

"Uncle York?"

Alesha instinctively sensed danger, feeling that the current York was very dangerous, as if he could obliterate her with a mere gesture.

"Alesha, Uncle is going to conduct an experiment. Wait here for me."

"Okay, Uncle York."

York reassured Alesha and smiled. After she nodded blankly, he looked ahead.

Everything in his view was dense with microscopic particles that made up his world.

"Interesting. After the enhancement, the pressure isn't so great, it's just a bit difficult to control."

York experienced the information flow continuously entering his mind, slightly lifting his head.

The particles in his eyes weren't something he could control just because he wanted to, as the pressure they brought wasn't something his current body could withstand.

If he exceeded the limits, the particles he wanted to control would remain immobile, and he would be crushed by their accompanying pressure, disintegrating into particles.

For example, trying to turn the world upside down would cause him to break first.

Or trying to disintegrate Alesha would cause him to break first.

Of course, manipulating the humans below was still easy, separating and disassembling their constituent particles was all he could do.

That was York's current feeling.

"I won't do such dangerous operations, but what I can be sure of now is—"

York's eyes filled with different colored crystals. Suddenly, under Alesha's astonished gaze, he disappeared, reappearing a kilometer away almost instantly, as if teleporting.

Alesha, standing in place, tilted her head, her large eyes filled with confusion, not quite understanding how York had managed it.

She could only achieve such feats in her home realm, the Interface World. In reality, she would need to release much more power to instantly encompass an area into the Interface World to achieve this, which was possible but unnecessary. Moreover, she definitely couldn't do it as effortlessly as York, who had teleported a kilometer away in a blink.

At that moment, Alesha's figure in her thoughts had already vanished.

"Uncle York doesn't take me along!"

She mumbled dejectedly, looking at the brilliant fireball before her, no longer with the same appreciation.

"Sigh!"

Alesha sat cross-legged in the air, her hand propping up her chin, looking in the direction where York had disappeared.

York was unaware of Alesha's emotional changes; he was just looking at the wormhole only he could see, his lips curling up.

"Mastering physics really does take you anywhere," he mused.

Indeed, the experiment he wanted to conduct involved the wormhole before him, made possible only after a fundamental change in his vision.

He only needed to control the particles in his eyes to the extent necessary to create wormholes, which allowed him to shuttle without pressure, maintaining the ability to travel numerous times.

And once inside a wormhole, he could ignore the constraints of physical distance and easily reach his desired location.

This was why he could move a kilometer instantly.

All thanks to the wormhole he had created with his telekinesis and consciousness.

A single pass through it could span kilometers, hundreds of kilometers, or even thousands, reaching his destination.

"How interesting!"

York continued to shuttle through the wormholes, observing the rapidly changing scenes, thinking to himself.

"Good thing I learned Special Relativity and Quantum Field Theory, otherwise I couldn't achieve this extent. This method of repeatedly shuttling through spatial structures indeed requires a vast amount of knowledge."

York watched the wormholes appearing before him, continuously burying his head and shuttling through, carefully feeling and understanding the sensation of moving through wormholes.

The wormholes, a product of his knowledge involving quantum particles and his telekinesis and non-human reaction speeds, allowed for rapid reaction. Fast reaction times enabled him to create a second wormhole upon reaching a destination and maintain continuous, full-speed movement.

In other words, his reaction speed was crucial throughout the shuttling process because, with the ability to interfere with quantum and quantum wormhole channels, the upper limit of his movement speed became dependent on his reaction speed.

Thus, reaction speed matched his movement speed.

"This isn't even the limit of my reaction speed; I start moving before I even think about it," York mused seriously.

"I must generate another wormhole at the destination as I shuttle through the first one, and compress the time it takes to create a wormhole to nanoseconds."

York said and did.

Under these conditions, the

 frequency of wormholes appearing before him increased rapidly, meaning York's movement speed also accelerated.

Finally, in an instant, he traversed tens of thousands of kilometers to arrive in front of the giant fireball.

The intense heat reached him but didn't affect York.

The fireball before him was the result of nuclear warheads exploding simultaneously, with temperatures reaching tens of millions of degrees, enough to melt steel, stone, and even humans.

Looking down, the otherworldly beings and their aircraft carrier fleet had vanished without a trace.

"I'll also test my regenerative abilities."

York looked at the still-persisting fireball and stepped right into it.

In an instant, the temperature from the fireball caused his epidermis to carbonize, but as York looked, it instantly regenerated.

"My regenerative abilities have evolved to this extent too; previously, it would have burned to the subcutaneous tissue."

York stood at the center of the fireball, using telekinesis to protect his clothes from melting and looked at his exposed arm, satisfied.

After all, he had traversed worlds to value his life more in this lifetime, hence the daily enchantments, creating a massive arsenal of enchanted weapons, and learning the core essentials of other nations.

"This has been a huge gain. I still have 354 attribute points left to use."

York's lips curved up, creating a wormhole before him, shuttling through it, and disappearing from the center of the fireball in less than half a second.

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"Where did Uncle York go?"

Alesha sat cross-legged in the air, her right hand supporting her chin, feeling somewhat bored.

"Uncle York isn't here, and I'm so bored!"

York had only been gone a short while, but she felt the world had become boring, with no desire to do anything or enjoy any scenery.

This was the first time she and York had been separated for so long.

But then, her eyes lit up, and she looked up.

Unbeknownst to her, Uncle York had already appeared beside her.

"Uncle York!"

Alesha exclaimed happily, quickly standing up. Although it seemed York had only been gone for five seconds, it felt like five years to her, making each second drag on endlessly.

York, having circled the Earth, could sense Alesha's surprise and happiness. He gently placed his hand on her head and smiled warmly.

"Let's go home, Alesha."

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