1: Mating level 4 (Please continue reading)

2003, New York, America.

Inside an amateur exorcism shop on Iron Cross Street, where many Christians gathered.

Drip, drip...

It sounded like water droplets falling from a height onto the floor.

Then, a strange red light flashed through the room, and Locke Galahad's corpse, which had been slumped over the table in a bizarre death pose, actually straightened up.

The sound from just a moment ago wasn't a leaking roof, but blood flowing from his body.

Locke Galahad looked down at his blood-stained palms, feeling somewhat dazed.

"Am I Li Mingye, or am I Locke Galahad..."

As a flood of memories poured in, he gradually understood everything.

That's right, just like in many movies and TV shows, he had transmigrated without anyone noticing.

He had never imagined that,

having just finished the zombie game Left 4 Dead in a Bilibili livestream with only one viewer, he would wake up on the other side of the ocean in America.

He was originally a fanatical enthusiast of horror movies and games, dreaming of becoming a freelance horror game streamer,

yet he didn't know how he had ended up transmigrating into the body of this fake exorcist who had perhaps just been "suicided."

As a believer, Locke Galahad had actually abandoned the Lord's teachings and taken his own life with a cross inside his exorcism studio.

Even if he wasn't religious, he knew that,

logically, a person who believed in the Lord would never choose to die in such a manner.

As the saying goes: Free America, gunfights every day.

Many people seeking death would rather call the police and be stopped by law enforcement with "American-style iaido" than go to the extreme of slitting their own throats.

That's the rule.

Because the souls of those who commit suicide cannot go to Heaven, but must go to Hell.

This matter is also recorded in the famous exorcism movie Constantine.

In his memories, the previous owner's expression was dull when embracing death, unlike a normal person.

But after Locke Galahad carefully recalled the scene from the perspective of an observer, he discovered that there was no one else besides himself.

Therefore, if there were no other supernatural factors or invisible creatures involved, it could only be concluded as suicide.

"I hope you didn't die because you encountered something inexplicable; it must be that you couldn't get over something yourself."

Locke Galahad couldn't help but console himself in his heart.

Liking the supernatural didn't mean he wanted to encounter it.

He didn't want to get involved with anything unclean right after transmigrating and then die for no apparent reason.

But the cryptic whispering lingering in his ears was constantly stimulating his nerves.

In his view, the previous owner was muttering something before dying, the voice hoarse and low, like the sound from an old radio, making one's hair stand on end.

"Everyone will die, and so will I... but only you will die, while I will be resurrected from death..."

"I... betray the Lord, I... kill the Lord, I... become the Lord..."

Locke Galahad felt like he was watching a live broadcast of a ritual for an evil god; this didn't look like something a person with normal SAN value would do.

An exorcist, a neck sliced open by a cross, blood gushing out...

These things combined made for a truly bizarre scene.

It was fortunate that he had loved watching horror movies and playing various horror games since he was a child, so his psychological endurance was relatively strong.

Plus, being a steadfast materialist, he was relatively calm.

"Could this be the reason I was chosen to transmigrate here?"

He grasped the point in his mind and couldn't help but retort: "But I just wanted to be a streamer in peace and happily play my horror games."

Just then, a square game panel appeared before his eyes.

Locke Galahad waved his hand, confirming it wasn't a hallucination caused by playing too many games or the mental shock of transmigrating.

"So... this is my cheat code!"

Suppressing his excitement, as a gaming expert, he wasn't impatient but began to habitually examine the panel.

[Anti-Terrorism Termination System 1.0]

Host: Locke Galahad

[Personal Attributes]

Spirit: 5 (Human average 10)

Strength: 11 (Human average 10)

Speed: 12 (Human average 10)

Constitution: 13 (Human average 10)

[Special Status]

death shadow

[Skills]

Combat Mastery: revolver shooting lv4 (Expert), Mixed Martial Arts lv3 (Proficient), Car Driving lv2 (Skilled), Holy Prayer lv1 (Beginner)...

Knowledge: Mathematics lv3 (Proficient), Sociology lv3 (Proficient), Psychology lv3 (Proficient), Theology lv2 (Skilled), Chinese, English, French lv2 (Skilled)...

Life: Mating lv4 (Expert), Chinese Cuisine lv2 (Skilled), Furniture Repair lv2 (Skilled), Persuasion lv2 (Skilled)... (Expandable)

Attribute Points: 0

Skill Points: 0

[Items]: revolver XVR4, Household Repair Kit...

There were so many absurd points that he didn't know where to start complaining.

For instance, why would a previous owner who was an exorcist have an expert-level Mating skill, and even furniture repair was higher level than his actual job's prayer, but what concerned him most was the name of the panel.

"Anti-Terrorism Termination System?"

After reading it, Locke Galahad touched his chin and subconsciously began to analyze, "Does this want me to fight terrorists?"

Could it have been sent by mistake? I don't even play CS.

Just as he was questioning the accuracy of the divine cheat code being issued, the system sounded again.

Ding-dong!

[Temporary Challenge Mission Activated]: Please survive, do not let anyone discover your abnormality.

Mission Difficulty: Unknown

Settlement Reward: ★★★★★

Mission Description: This mission is settled periodically based on time; the longer you live, the richer the rewards. Please do everything possible to survive.

F*ck, no, no...

Why does this mission look so scary? What is a challenge mission, and what does it mean to do everything possible to survive?

Aren't I living just fine right now?

Could it be that the previous owner really died at the hands of cultists? That would make sense.

After all, if that were the case, if the other party discovered that he, who should have been dead, was still alive, they would definitely come to cause him trouble again.

Looking at the unusual mission name and description, he felt a sense of dread.

He just liked playing games, but he wasn't stupid. His current situation was that the enemy was in the dark, and he was in the light. If he took one wrong step, he would probably end up like his predecessor and go meet God.

Or maybe he would fare even worse;

perhaps he might even see the evil god being worshipped.

Just as he was racking his brain on how to break the deadlock, the shop's doorbell was suddenly pressed.

Ding-ding-dang-dang, very jarring.

This immediately made him raise his alertness to the maximum.

It wasn't that no one could visit,

but it was now the middle of the night, pitch black outside. Even if a normal person were to come to commission an exorcism, they wouldn't come at this hour.

Those who come at this time are either illegal intruders or people with mental problems.

Although he was in America, Locke Galahad felt the former was more likely.

"Is this because they discovered something abnormal and came to check if I am completely dead?"

Although the start was unfavorable, he had no intention of surrendering, because the instinct to survive is human nature.

Locke Galahad hurriedly grabbed the revolver on the table, ready to perish together with the cultist.

With his right index finger on the trigger and his elbow pressed against his ribs, he, despite touching a firearm for the first time, struck a very standard shooting pose.

He didn't have time to think about this; at this moment, all his attention was focused on the guy outside the door.

Why say "guy"?

Because after awakening the system, he couldn't determine if the visitor was a human or a cultist.

As long as the guy outside the door made any move against him, he would pull the trigger without hesitation.

Even if he would rather kill the wrong person, he would never risk putting himself in danger.

He had only one belief in his heart:

"Everyone else can die, but it absolutely cannot be me!"