A priest in North America, what the hell is the Demon Gate system?

The boy was still wearing the same clothes: Nike shoes, shirt, and vest. The only difference was that the Marisa image on his backpack was missing.

His entire demeanor had changed. The timid, hunched-over loser feeling he once had was gone. Now he stood straight, chin slightly raised, his eyes calm as still water.

What's astonishing is that those eyes, which were originally blue-gray, have now turned into a bright red, just like Fenneus's.

"Allen? Is that you, kid?!" Mark called out tentatively.

Allen turned to him and nodded, a polite gesture that seemed somewhat condescending.

"Hello, Mark." His voice was steady, without the stuttering he had before.

"I'm glad to see you're safe and sound. However, please note that there were three mistakes in your side-stepping motion when you dodged: First, you shifted your weight back too early. Second, your left hand was not positioned correctly for support. Third, you didn't protect the back of your neck when you landed and rolled, which could have resulted in a wrist contusion or a minor cervical sprain."

Mark stood there, mouth agape, completely stunned. Josh and Roddy were equally bewildered.

"Are you... are you alright, Allen?" Josh's voice sounded frightened.

"I'm fine, Josh," Allen said, turning to him.

"In fact, I've never been better. Lord Ferné has bestowed upon me true wisdom! My IQ, according to preliminary calculations, has risen to between 280 and 300, and it continues to increase with the infusion of knowledge! Or perhaps we could discuss the application prospects of quantum entanglement in long-distance communication?"

"Where's your Marisa keychain?!" Mark suddenly asked, and Josh and Roddy immediately turned to look at him. "Hey! Mark, how do you know that character's name?"

"I..." Mark blushed and was about to argue when Allen spoke up: "What was that? A decoration symbolizing stupidity. I no longer needed it, so I cast it away with the water."

"In order to build Lord Ferné's legion, and to bring truth and philosophy to this world, I hope that you can put aside all past disputes and prejudices, submit to Lord Ferné's command, and sever all ties with past confusion."

"..." Li Ang's expression was somewhat speechless.

Good grief, so you've cut ties with the East directly, huh? Is the next step to expel them from both countries?

Furneus walked over to Allen, put a hand on his shoulder, and looked satisfied, as if he were showing off a perfectly completed work of art.

"Hehehe~ As you can see, this child has converted to the truth~ He is no longer an ignorant mortal, but has gained the qualification to glimpse the true face of the world~" She looked at Li Ang, lightly touched her red lips with her fingertips, and her eyes curved into a crescent moon.

"So, Father, what is your choice?"

Li Ang didn't answer, but suddenly laughed: "Lord Fernéus, I must say, your conversion process looks a bit like a pyramid scheme."

"First, you fool someone until they're completely incapacitated, then you get them to fool even more people. Next, shouldn't you be recruiting a downline? How much cashback do you get for each person you bring in?"

The smile on Fennes's face vanished, replaced by a cold expression.

"Mortal, you are blaspheming the truth."

"No, no, no, I'm refuting you with the truth." Li Ang shrugged, smiled, and looked relaxed.

"You say you're giving him wisdom, but I see this child can't even name his favorite character. Does that deserve to be called wisdom?"

Li Ang pointed to his head: "True wisdom is here, it's something you figure out yourself, not something someone else put in your head. Don't be a bookworm here."

Allen remained silent, standing still. Li Ang raised his hand, a Blood Fiend Finger already formed, a red light flashing in his eyes, and said calmly:

"So, is it possible to restore this child to his original state? His parents are waiting for him to come home and do his homework."

Fennes was silent for two seconds, then sighed.

"It seems that words can no longer help you understand the truth, so we have to use a more direct approach."

In an instant, several tentacles shot out from under her skirt!

Seven or eight tentacles attacked simultaneously, blocking all of Li Ang's escape routes from different angles, moving so fast that they left afterimages in the air!

[Ding! Emergency sect mission triggered: Expel the demon cultivator]

[An unidentified demonic cultivator has been detected forcing the stronghold's personnel to convert, a major provocation against the stronghold.]

[Mission Requirements: Defeat or drive out the target and rescue the misled followers]

[Target Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Level 1]

[Task Reward: 50 Contribution Points, One Low-Tier Spell of Your Choice]

The moment the system notification sounded in his mind, Li Ang almost burst out laughing, a laugh born of irritation.

Qi Refining Level 1?

That's it?!

Li Ang had initially thought he was in for a tough fight and had even planned an escape route. If all else failed, he would use the TNT in his ring to blow up the place and take the people out in the chaos. But it turned out that the opponent was just a novice Karami.

"Good, good, good! It's time for a thoroughly enjoyable, thrilling, suspenseful, and arduous battle of crushing noobs!" Li Ang grinned, which made Fernéus feel a little horrified.

While I was thinking, the tentacles were already piercing my face!

Li Ang neither dodged nor evaded. With a thought, the magical power within his dantian surged, mixed with a wisp of divine consciousness that separated out, and his external avatar instantly condensed outside his body.

"Jesus, God of War—!! Come out!!"

White light flashed and intertwined, and a humanoid figure with a bluish-white halo appeared out of thin air in front of Li Ang.

He had deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, long, flowing hair that fluttered in the wind, a blood-stained crown of thorns on his head, and clear nail marks on his hands and feet.

His compassionate face seemed to slow down time itself.

The tentacles that were stabbing towards him stopped abruptly in mid-air, less than half a meter away from his avatar, but dared not advance even an inch further, and trembled slightly.

The composure and elegance on Fennes' face crumbled instantly.

Her eyes widened, her bright red pupils shrinking to a point as she stared intently at the clone, her lips trembling and her teeth chattering.

"This...this is..." Fenneus's voice trembled.

Her gaze was fixed on the face of her avatar, repeatedly confirming the expression that blended pain and compassion.

Then, she let out a scream that was almost piercing:

"Caw—!! Son of Jehovah!!! Why...why!!"

Li Ang emerged from his avatar, hands behind his back, and slowly walked out, his leather shoes making a dull thud on the cave floor.

"I had intended to address you respectfully as Lord Fernéus, but unfortunately you are unwilling to accept such courtesy," Li Ang patted his clone on the shoulder.

"Since that's the case, then die by the hand of my brother Jesus' God! You—"

"Little goldfish!"

Li Ang's expression instantly turned cold. At the same time, the pale-faced Jesus beside him moved, his right fist clenched and swung backward, then transformed into a powerful punch that slammed directly towards Fenneus like a whirlwind!