I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Richard immediately opened the panel:

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Class: Necromancer

Physical condition: 12

Spirit: 11

Mana: 12/22

Skill Branches:

[Soul and Desire] Branch: Level 1, 48%. Spirit +1.

[Flesh and Bone] Branch: Level 1, 4%. Constitution +3.

[Pain and Plague] Branch: Not yet unlocked

skill:

[Death Sense]: You can sense the presence of death within 500 meters and obtain some fragmented information when you come into contact with a corpse.

[Resurrection of the Dead]: You can imbue a corpse with the Mark of the Dead, bringing it back to life and making it a loyal servant. The shorter the time since the corpse died, the higher the success rate. Quantity: 1/2. Cooldown: 1 day. Mana Cost: 10.

[Servant Enhancement]: You can enhance your servant's physique. The lower the servant's physique, the higher the success rate and the greater the improvement. Cooldown: 30 days. Mana Cost: 10.

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This skill is so useful!

Richard extended two fingers, lightly touching Catherine's forehead, and deliberately spoke in a sacred tone:

"You will act on my will, and I will grant you youth and strength."

People in the United States, the "beacon of light," believe most strongly in this kind of death.

Catherine was a little confused.

The next instant, she was shocked to see Richard's fingers light up, radiating a dazzling golden light.

Golden light flowed into Catherine's forehead.

She suddenly felt her body filled with surging power, and her old ailments vanished instantly, as if she had returned to her youth.

Catherine stared in shock at her arm; the skin was smooth and delicate.

No matter how much beauty and skincare she does, she can't stop the fine wrinkles that come with approaching 40.

Now, they've all disappeared!

She quickly went to the mirror, where she saw herself with full, glowing cheeks.

Having worked in the medical aesthetics industry for many years, she is all too familiar with this state; it's the young body of a girl in her twenties!

The allure of a youthful body is unparalleled for any woman.

God!

The gentleman is not the devil, but God!

He is a god walking among humans!

Catherine knelt down, clasped her hands together, bowed her head and closed her eyes, kneeling devoutly before Richard, and said with unwavering resolve:

"My lord, I will act on your will, as I would in heaven!"

Richard looked at the prompt with satisfaction:

"Servant Catherine Dixon's physique: 9->12".

Richard carefully observed her changes.

He was already very young, and after his physique improved, there were no significant changes in his appearance except that his skin became smoother.

Catherine is nearly 40 years old, and the changes in her skin are very obvious.

Physical fitness enhancement is not just about improving overall physical fitness, but also about strengthening the body from the inside out!

Richard gained a deeper understanding of the effects of physical conditioning.

Unfortunately, there are only 2 points of magic left on the panel, so I can't do another test.

Richard's magic has not recovered at all, and he has no idea how he regained it.

Is it because there is no magic on Earth that it cannot be restored?

This is a big problem.

Suddenly, Richard felt himself being watched again, and he walked to the curtains.

An old pickup truck was parked in another corner, also under the shade of a tree, also in the shadows.

"That guy is back again."

Catherine hid in the shadows between the two curtains and looked downstairs.

The pickup truck's windows were larger, allowing Catherine to see more of the driver's body.

The driver had one hand resting on the car window and the other on the center armrest.

However, his face was obscured by sunglasses and a baseball cap, making it impossible to see his features clearly.

Catherine recognized the gesture and asked in confusion:

"She looks a lot like my ex-husband, Mike."

Mike? Richard said:

"Then let's try to test the waters... give him a call."

Catherine then picked up the phone and dialed the number.

The phone rang, and the driver in the pickup truck simultaneously pulled out his phone.

Catherine's eyes lit up slightly as she glanced at Richard.

Mike's calm voice came through:

"Catherine, what's wrong?"

"I don't have time on Friday. Debbie has a competition to attend. You can drive her there."

"OK!"

Snapped.

Catherine hung up the phone.

The pickup truck driver also hung up the phone at the same time.

Catherine cursed:

"Damn it! That jerk is spying on me! I'm going to apply for a restraining order!"

Richard asked:

Why is he spying on you?

Catherine calmed down instantly:

"Mike hates me. He thinks I stole the house and Debbie! He might want to get revenge on me!"

Richard was aware of the two men's situation.

Mike cheated on Catherine.

Catherine used the divorce to rip off Mike.

Since it was a matter of feelings, Richard was relieved. He couldn't be bothered with their love-hate entanglement, as long as they didn't bother him.

Richard glanced again at the pickup truck downstairs:

"Please be careful in your daily life and drive me to the YC apartment."

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"We've arrived, sir," Catherine said.

Richard closed the book and looked up at the front.

Before me stands a modern, minimalist American-style luxury apartment building. The lobby features a row of floor-to-ceiling windows, and the main door is made of dark glass paired with simple matte metal trim, exuding a calm and sophisticated feel.

The people coming and going were mostly young people, and their clothes and appearance were noticeably more upscale than those in Tang Yuanfan's neighborhood.

Richard glanced back; Mike's pickup truck hadn't followed.

Catherine, carrying Richard's luggage, introduced:

"24-hour security, elevator access on different floors. It's a 10-minute walk to Francis Lewis High School. The area is very quiet. There's a coffee shop, a fresh food supermarket, and a light-dining restaurant on that corner. The food is pretty good."

The two entered the lobby.

Richard felt the gaze upon him once again.

He turned his head to look in the direction they were looking at and found several tall white security guards staring at him. They didn't seem to have much malice, just a look of curiosity and confusion.

The pairing of a beautiful white woman and an Asian man was quite unusual, and the security guard's eyes held a hint of doubt.

Richard deliberately and gently put his arm around Catherine's waist, and Catherine leaned closer to him.

After Catherine strengthened her physique, she looked no different from a young woman in her twenties.

However, her voluptuous figure, mature demeanor, and the strong woman personality that Richard forcibly imposed upon her made her incredibly charming.

Sure enough, Richard successfully saw a hint of a broken Dao heart in the security guard's eyes.

Richard deliberately nodded to the security guard.

The security guard could only stand up straight and put on a polite and gentlemanly smile:

"Evening".

One person stepped forward to help carry the luggage and opened the elevator door.

"Thank you," Catherine said, tilting her chin up.

Richard didn't even glance at the security guard.

The security guard was clearly annoyed, but he had to put on a polite and proper demeanor.

As a white man, he dared not show the slightest prejudice against people of color.

Richard enjoyed seeing white people sulking and helpless.

After all, the great United States has no racial discrimination.

The elevator doors closed, and Richard released Catherine's waist.

Catherine thought Richard was interested in her, so she took his arm and her face lit up with a divine sense of devotion.

Richard wasn't some kind of moralist; he was simply enjoying the woman's softness.

Ding.

The elevator stopped quickly.

The two stepped out of the elevator.

The entire floor has four units per floor, a spacious elevator lobby, short and clean corridors, and sufficient distance between each unit's door, ensuring better privacy than ordinary apartments.

Catherine explained:

"The average price of a YC apartment is around $3500, so this configuration is quite normal. If my husband needs it, I can take out a loan to buy a better one."

Richard shook his head:

"That's it. I'm just an ordinary international student at the University of Tokyo. I don't need to attract too much attention."

"OK."

The light gray silent carpet makes no sound when you step on it.

The walls are matte milky white, with narrow strips of warm light embedded in them, creating a soft and dim light.

That's already very good.

Richard's biological father, Li Weihong, gave him a lot of money, but he knew that he could only rely on himself in the future, so he saved most of the money.

He wouldn't be willing to live in such a nice house if he had to pay for it himself.

Catherine pushed open the door.

The open-plan living room has a spacious layout and simple, restrained soft furnishings. A clean-lined fabric sofa is placed against the wall, and a floor lamp is placed in the corner.

A large desk area is reserved next to the floor-to-ceiling window, which is perfect for studying.

YC Apartments is located in the best school district in the area, and people who rent here do so to provide their children with a comfortable living and learning environment, a fact that Catherine does not overlook.

It features an integrated kitchen, separate bathroom, walk-in closet, and the super wasteful 24-hour constant temperature that Americans love.

Their living conditions were much better than Tang Yuanfan's.

This is where Richard will live and study for the next two years.

"Very good, I'm satisfied. You can go back to work now. Later, bring that old Chevrolet over and park it in the parking lot downstairs."

"Yes, my lord."

Catherine left somewhat disappointed; she had expected something to happen today.

Richard stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

A corner of Francis Lewis High School can be seen through the gap between several buildings; it's very close, which saves a lot of time.

The refrigerator was empty, and the tableware was also incomplete.

Richard went downstairs for a walk, familiarized himself with the layout, and then bought a bunch of food to bring back.

He had just stepped out of the elevator when he saw the door next to him open.

A blonde girl came out.

She wore large black-rimmed glasses and dressed simply in a plain-colored coat and white T-shirt. The jeans that looked simple on others accentuated her perfect hip and leg shape.

The girl was surprised to see Richard.

However, Richard's clearly underage Asian appearance made her feel much more relaxed.

Richard smiled and nodded.

"Hi! My name is Richard, and I'll be living here from now on."

The girl seemed to have some social anxiety, avoiding Richard's gaze:

Good evening, my name is Helen.

After saying that, he lowered his head and walked past Richard, entering the elevator without looking up.