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Chapter 120 Abundance of Magic (5K-word chapter, please vote and subscribe)

Richard struggled to control the input of magic.

He soon discovered that the mental stress of providing a large amount of magic was completely different from that of providing magic slowly.

Within just 5 minutes, he felt dizzy and lightheaded.

My magic was draining away like water being pumped away, and I felt increasingly tired.

Even if the resulting unclaimed faith were enough to fully restore his magic, his spirit could not sustain it.

Richard had to try to slow down.

I eventually discovered that my tolerance level was about 60 points of magic per hour, or 1 point per minute.

The ceremony lasted only 40 minutes, but the apostolic faith continued intermittently for more than an hour.

Richard gained ample magic power, consuming a total of over 60 points, to enhance 3 units of [Fresh Flesh and Blood].

The three units of fresh flesh returned to the [Sea of ​​Blood Chest], clinging together as before, like a drop of oil in water, completely out of place with the other [fresh flesh].

Richard felt extremely tired.

It seems that continuously and in large quantities outputting magic power is not an easy task.

After the ceremony, Irving was visibly relieved.

Irving stood in front of Debbie.

Richard noticed that when he looked at Debbie, his eyes were filled with piety, not ordinary respect, but the kind of look that only a holy knight would have, who might give his life for the saintess at any moment.

In this world that was too dark for him, he could only struggle to survive.

Faith was his only light.

Debbie was a little uncomfortable with such an overly enthusiastic gaze.

Owen lowered his head, his voice dry. "Your Highness, I don't understand. Why does God allow those things to happen? The wicked, the ones who do evil every day, live perfectly well, while the good suffer."

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts, but couldn't come up with anything after a long time.

Finally, he only said one sentence: "I pray every day. But the world hasn't gotten better. Is it because I'm praying the wrong way?"

Richard's lips twitched.

Irving finally asked that question: The world shouldn't be like this.

So what's next?

What does he want to do?

Debbie was a little confused. Why was she being asked such a big question?

I'm just a cheerleader!

All I can do is dance, sir!

She looked to Richard for help, but Richard didn't say anything.

In Catholicism, there are very sophisticated ways to answer such questions: "God has his own plan," or "Everything is a test from God."

In short, just believe it.

The question was too simple, and Richard didn't give her a hint: "Now that you're all grown up, it's time to act like a mature saint!"

However, Debbie's mind went blank...

She frowned and began to ponder deeply.

Oh no! Richard's heart skipped a beat.

The cheerleader started thinking!

"You..." Before he could stop Debbie, she blurted it out.

"If you're unhappy, then go fight him!"

This is something she learned in the cheerleading locker room: when you think a bitch is too domineering and hogs the center position, there's only one answer.

Let's have a fight!

Irving was stunned: "War...fight?"

Debbie recalled how she was bullied by the previous cheerleader when she first joined the team. Hands on her hips, she raised her voice an octave and declared righteously, "Yeah! Some bitches...bad people, they're just born...bad! You don't like certain people, go and take them down! God won't change things for you. What are hands for? To pray? Aren't they for wielding weapons? Pick up your sacred AR-15! Pick up the knight's scepter! If you think something is wrong, you can change it yourself! Just do it!"

Oh no! Richard covered his face.

If it were someone else, upon hearing such outrageous remarks, they might simply laugh at the saintess for being too young.

But Irving...

Sure enough, Irving's eyes gradually lit up.

The knot in his heart that had been tangling for so long suddenly loosened, and Debbie's words were like a giant axe, splitting open the gloom.

He felt as if divine light descended from the heavens, illuminating his soul.

Yup!

"Your Highness is right! God gave us hands so that we could make a difference!"

Is that how you understand it? Calvin was dumbfounded.

Owen bowed deeply to Debbie: "May the Lord forever protect you, Your Highness, you possess wisdom beyond mortals!"

"She's smart my foot!" Richard's lips twitched.

Immediately afterwards, Richard was shocked to see that the faith emanating from Irving was more abundant and stronger than before, almost tangible!

No, you don't actually believe that, do you?

"Owen, calm down!" Richard quickly said, afraid that this guy would do something earth-shattering.

"Yes, I need to stay calm. The enemy is incredibly powerful; we can't act recklessly! Thank you, Richard!" Owen said seriously.

In just a moment, Irving seemed to have undergone some kind of spiritual transformation.

He turned and left, his seemingly frail body seemingly carrying an indescribable power.

Even after leaving the church, an endless stream of undetermined faith continued to emanate from his body.

Richard watched Irving's retreating figure, unsure of what to say.

What is this?

The birth of a staunch capitalist holy warrior?

Irving's conversation didn't stand out among the group of believers.

Everyone paid tribute to Debbie before they left.

Some devout believers would even weep with emotion in front of Debbie.

Debbie gradually got used to this treatment.

After everyone had left, Calvin said goodbye to Debbie and looked at Richard intently one last time.

He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing something, wondering whether to speak, before finally saying vaguely, "Richard. God's way of choosing people is truly unexpected..."

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“Yeah, right.” Richard looked at the fearless Debbie, “It’s really…unexpected.”

Why did I have to choose such a silly goose!

Calvin bowed slightly, then turned and walked back to the church.

Perhaps the person chosen by God was never Debbie Dixon.

"Debbie, how could you say something like that to just anyone? Your status is different now! You're practically the chosen saintess. Once the process is complete, your words will be almost identical to the Pope's! You need to be careful what you say," Richard said seriously.

Irving is a good person; he doesn't want the other person to do anything irreversible.

In this dirty and dark country, it's not something someone like Irving can change.

Debbie looked completely bewildered: "Huh? What did I say?"

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Richard sighed, waves of fatigue washing over him. His head was throbbing; he had just exhausted a lot of his mental energy, and he didn't want to talk anymore.

tired.

So be it.

Irving is, after all, a soldier who has been on the battlefield and should know the power of modern weapons. No one can fight against the state apparatus.

He probably won't be too reckless...

should..

Richard took Debbie back to Catherine's house and lay down on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

Debbie looked at him suspiciously: "Why are you sleeping so early at noon? You haven't eaten yet."

Richard was sleeping soundly.

Catherine walked anxiously into the bedroom.

She patted Richard's head.

I am not sick.

God does not get sick. Then why is He so tired?

"Should we take him to the hospital?" She immediately dismissed the idea.

She didn't know if the hospital's equipment could detect Richard's physical abnormalities.

She simply sat quietly by the bed, holding Richard's hand.

"Have you ever seen him like this before?" Catherine asked.

Debbie shook her head: "Did this guy spend all night scrolling on his phone last night?"

Richard slept for eight hours before recovering.

When he woke up, he felt very clear-headed.

It's not the wakefulness you feel when you wake up in the morning, but the feeling of seeing the world more clearly and realistically.

The light outside the window was distinct and layered, and the dust particles in the air drifted slowly in the sunlight.

There seemed to be something moving in the air, but it was also as if nothing was there; you couldn't grasp it, touch it, or see it.

He could even faintly hear Debbie fidgeting, the sound of her skin rubbing against her pants.

All my senses are sharper than before.

However, their physical condition did not improve at all.

Therefore, this should not be hearing, but a kind of extraordinary perception.

"Master! You're awake! How are you feeling?" Catherine asked in surprise, her voice trembling with worry.

"OMG!" Debbie exclaimed angrily, "Can you two please stop doing that disgusting play in front of me?!"

She stormed out of the room.

Richard smiled and checked his body: "I'm fine. Everything's good."

"real?"

"Yes. I feel great."

Catherine then left with peace of mind.

Richard entered the living room.

Shadow was jumping around on the cat tree that Catherine had just bought.

It seemed to have become a little bolder, only whimpering twice before continuing to play with its cat tree.

Anyway, this two-legged creature basically doesn't touch me...

It suddenly felt its claws slip, and Fate was grabbed by the scruff of its neck and lifted up.

Richard's large face appeared before it.

The shadow was so frightened that it immediately tucked its tail between its legs.

These two legs are acting a bit strange today!

Richard played a few rounds of intense gaming.

Last time, I had my blood cells replaced on that deliveryman, and it didn't seem to have any effect. I can try it on Shadow now.

However, with only 3 units of enhanced [fresh flesh and blood], it is impossible to achieve a complete body transformation.

Then we'll have to modify only a part of it!

Which part?

Richard looked the shadow up and down, feeling that the gaze was very strange, and in fear, he used his front paws to cover his vital parts under his belly.

Richard pondered for a moment.

To avoid hurting Debbie by killing the poor kitten, they decided to test it on its tail.

He reached out and grabbed the shadow's tail.

Meow! The shadow grew even more terrified, waving its little paws, but unfortunately, Richard's defenses were not something a kitten could break through.

Richard ignored the shadow's struggles, first using magic to extract some fresh flesh from the cat's tail, then transforming the enhanced flesh into muscle cells and putting it in.

Shadow suddenly felt a tingling, numb sensation in its tail and tried to struggle, but Richard grabbed it and it couldn't escape.

It felt like it was about to grow a second tail!

Damn humans, what are you doing to my precious tail?

Richard was silently transforming.

Because of the improved mental state, the conversion speed is much faster than before, and the control is more precise.

Previously, you had to carefully sketch out the details, but now you only need to think about it and a large number of muscle cells will automatically be generated and placed in the right place.

If you were to have autologous fat grafting done now, the process might be faster.

Unfortunately, there were other people around the operating table, so Richard couldn't be too shocking.

However, the overall progress is still very slow.

About 10 minutes later, Richard had consumed 3 units of [Fresh Flesh and Blood], and the muscles on the shadow tail had been mostly converted.

Richard placed the shadow on the ground and observed its state.

Shadow felt that this tail didn't seem to be the same as before; it felt much stronger!

Damn two-legged creatures!

What disgusting thing did he do to his tail?!

It angrily wrestled with its own tail.

Debbie came out of her room and mustered up the courage to step onto the scale and weigh herself.

"I've lost another two pounds!" Debbie exclaimed in delight, proudly telling Richard, "Look, I've lost another two pounds! Just three more pounds and I'll reach my goal!"

"Not bad." Richard shrugged.

"What is it doing?" Debbie saw the shadow rolling around on the ground, fighting wits with its own tail, as if the tail were its mortal enemy.

Debbie was amused.

"Hey! Shadow!"

The cat's tail kept lashing against its mouth.

Then it bit its tail desperately, and probably because it hurt, it lashed out with terrifying force, striking the shadow's mouth like an iron whip.

Snapped!

In an instant, the shadow collapsed to the ground and remained motionless.

The poor shadow was actually knocked unconscious by its own tail!

Debbie was stunned and rushed over: "Shadow! What's wrong with you!"

She was terrified.

The shadow slowly awoke, screaming as it hid in Debbie's arms and remained motionless.

Only after having a powerful backer did the shadow attempt to touch its own tail.

Yeah, it's the same one I had before, just a bit stronger...

The shadow's tail swung back and forth, making a slapping sound. Debbie's arm hurt terribly, feeling like a golden retriever's tail was hitting her.

"Ouch! Don't hit me! Why is your tail so strong?"

Debbie pushed the shadow away in displeasure.

The shadow finally managed to control its tail, carefully curling it up.

It looked up at Richard. This two-legged creature didn't seem to have harmed me.

Richard silently observed the foolish shadow.

It seems to be effective, but I don't know if there will be any side effects. I'll wait and see.

Just then, a system notification suddenly sounded: "Ding! The progress of the [Flesh and Blood Forging] quest has been increased. A clear enhancement path has been found: Enchant 1000 units of [Fresh Flesh and Blood] to increase the magic abundance to over 20."

"Magic Abundance: The amount of magic power infused into each unit of [fresh flesh and blood]. Each unit infused with 10 points of magic power has an abundance of 10. When the magic abundance reaches 20, it is considered a first-tier enhancement. After conversion, it becomes a living component, which can greatly increase the physical constitution limit of a living being. When reviving a flesh and blood puppet, the puppet's physical constitution will also be enhanced to a certain extent."

Richard was overjoyed. He had finally found a solution.

So that's how it is!

1000 units, with an abundance of 20, that's 2 magic points.

It takes the blood of 25 people to accumulate 1 unit of "fresh flesh and blood". Even if liposuction is slightly better, how long would it take to accumulate 1000 units of "fresh flesh and blood"?

Or should we kill a few people and drain them dry?

In addition, both extracting fresh flesh and blood and demonizing fresh flesh and blood require mana.

In addition, speed is also a problem.

He had just tested it and found that his current limit was 60 points of magic power per hour; any more than that and he couldn't handle it.

So even if you have Debbie perform Mass every day to give you free mana regeneration, it will still take 300 days to accumulate enough!

Richard was starting to get a headache.

Once it's confirmed that the shadow is alright, the precious [fresh flesh and blood] can no longer be wasted on it.

If you were to use it on yourself, which part should you start with?

Richard looked down...

Of course, it's your feet; being able to run fast when in danger is the most important thing.

OMIG's office.

Seven or eight people sat in the conference room with solemn expressions.

There are no windows, the walls are gray-white sound-absorbing panels, and the ceiling light is a cool white fluorescent tube.

Attorney General Corbyn sat in the head seat, with a glass of untouched water in front of him.

His hair was gray, and his face was stern; he looked like a righteous and incorruptible iron-fisted figure.

The screen displays a complex diagram of interpersonal relationships.

"Brody, come and report on the investigation at Queens Hospital."

"Yes." Brody stood up.

He was the head of the medical fraud unit, wearing a dark blue tie, his hair and shirt collar perfectly styled, as he walked to the projection screen with a pen in hand.

"Four months ago, Miller, the warehouse manager at Queens Hospital, reported him to us. He had been working at the hospital for 11 years..."

"Years." Brody pointed to the photo on the screen. "This is Miller. He sent us a USB drive containing a list of some new equipment that Queens Hospital deliberately scrapped over the past two years, including the model, batch, manufacturing date, serial number, and the license plate of the transport vehicle. A total of 17 items, worth more than $2000 million."

Slideshow transition.

A series of equipment lists, each labeled with a date and number, filled the entire screen.

"After four months of covert investigation, the existing evidence basically confirms that this was a gang crime involving all senior hospital officials. The main participants include Jacob Ross, the president of Queens Hospital, two vice presidents, one board member, the head of the equipment department, the head of the logistics warehouse, and at least seven heads of major departments, such as Wesley Ramsey and Spencer, the head of the plastic surgery department."

"These devices were sold to four private hospitals and three used medical equipment companies. All transactions were completed through company accounts. In short, this is a typical case of a gang disguising new equipment as used equipment for disposal. We can begin our operation now. We have identified three individuals with minor involvement and hope to convert them into witnesses for questioning, but we haven't decided which ones to start with yet..."

Just then, the conference room door was pushed open.

The assistant rushed in and placed a copy of an email in front of Corbyn: "Mr. Attorney General, I just received an anonymous tip-off email. Since it's related to the symposium on this case, I brought it in directly."

"An anonymous tip-off?" Corbyn frowned as he examined the copy. The letter accused a resident named Daniel of reselling new equipment at scrap prices to a private clinic affiliated with him.

"What a coincidence, another Queens hospital?" Corbyn asked doubtfully. "Is this whistleblower still that warehouse manager Miller?"

Brody quickly glanced at the copy: "It should be unrelated. Miller has already filed a formal complaint, so there's no reason for him to remain anonymous. This should be a separate complaint. I suspect someone has a conflict with this Daniel, and it's most likely a frame-up."

Brody placed the documents on the table.

The wording of the whistleblower letter concealed a suppressed anger, not a sense of justice.

They were in frequent contact and were very familiar with the smell in the whistleblower letter.

It is usually caused by personal grudges, unequal distribution of spoils, or emotional conflicts.

This kind of anger is often the most valuable; only those inside the hospital know their colleagues' vulnerabilities.

Brody paused for a moment, then explained, "Daniel is also one of the three we're considering. He's just a resident physician, too low a rank to be deeply involved. Besides, he's a doctor, very shrewd and knowledgeable about all aspects of the hospital. Even if he's involved, the amount would be very small. I think we could consider turning him into a witness for the prosecution."

"Alright." Corbyn tapped his finger on the table. "Then try to find a breakthrough with this Daniel. I allow you to promise Daniel that he will become a tainted witness, and grant him a reduced sentence or waiver depending on the circumstances."

"Isn't Giselle doing an undercover investigation over there? Have her check on this Daniel while she's at it. If it's appropriate, take Daniel into custody. Before you do it, I'll issue you a warrant for his arrest and complete the paperwork."

This is the order to take action!

"yes!"

The people at the desk perked up.

After nearly four months of hard work, it's finally time to close the net. This is a big case!

Saide Health Vocational Training School.

Richard spent the entire morning completing all the assessments, except for the last one.

"I was so worried when you got arrested last time," Mia shouted in a rap-like voice, "I knew those bastards arrested the wrong person! How could a student from Tokyo University commit drug crimes! That night, the NYPD was set on fire!"

Look, this is God's punishment!

Rachel, the Black woman who was next in line for the practical exam, walked in and scoffed dismissively.

She arrived earlier than Richard and even received her license at the same time as him, which made her very unhappy.

"Hurry up! I need to get that damn piece of paper right now!"

All she wanted was to get her license as soon as possible, leave this damn place, and get out of there.

The person cooperating with the test was a white drunkard, who drunkenly placed his hands on the table.

Rachel quickly got ready, picked up the needle, and inserted it.

Richard glanced at her.

Rachel had been working against him all along, but now that he had plenty of magic, Richard didn't mind giving her a little punishment.

With a gentle flick of the magic hand.

The needle is crooked.

"No blood returned the first time. Prepare for the next injection," the proctor said calmly.

Rachel was getting annoyed: "Damn it! Again!"

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