At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

In the holy light, she saw an angel flying in the vast blue sky, its pure white wings gently fluttering behind her, with rainbows and white clouds following closely behind.

The angel's face was full of love as he clasped hands with another angel whose face was full of tenderness, and finally they flew together towards the distant horizon.

Sister Zoe looked at the holy and loving angel and tears streamed down her face.

Because the angel in the holy light was herself in her youth, and Sister Hind was flying with her.

"I have been saved, my Lord." Sister Zoe reached out and gently grasped the hand that radiated holy light. The tears in her eyes disappeared, leaving only tenderness and love. Finally, her breathing calmed, and she drifted off to sleep.

"I hope this dream can truly bring you salvation," Luo Sheng said gently, looking at the old nun who was holding his hand as she drifted off to sleep.

All the cancer cells in her body were cleared. Although the water element relieved her pain, the cell division put a lot of burden on her body, especially on her nerves, so she fell into a deep sleep.

Luo Sheng has the deepest respect for such a kind and selfless elderly person.

If he hadn't appeared, the future would have been a tragedy for both the elderly and the children in the church.

The old man will die alone in a place where no one can find him, Eleanor will be left to wander the streets, and the children will be sent to other churches.

In a country where selfless dedication is highly self-serving and profit-driven, people are considered outcasts. Even if they are not noticed because of their weakness, such an environment is enough to bring them to ruin.

Joan of Arc and Artoria quickly stepped forward to support Sister Zoe, who was lost in a sweet dream.

Jeanne said gently, "Master, Artoria and I have escorted Sister Zoe back to her room."

Artoria said respectfully, "She is a respectable person. Even a king would set aside the majesty of his crown for such a selfless person."

"Hmm." Los Saint nodded. He was wondering whether to give Sister Zoe a God's Eye. Such a kind person would surely gain healing-related abilities.

His healing abilities would undoubtedly be considered one of the miracles of Jesus in the three major Christian religions, and he would be immediately canonized as a saint by the Pope and a host of bishops.

"However, she seems to regard me as God... I must say, the holy light I just conjured did indeed resemble it." Luo Sheng smiled.

In Catholicism, the Son, the Holy Spirit, and the Father are the Trinity; they are all different identities of the same God.

The miracles that Jesus, the Son of God, performed in his mind, he was able to perform without missing a single one. If he really performed them in front of people, even if he said that he was not Jesus, no one would believe him.

Instead, they would think that this must be God's second coming to earth, and that God is no longer a Trinity, but a Quadruple.

Haha, don't think the Vatican is incapable of doing this; they're very familiar with it.

The prototypes of the seventy-two demons of Hell are gods from various popular mythologies. Baal, the Mediterranean god-king, was demoted to the four supreme demons of the seventy-two demons.

Those who hold power in the church are less likely to have faith, because faith only arises from suffering. Only those who yearn for something to rely on and desire salvation truly believe in God.

If he appears dressed as a Christian bishop, he could perform several more miracles of Jesus Christ.

Popes would immediately reinterpret the Bible and then proclaim to the world’s two billion believers that God had descended to earth in human form.

At that time, two billion believers worldwide will worship him.

If two billion believers worldwide are praying and practicing their faith, even if they have no connection to Christ, everyone will firmly believe that they do.

"If the heroes I choose are truly venerated as saints, then the Church's power will no longer be solely determined by the popes, hehe." Los Saint chuckled.

When humans think, God laughs. No matter how clever you are, you can't stop the extraordinary power that can crush you.

……

Time passed little by little.

Exeter, Cardiff’s most bustling neighborhood, is famous for being home to the world-renowned University of Exeter, which recruits hundreds of international students every year.

These international students will generate substantial revenue for businesses in this city of only 300,000 people.

Not far from the university is a cake shop that is frequently visited by international students.

Mrs. Sally's Cake Shop, as the name suggests, is a shop run by an owner named Sally. Because it caters to international students, it is doing very well.

"Irene, hurry up and deliver the freshly baked cake to the butter shop. What's wrong with you today? You've been spacing out the whole time," a young woman in a white apron urged.

"I'm sorry, Sister Anriel, I'm coming right away," Irene quickly said, her delicate expression showing a hint of confusion.

She didn't know if the priest would kick her out of the church after get off work; according to church rules, she should have left five months ago.

She didn't want to leave the church; she knew it was despicable to linger there.

But she didn't know where else to go besides the church.

"Something must have happened today, that's why you rushed out in such a panic," Anriel said with a sigh.

"Um...something happened to my brother in the church." Irene lowered her head sadly.

"Don't worry, I didn't tell Mrs. Sally that you left the store halfway through."

"Thank you, Sister Anriel."

"No need to thank me, you've helped me a lot... To be honest, Eleanor, you shouldn't always think about others. If you run into bad people, I'm really worried that you'll be taken advantage of."

“I won’t be fooled. I can tell the difference between good and bad people,” Eleanor said. She doesn’t help just anyone; she only helps good people. If she encounters a bad person, she will run far away.

"Hopefully."

"By the way, Eleanor, have you heard? Something happened at Krika Farm a couple of days ago," Anriel said softly, glancing around.

"I heard that all the cows on the farm died overnight, and even many of the milkers and herders died."

"The last survivors all went mad, shouting to everyone they met that they were demons who crawled out of hell and killed everyone."

“Even the Royal Marines came and took all the survivors away.”

"Later, someone secretly went to the farm and found that the entire farm area had been burned with gasoline by the Royal Marines."

"Do you think there might really be some kind of monster?"

"It's not just the farm. Last week, a homeless man shouted at the university gate that he had encountered a monster centipede that burrows into people's bodies. Many people died in the homeless camp. In the end, the homeless man was also taken away by the Royal Marines."

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The First Encounter with a Monster

"It's terrifying. Just thinking about monsters lurking in the shadows, ready to devour you at any moment... I definitely won't be able to sleep tonight." Anriel hugged her shoulders, her body trembling slightly, her face filled with fear.

Eleanor comforted her, saying, "Don't be afraid, Sister Anriel. There can't be any monsters in the world. I come from the church, you know. God would never let demons harm good people."

Although she grew up in a church, she did not believe that God really existed; God was just a source of strong faith for her.

Anriel scoffed: "Tch, I don't believe that. It's the 21st century. Gods are all liars. Besides, I've met very few good people, and none of them are doing well. Especially you, Eleanor, you're the worst off. You don't even spend the money you earn on yourself."

"The kinder a person is, the more miserable they are. That's just how the world is. Even if you pity others, you have to keep it to yourself and think more about yourself."

"When you help others, you might only receive a thank you in return, but when you spend money on yourself, it's a real and tangible thing."

“Yes, I understand, Sister Anriel,” Irene said earnestly.

“I don’t think you understand.” Anriel looked incredulous, then her expression turned pitiful: “Oh, right, Eleanor, I’ve already spent all my salary from last month. How much do you have left? Lend me half, otherwise I won’t be able to pay the rent and the landlord will kick me out.”

Eleanor thought for a moment and honestly replied, "There are still over seven hundred pounds left. Is half enough?"

"Tch!" Anriel poked Irene's forehead with her finger: "You still say you remember? I just pretended to be pitiful and swindled your money away. It's a good thing it was me. If it were anyone else, believe me, they would have swindled your money away every month."

“Well, it’s because it was borrowed by Sister Anriel.” Irene’s eyes were full of sincerity: “I wouldn’t lend it to someone until I knew they were a good person.”

"Good person, good person, good person, you foolish girl, you'll be fooled by a good person sooner or later." Anriel rolled her eyes.

"Alright, it's almost time to get off work. You can go now. I'll close the shop. If anything goes wrong, Mrs. Sally will definitely deduct half of your salary. She's absolutely capable of doing that."

"Thank you, Sister Anriel. Um, the failed products that were left behind..." Irene looked at the black plastic bag placed to the side. The failed products were either dumped into the trash can or collected by the staff of the 'food bank'.

“Take it. They won’t give Mrs. Sally a penny if you give it to the food bank anyway,” Anriel said, then added with a hint of grumbling, “It’s really unfair sometimes. We employees do all the work at the cake shop, and Mrs. Sally might not even come to the shop once a week.”

"Just because I have a shop that I got from my divorce, it's a beach party and karaoke party every day."

“One day, I will earn enough pounds to buy a shop.”

"Sister Anriel, I'm leaving now. See you tomorrow." Irene carried two black plastic bags filled with broken cakes.

See you tomorrow, Eleanor.

Eleanor walked out of the cake shop and looked at the students coming and going from Exeter University. They were all dressed very beautifully, just like the young ladies in the storybooks.

Her brown eyes held a hint of envy. She had only received free compulsory education; she must have learned so much at university.

Originally, they hoped to save some money to send Gavin and the others to college. Even if they didn't have enough money to continue until graduation, they could still learn a lot and maybe become car mechanics or electricians in the future, which would allow them to easily support themselves.

"If I go back now, will the priest... let me stay in the church?" Irene's eyes were full of confusion as she walked back along the familiar route.

We soon stopped in front of an old neighborhood. The neighborhood was very old, with buildings dating back decades.

The residents here are mostly elderly people who are already receiving pensions. The young people have long since moved to London. In this country, most families do not have a strong sense of family ties, and with various social welfare programs, the children of the elderly do not assume the obligation to support them.

Moreover, their children may not even be able to support themselves.

Don't assume that having a pension means you can enjoy your old age in peace; these pensions are far from enough to support the elderly.

As people get older, they inevitably develop some health problems. A month's pension isn't even enough for one hospital visit, so even when they're sick, they just endure it.

"Grandpa Ike, I've brought you a cake."

"Oh, Irene, thank you for your help again."

"Grandpa Brandon, I've brought you a cake."

Eleanor always leaves some of the cake crumbs she takes out of the shop for the elderly in the old neighborhood.

"Eleanor, can you sit for a while?" Brandon, his body hunched over, shakily opened the apartment door completely.

"Grandpa Brandon, am I going to boil some water for you?" Eleanor asked, puzzled.

“Yes, yes, thank you for your trouble.” Brandon nodded. Watching Eleanor enter the room, he walked shakily to the sofa, took out a document, which was covered by white paper, leaving only a blank space.

Every night before he went to sleep, he would place two documents on the sofa. If he fell asleep one day and couldn't see the sun rise the next day, the people who came to lift him up would know what to do.

One document was arranged by the people who came to carry him, and the other was his will, in which he wanted to give his only valuable apartment to Eleanor.

Brandon looked at the girl getting water in the kitchen as if she were his own granddaughter.

He was a veteran who never married.

He had thought that he would have a fulfilling second half of his life after being injured and discharged from the military.

Unexpectedly, all I received was a meager monthly compensation.

He was still able to make a living when he wasn't this old.

But as he grew older, various illnesses began to appear, and he spent all his savings.

In the end, he couldn't even afford normal meals. He could only cook expired noodles from the food bank into porridge, and he couldn't cook it too thick.