Exorcist in America

As for the method, it was quite simple.

If it had to be explained in one sentence, it would be "brute force creates miracles, simple and violent."

As Alesha fantasized about how she would slaughter the filth in this district tonight, York turned his attention back to the laptop in front of him.

After learning the truth about this world, he had already been taking targeted actions.

First: Whether the human elites had all been possessed by these non-human filths.

Second: What exactly these filthy beings were, what means they possessed, and whether they knew each other's identities.

Third: The origin of these filthy beings and what gave birth to them.

York's hands on the laptop's keyboard blurred into afterimages as the tapping sounds continued incessantly without a half-second pause.

Firstly, through investigations and on-site inspections, he concluded that not all human elites had been possessed by these filthy beings.

It's unclear whether these filthy beings didn't want to be too obvious, or whether they were leaving some normal humans as a backup plan in case they were discovered by humans.

Of course, the actual superiors and leaders of these human elites were still filthy beings disguised in sheep's clothing.

If the president could be one of these filthy beings, then nothing was impossible.

However, as long as not all were possessed, then everything was still manageable.

York's laptop screen displayed the profile of a high-level individual.

Dino Lebron.

Age: 58.

Bald, yet his face was sharp and capable.

He was a senior senator in the Senate.

The political system of this country was similar to that of the previous world and the real world.

The Senate, like the House of Representatives, was one of the two chambers of the national legislature, also known as the upper house.

Government appointments, foreign treaties, peace agreements, and declarations of war all required Senate approval. Thus, for a president to govern smoothly, securing a majority in the Senate was crucial.

Therefore, this position was not low,

According to investigations, Dino Lebron had a good reputation among the public, a typical grassroots background, from a prestigious university to his current political position.

This person was his chosen target.

As for what kind of target, he was responsible for revealing all the truths to humanity.

This step was crucial, but it had to wait until Alesha had trapped all the humans in the otherworld before it could be implemented.

Of course, if this guy was a traitor, then he was on a path to death. York would not be soft-hearted towards anyone. If pushed to extremes, he would even risk significant human casualties to fight these filthy beings.

York silently noted this person's current location and what he was doing, then continued his rapid typing.

The conclusion for the first point was ready.

The second point concluded that these filthy beings had a very organized system. It seemed they could recognize each other's identities through some characteristic or method.

They were also similar in nature to ghostly beings, possessing and inhabiting others in similar ways, with the actual results being not much different—both involved taking over someone else's body for their own use.

However, these filthy beings seemed to have abilities based on rules, which were much stronger than those of ghostly beings. A simple cut with a knife allowed them to possess through touch.

Yet, these filthy beings lacked the supernatural abilities of ghostly beings, their methods were limited to humans, and their actions were determined by the humans they possessed. In a sense, after possession, they were not much different from humans, except for the added rule-based ability of possession.

The conclusion for the second point was ready, but the conclusion for the third point was still unclear.

However, it also seemed to be related to humans.

As the saying goes, if a human's resentment and obsession don't fade after death, they will become ghosts. This was a common belief in both the past life and the real world.

However, this world did not share this belief. Instead, it considered ghostly beings as a new species, similar to animals.

This was particularly unsettling for York. Through investigations and observations, he eventually discovered that these filthy beings also seemed to be related to human death.

"This is just like the theory of ghostly beings, isn't it?" York thought to himself. He wasn't too bothered by it; as long as they weren't endless, it was manageable.

Of course, the random tasks that appeared also let York know that these filthy beings were limited in number, they could be eradicated, and not endlessly, making them impossible to cleanse completely.

York's hands stopped on the laptop, feeling his thoughts were clear. He glanced at the plan on the screen, then closed his laptop.

As Alesha seemed to notice and stopped her fantasizing to look over, York looked out the window at the setting sun and said,

"Alesha, it's about time to get started."

Hearing this, Alesha grinned,

 showing her white teeth, and vigorously nodded.

"Okay, Uncle York."

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Time kept passing.

The sun gradually set, and the sky was dyed red with golden and orange hues, casting beautiful silhouettes of buildings and long shadows on the walls and streets as people walked by, returning from work or out for a walk or to walk their dogs.

The overall atmosphere was peaceful, a feeling that also permeated the apartment complex in the vk community.

Apartment 406, Building No. 2.

A man appeared on the balcony, looking down at the people walking on the street below with a high and mighty gaze, expressionless.

If someone took a closer look at his eyes, they would find them utterly chilling, enough to make one's hair stand on end.

Because the man's gaze at the pedestrians was the same as a person looking at food on a table, and both his upper and lower body were stained with blood.

The blood flowed from his clothing onto the clean balcony floor, the crimson revealing a brutal reality.

After standing on the balcony for a few minutes, the man walked back inside.

The living room was already a mess.

The walls, including the sofa, coffee table, and even the television, were splattered with fresh blood.

On the gruesomely horrifying living room floor lay two heaps of flesh, unrecognizable as human.

One large, one small.

The larger heap of flesh vaguely retained long hair, indicating it was a woman; the smaller, judging by the shape of the clothing, was a child.

The man walked over, face expressionless, and casually kicked the smaller heap of flesh away as if it were obstructing his view.

With a wet thud, the unrecognizable heap of flesh was kicked next to the television, colliding with the larger heap.

Above these two heaps of flesh, on a table where the television was placed, stood a picture frame.

The photo was of a family of three, the man and the woman standing behind a boy, all facing the camera with bright smiles.

One could feel it was a happy family from their smiles.

"Hey," the man in the photo casually picked up a blood-stained handset from the coffee table and dialed a number.

"Nelson?"

As the voice came through the phone, the man sat on the blood-soaked coffee table and began, 

"It's me, Gaston, help me out, I've found a new toy."

"Hmm? A favor?" The voice from the phone carried the same tone but with a hint of confusion.

"This toy seems dangerous, I'm afraid I can't handle it alone." Nelson eyed the two mangled heaps of flesh, his expression cold.

"Not just you, I might need to call Marcello and others."

"Damn!" A curse came through the phone.

In apartment 206 of the same building, a man sat at the dining table, cursing.

"Nelson, you're really fk embarrassing."

Saying this, the man named Gaston looked toward the woman standing in the kitchen with a cold gaze, furiously throwing a bowl from the table at her.

"Fk! If it's not done in three minutes, you're dead!"

The bowl struck the woman, making her body tremble and her bruised face wince in pain, yet she dared not cry out, only biting her lip to speed up her cooking, tears continuously streaming from her eyes.

As the curse was uttered, the phone clicked off.

A twitch passed over Nelson's expressionless face, the first sign of disturbance, but he ultimately chose to endure it. The caller's essence was far stronger than his, capable of directly devouring his kind.

Yes, they were of the same kind, but their birth determined their strength, and yes, they could devour each other, the strong consuming the weak.

The most deadly point was that their lifespan was tied to their host; even if the host was severely injured and near death before possession, they could take over and quickly heal the host's fatal wounds, but once successfully possessed, they would die if the host truly died.

A body that had been possessed could not be repossessed.

Thus, to survive, devouring each other was inevitable.

That was why the human species had survived to this day; the existence of humans was meant to prevent them from killing each other, or else humanity would have long since perished.

"Like that man's body, looks very strong and healthy, should live a long time, huh?" Nelson couldn't help but think of York, recalling his robust physique, unconsciously licking his lips stained with blood.

He then made several more calls, the main subject of the conversations mostly residing in the apartment complex.

"Sigh."

After making these calls, Nelson couldn't help but exhale deeply, rising from the coffee table and following the trail of blood towards the secondary bedroom.

The secondary bedroom was ordinary but fully furnished; however, there was nothing extraordinary about it.

Yet Nelson walked directly toward the closet in that room, opened it, and crouched down to rummage inside, soon pulling out a black box.

Nelson set the black box on the floor and opened it, revealing firearms and sharp knives inside.

All he needed was for the man known as York not to die—even if he was on the brink of death, as long as Nelson could get inside, everything would revert to normal.

While Nelson sorted through the items in the box, pondering his options, he realized that despite having weapons, he still needed to call for help, indicating the immense pressure that man, York, put on him. Hence, securing such a premium body was a priority for him, even if it meant sacrificing some of his own essence to let the others of his kind devour it.

The click-clacking of assembling weapons echoed in the secondary bedroom. Nelson quickly finished putting together the gun in his hands.

However, as the outside light dimmed, he was forced to stand and press the nearby switch.

Despite viewing humans as food and playthings, they were still confined to human limitations, except for the ability to possess. Beyond that, they were much like humans in terms of knowledge and emotions.

It was as if they were a type of parasite that could only live off humans, absorbing their knowledge and wealth.

This reality made Nelson, who considered himself superior, feel disgusted.

He clenched his teeth, ready to continue arming himself with the knives from the box, but suddenly, his peripheral vision caught something odd.

"Huh? Is it fogging up?"

Through the opened window, thin wisps of fog began to drift in, causing Nelson to frown and mutter to himself.

"There shouldn't be any fog today."

With that thought, Nelson, holding his gun, walked briskly towards the window.

Before he reached it, he saw several flakes of grayish-white snow also drift in with the breeze.

This was particularly strange; Nelson was momentarily puzzled.

"Snow? In the summer? How could there be snow?"

He was bewildered, stepping quickly to the window, and the next moment his eyes widened.

Outside, the world had changed entirely.

No longer the usual bustling cityscape.

What lay before him was a world of gray and white, the typically towering buildings now all ash-colored, the view extending endlessly into nothing but a white expanse, as if enveloped in a white hue.

Not a single person in sight, no sound, no color, as if the whole world had left him alone.

Nelson, in his bewilderment, instinctively looked down. The street below was also covered in a layer of grayish-white material, resembling a snow-covered road.

Snowflakes from the grayish-white sky continued to be blown into the window, and Nelson, unable to resist, reached out his left hand to catch a few snowflakes, rubbing them between his fingers.

"Ashes? What's going on?"

Nelson stared at the black sooty traces on his fingers, murmuring to himself.

"What has happened?"

Despite his view of humans as mere food and considering himself a supreme overlord overlooking all of humanity, he was unable to comprehend the current situation fully.

Just then, he heard a rumbling noise from outside.

Nelson swallowed a non-existent gulp of saliva, gun in hand, and followed the sound to the main door.

After taking a deep breath, he boldly opened the door and rushed out, gun at the ready.

The hallway was just like the outside world, all in shades of gray and white, eerie and fear-inducing.

Even for him.

He had thought there was some emergency, but Nelson discovered that there was nothing under his gun's aim.

The hallway was eerily quiet and empty.

"Hello!"

Nelson looked around, unable to restrain a shout.

"Is anyone there?"

His voice echoed in the silent hallway, stirring up a faint echo.

Unfortunately, no one responded to him, only the gradually changing hues of the grayish-white walls began to show patches of brownish-red, rotten and mottled colors, including the floor beneath his feet.

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