The Priest and the Little Boy

Gotham City

Inside a damaged, old church.

The ceiling and beams of this church had gradually faded under the erosion of time, and some parts were even damaged. Moonlight leaked in from the gaps, shining on a teenager who was praying in front of the statue.

"May God grant me food, let me and other companions sustain our lives. Lord, we haven't eaten for three days..." Jason uttered a feeble prayer. He didn't believe in God, but he heard that a pious priest had recently come to this long-abandoned church, so he wanted to try pretending to be pitiful to see if he could get a free meal here.

At least as a member of the clergy, he should still have some kindness, right? Jason thought silently, but considering the local folk customs, he really felt a bit unsure in his heart.

"Dear child, getting something for nothing is not a virtue, you shouldn't pray like this." A young priest walked over slowly. "Although the Lord will satisfy all your requests, your method is wrong."

"Then what should I do?" Jason was stunned after hearing this.

"Like this, you go steal something to fill your stomach, and then come to our church to donate money to redeem your sins, praying for the Lord to forgive your crimes." The priest made a cross and said with a pious look.

"I never thought that someone would actually make me buy indulgences." Jason was shocked by the priest's words and said dumbfoundedly.

"I never thought that a benefactor would come to beg from a priest." The priest sighed.

"...Are you really a priest?" Jason stood up and looked closely at the priest in front of him.

Just by looking at his attire, the person in front of him indeed looked like a member of the clergy, but what he was holding in his hand was not a Bible, but the latest issue of Playboy. A smell of alcohol emanated from his body, and hanging on his neck was... damn, that was a lighter.

A cross was carved on the lighter, and Jason felt like this was like leaving a pair of underpants for God.

"Of course, I am a proper priest who has studied in the Vatican. My name is Roland." Father Roland introduced himself. Noticing Jason's gaze, he began to introduce enthusiastically, "Spirit Lament lighter, the same model as Hellblazer Constantine. The design adopts the holy seal pattern of Saint Benedict, which is very suitable for clergy like us. Are you also interested in this?"

There were simply too many points Jason wanted to roast, and he fell silent for a moment. After a while, he said, "Why is what you're hanging on your chest a lighter?"

"Oh, that's because whenever I go to a bar, someone always steals my lighter, so I thought of this method." Roland shrugged. "It really works quite well. I haven't lost it once since I hung it on my chest."

...Jason fell silent. He felt that running to a broken church at this time and meeting an Arkham-reserve priest was simply the stupidest decision he had ever made in his life.

"I always feel like you're thinking of something impolite." Roland narrowed his eyes and looked at Jason.

"Not at all." Jason rolled his eyes and turned to leave.

"Wait, I see it wasn't easy for you to find your way here anyway. Have a meal before you leave." Roland called out to Jason, "I'll cook some noodles for you."

"Fine." Jason watched Roland walk into the small kitchen on the side and began to look at the surrounding environment.

Soon, Roland walked out carrying two bowls of noodles.

"Authentic Italian bolognese, have a taste." Roland pushed a bowl of noodles in front of Jason.

"You'd better not say that in front of people from the Falcone family, or they will definitely butcher you." Jason sighed.

Roland rolled his eyes. "You've just never had the authentic ones. Once you try them, you'll know how good they taste."

"My companions are still hungry, and I can't eat anything alone right now. Otherwise, shouldn't I just take these noodles back?" Jason thought about it, but didn't dare to eat all the noodles directly, worrying that his ribs would hurt the next day.

"...Then take them back. You don't need to bring the plate back later." Roland decided to be thoroughly kind.

"Thanks for the hospitality, I'm leaving first." Jason walked away carrying the plate.

"Why the rush..." Roland muttered while eating his own bowl of noodles, completely unaware that the clothes of Jason, who was leaving in a hurry, were much bulkier than when he had arrived.

[Goodwill Value +40]

"Strange, how could this guy contribute so much Goodwill Value just by eating a meal of mine?" Roland ate his noodles in puzzlement.

That's right, Roland was a time traveler, and this Goodwill Value was the system he obtained when he time-traveled.

[When you do good deeds, you will gain Goodwill Value]

[When you redeem others, you will gain Redemption Value]

[Whenever Goodwill Value reaches 100 points, a lucky draw will be triggered. The prizes are items or abilities related to various worlds and believers.]

[Every 1 point of Redemption Value can slightly increase the probability of winning rare items.]

[Current Goodwill Value: 100]

[Items: None]

[Abilities: None]

Roland had been in Gotham for a week, and he deeply felt how rustic the folk customs here were. Doing good deeds was even harder than doing bad things. Wanting to gather these 100 points of Goodwill Value, if it were in another city, helping old ladies cross the street every day would be enough to accumulate them, but in Gotham, it was not that simple.

On the first day, before he even realized it, all the cash on him had vanished, and then 60 points of Goodwill Value were credited.

Subsequently, penniless, he had no choice but to steal from an Italian restaurant, and was almost blown away by a cook with a gun.

Fortunately, that cook's marksmanship was truly terrible. Aiming at Roland, he instead shot out the restaurant's chandelier, which allowed Roland and the spaghetti in his hands to escape disaster.

In his panic, Roland accidentally walked into this abandoned church. Considering that the system on him should have something to do with God judging by its art style, maybe he could be protected in a church.

So Roland found a vestment to wear inside, pretending to be a priest to see if he could scam some incense money and find a safe means of transportation to leave Gotham.

But now...

[Your Goodwill Value has reached 100 points. Do you want to start the lucky draw?]

"Start!" This was Roland's first time doing a lucky draw, and he was also very looking forward to what could be unlocked.

A golden disc appeared before his eyes, divided into densely packed small areas. Each area had a line of small text written on it, and a few lines flashed with dazzling light, instantly attracting Roland's attention.

Lorgar's writings: Lectitio Divinitatus

Enrico Pucci's Stand: White Snake

Enrico Pucci's Stand: Made in Heaven

Po Meng's realm: Magnetic Field Rotation ninety-four hundred thousand horsepower

Kirei Kotomine's martial art: Bajiquan

Shi Buzhuan's skill: Sacred Fire

Abbé Faria's wealth: Treasure of Monte Cristo Island

As for the other areas, they were written with some relatively ordinary items, such as a cross, a Bible, a Tyr Silver Coin, and things like that.

I wonder if 30 Tyr Silver Coins can be exchanged for a Jesus... Roland thought for a moment, and flicked the pointer on the disc.

The roulette wheel spun at an extremely fast speed. It was unknown how many circles it made before the speed gradually slowed down, and the central pointer slid downward at a slow speed.

In the end, the slender pointer stopped at a glowing area.

[Caesar Gattuso's Word Spirit: Kamaitachi]