Chapter 84

Walking into the living room, Kathleen was sitting on the sofa, watching a cheap American family drama. Seeing Irmir's door open, she offered him a bag of snacks and said, "Come and watch TV with me. You've been sleeping in your room all day."

"No, I need to go out for a bit," Irmir said as he put on his coat and grabbed a backpack from his room.

In this aspect, he couldn't compare to Peter Parker, who always wore his Spider-Man suit underneath his clothes, ready to change by just taking off his coat and putting on a mask. Irmir's Freddy Krueger costume, however, wasn't that simple; he had to carry it in a backpack for emergencies.

He was indeed influenced by this Marvel world, and Irmir was gradually getting used to the mindset of a costumed hero.

Kathleen didn't ask where Irmir was going, but she looked a bit worried as she lifted her wrist to check the time. It was already close to midnight. Her brother never went out at this hour before.

"Be careful on your way. If anything happens, remember to call me," Kathleen got up from the sofa, knelt down, and shook her phone at Irmir.

"Sure, don't worry. I'm just meeting a friend," Irmir smiled, though he was a bit nervous inside.

Who knew what kind of person could enter his meditation and summon him, and whether this person was friend or foe. He didn't tell Kathleen the details; in Irmir's view, his sister was just an ordinary person, and he could protect her. There was no need to burden her with these supernatural matters, causing her unnecessary worry.

Watching Irmir rush out, Kathleen had no heart for TV. Without relying on a woman's intuition, she could sense that Irmir was hiding something. She silently returned to her room, changed into a black tracksuit, and quietly followed him out.

New York at night was still brightly lit, known as the most prosperous and civilized metropolis in America. However, it was often in this facade of prosperity that the most terrifying sins were born.

Hell's Kitchen was a prime example, filled with the byproducts of civilization. Unless necessary, people living there rarely ventured out after eight o'clock.

Even the underground workers seen on the streets and alleys, hunched over and engaged in clandestine activities, had their pockets bulging with guns or drugs.

These dangerous streets were the blind spots of the law; even the NYPD turned a blind eye.

But these were not the most dangerous or the most evil.

The most terrifying thing was the underground empire that controlled criminal activities worldwide. Kingpin was the only boss in Hell's Kitchen, and no one, including Fisk, could question his authority.

Fisk, a villain who had killed Matt's father and still roamed free without being taken down by Daredevil, was a testament to the vast power behind him.

No wonder Kathleen was worried about Irmir going out. Even if he wasn't hiding anything from her, just walking the streets at night was extremely dangerous.

However, Irmir felt no fear. With his ghostly abilities, he believed that no matter how bad or vicious the criminals, they couldn't gain any advantage over him.

Ha, if someone could benefit from a vengeful ghost, they would have already transcended the ordinary and wouldn't be a low-level street thug.

Kathleen followed Irmir nervously, protecting him until they left the Hell's Kitchen district, then she let out a slight sigh of relief. Along the way, she had hidden her presence and secretly dealt with many small-time thugs who had designs on her bookish brother.

From the time Irmir left the apartment building until he exited Hell's Kitchen, the alleys were filled with the unconscious bodies of the unlucky ones Kathleen had knocked out.

They had just tried to take advantage of a young man who dared to walk the streets at night. Little did they know, this seemingly weak young man was accompanied by a professionally trained elite like Kathleen, and getting beaten up was their own fault.

Irmir didn't notice anything unusual. Apart from the abilities he gained after becoming a vengeful ghost, his physical attributes were not much different from an ordinary person.

In his previous life, he was a regular white-collar worker, and in this world, he was known for being a coward and a bookworm. He had never undergone any counter-surveillance training, and if he could detect Kathleen's movements, that would be truly bizarre.

Following the feeling that summoned him, he wandered to the intersection outside Columbia University. St. John the Divine Cathedral, adjacent to Columbia University, looked particularly eerie and terrifying under the night sky.

Unlike Columbia University, which had many students studying late into the night, the cathedral was dark and silent, like a giant shadow looming over the city.

St. John the Divine Cathedral, the most famous church in New York, was founded in 1892. Built using traditional methods, it is the third-largest church in the world and the largest Gothic cathedral.

The entire cathedral covers 121,000 square feet and is 600 feet long, equivalent to two American football fields.

Since the magical texts were moved to the St. John's Knights Library on the Columbia University campus, the church was opened to the public. Under Father Terence's leadership, it served as a sanctuary for the upper echelons of New York to confess, get married, and baptize their newborns.

The force that summoned Irmir came from here. Looking at the vast cathedral, Irmir frowned. Perhaps because vengeful ghosts were dark creatures, he naturally felt a dislike for churches.

He wasn't afraid; the holy power in the church couldn't harm him. He just found it distasteful. That's why, since his rebirth, he had always tried to avoid Father Terence, who had led him to join the St. John's Knights.

However, since Father Terence had used holy power to summon him tonight, he couldn't avoid it. Irmir gritted his teeth and saw that the cathedral door was slightly ajar, left open for him.

Despite his memories of the cathedral, walking inside still deeply impressed Irmir. It was like the difference between a photo and reality; no matter how vivid a photo, it couldn't match the impact of seeing it in person.