Chapter 654: D238. Lord
That was a bloody day written in thick strokes in the history of the Kingdom.
On that day, under the conspiracy of the Black Gate, the capital of the Kingdom and the old Royal City underwent an exchange,
The once-proud Knowledge Sanctuary of the Kingdom was contaminated by the Depraved Mages addicted to knowledge, subverted by the cruel and ignorant Winged People, and beca a breeding ground for evil.
Lives were ruined, cries of lant were everywhere, and the once prosperous capital transford into a prison of hell, overflowing with despair, where fear was omnipresent.
Everything seed to be slipping into an irreversible abyss, the shadows of death and destruction covering every inch of land, as if it were the end of the world.
Then, He descended.
In that tragic desperation, a great figure appeared out of thin air.
The Holy Snake, her Radiance, shattered all darkness.
When countless people were trapped in the mire of pain, she brought healing snow, nding shattered lives; when evil forces attempted to swallow the last hope, she brought majestic light, crushing the arrogant villains; when people slipped into the abyss of despair, she brought rciful salvation, dispelling all suffering.
On that day, her majestic body standing under the sky was like a pillar supporting the world.
Her presence was so grand, so unshakable, that all the surviving people could not help but bow their heads in reverence and worship her Radiance.
Ah, our Holy Mother—our Savior.
[Church Faction: Holy Snake Worship (Great Success 30)]
D100 30 = d100(51) 30 = 81
After that, it’s been [] days
D120 = d120(35) = 35
→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←
In the early morning, the Hero suddenly awoke from bed in shock.
[Where is this?]
1.5. Royal Capital Cathedral
2.6. Rural Church
3.7. Holy City Headquarters
4.8. Border Church
9. A Common Farmhouse
10. Great Success/Extre Failure
D10 = d10(6) = 6
♛: Rural Church
The bright sunlight stread through the window panes, scattering fine golden rays. Outside, the crisp chirping of birds called people to the start of a new day.
Today was undoubtedly a cloudless day, perfect for worship.
But the girl with erald eyes just lay dazed in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above.
“So unfamiliar…”
She murmured in confusion, blinking her watery eyes.
She threw off the blanket, sat up in bed, her silky black hair cascading smoothly like silk, not at all tangled as one might expect upon waking.
‘I feel like I’ve forgotten sothing important?’
She asked herself inwardly.
[The Resistance of the Depraved Hero (50-, 90-, 100)]
D100 = d100(20) = 20
‘Are you kidding , how would I know what you’ve forgotten?’
Another self’s lazy voice echoed in the depths of her mind, carrying the sa sleepy tone. After yawning, it continued impatiently:
‘Praying at church every day has turned your brain to mush in just a month? You weren’t that smart to begin with, but I didn’t think your brain was this fragile.
‘That’s why I said from the beginning, we shouldn’t have co to the church to beco a nun.’
The Hero wanted to retort to her other self, reminding her they shared the sa brain, but hearing those words, she was montarily stunned.
‘? A nun?’
She turned her head to see a fairly new black nun’s clothes hanging on the wall beside her.
The Hero slipped her fair little feet into the slippers by the bed, walked to the wall, and then took off her robe.
Monastic robe, sleeves, waist belt, headscarf…
[The length and thickness of the socks]
2D10 = 7, 3
Finally, she pulled the thin yet warm white long socks up to her thighs, gently adjusting their position, leaving a patch of skin even fairer than the socks. She then let down the hem of her monastic robe.
The Hero skillfully changed into her clothes, as if having done so countless tis before, the well-fitting fabric tracing her elegant yet slightly imperfect curves.
But after putting on the nun’s clothes and sitting back on the bed, she felt as though she was wearing this type of clothes for the first ti, a strange contradiction that left the Hero’s expression confused.
Nevertheless, she was indeed a nun.
Although it had only been about a month since she joined the church, she had already gained so renown in this small rural church.
Her grandfather, the only noble in the locality, and her village chief grandma, the manager, had been out traveling for so ti now.
Although there were no serious managent tasks in this rural village, losing leaders like them still made the ordinary residents anxious.
After all, even if this place was peaceful, it was just an ordinary village, without thick walls or strong guards.
And it was just last year that the neighboring village not far from here was invaded by goblins, resulting in many deaths. Though those green-skins were completely wiped out by a passing female adventurer—the reputation of the Lantern Mute Girl had spread here—the villagers always hoped for a great figure to preside over the village.
And at this ti, the girl who volunteered appeared.
Although she only served as a small nun in the church, with no status or power, those who had seen her shatter large rocks in performances or knew she was the granddaughter of the noble lord and the daughter of the city’s Great Mage, felt reassured just by her presence. The villagers almost ignored the cleric originally presiding over the church.
“There’s really nothing wrong… but sothing still feels off.”
The Hero sat cross-legged on the bed, recalling the past month’s events, her toes restlessly moving in their socks, pondering deeply.
At that mont, there was a knock at the door.
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