"The weather is nice... I feel like finding someone to kill..."
"A nice cell... It would be even better if it were inlaid with a few terrified faces..."
"Sss-ha..."
Abrupt and terrifying thoughts kept appearing in Syl's consciousness, seemingly wanting to invade her consciousness and take the initiative.
"You... who are you..." Syl's body trembled violently; even speaking seemed difficult.
The moment Syl finished asking this question, her body stopped trembling. She raised her head, revealing a face with exaggerated makeup: "Me? I am you."
"Dis... System... Disengage..." After Syl struggled to finish these words, a golden light flashed, and the eerie green-haired woman disappeared, leaving only Syl gasping for breath on the spot.
"System, what happened?" After calming down a little, Syl asked with lingering fear, "I seem to feel... I can't control my body after transforming."
"Is it already like this with just a white card? I really hope that the next time I see you, it won't be another person ^ ^"
"What do you mean..." Syl frowned slightly, "Can a character card replace me?"
"The madness carried within the character card will also affect you. You have to resist the mental erosion while acting as her."
"If you fail, the original body will change owners."
"Then why didn't you explain it to me before?" Letting herself transform without any prior knowledge, the more Syl thought about it, the more she felt this System was messing with her.
"For a white card, this System didn't think it was necessary to remind you. If you can't even resist the contamination of a white card, the System thinks it wouldn't be bad to change Hosts ^ ^"
Syl looked at the text displayed by the System and fell silent.
If she hadn't been able to resist that mental contamination just now, she might have already turned into a real clown...
And her original body would have instead become a character card for the character card. A golden Saintess character card.
Thinking of this, Syl felt a chill down her spine.
She licked her somewhat dry lips and looked at the card in her hand.
At this moment, the card face was no longer the image of a green-haired clown woman standing; instead, a cage had appeared.
And the clown woman was inside the cage, gripping the bars with both hands, looking outside the card with terrified eyes. Yet, although her eyes were terrified, the corners of her mouth were smiling wantonly and crazily.
This extremely twisted and eerie upper and lower face looked exactly like the scene when Syl was struggling mentally with the card just now.
Sure enough, a good thing like having an extra life doesn't come easily.
Syl also noticed that the compatibility, which was 0% just a moment ago, had already risen to 10%.
Does the compatibility rise to 10% just by being able to cancel the transformation effect?
It seems very simple, but if she could, Syl wouldn't want to transform a second time at all.
Syl waved her hand, and the clown card turned into points of light and dissipated into the air.
Although the side effects of the System's cards are severe, their functionality is too strong; giving them up is definitely not an option.
She can only wait until her original body becomes a little stronger before trying again; after all, she is only at the zeroth rank right now.
"Task triggered"
"Task: Ambition"
"Difficulty: ★★★☆☆"
"Description: The aristocratic lackeys hiding in the Monastery have already received the news of the Saintess's appearance immediately."
"The only person who knows your identity, the Pope, has been tied up. Can you survive for three days amidst the kidnapping army and live until the Pope returns?"
"Countdown: 71:59:55"
"Task Reward: Lottery Chance X1"
"Hidden Reward:???"
"System? What do you mean?" Syl was still patting her chest to calm her nerves when she was suddenly bewildered by the panel that jumped out in front of her.
"Literal meaning. Run quickly, Host, you don't have much time left ^ ^"
In such a short amount of time, there are people other than the Pope who know I have become the Saintess?
And they are going to make a move to kidnap me right after the Pope left?
Thinking about it, it makes sense; if they waited for the Pope to return after making proper arrangements, they would definitely protect the Saintess strictly.
Taking advantage of the fact that the Pope just left, they sent experts to hold back Pope Sharon, while simultaneously sending people to kidnap the Saintess.
Fortunately, the System gave a heads-up; otherwise, Syl would have had no idea that such a thing would happen.
She didn't even have time to complain about why she was so unlucky. Syl stood up quickly and walked towards the door of the confinement room, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open the door of the confinement room.
Good grief, did the Pope help close the door on his way out before his cool Teleportation?
Thanks a lot!
Fortunately, it's just a wooden door. If she thinks of a way, she can definitely destroy it...
But the confinement room was empty, with only...
Syl looked again at the exquisitely shaped "mountain"-shaped candlestick on the wall.
So she really can't get around the candlestick, huh.
Syl picked the candlestick up from the floor, pulled out the candle, and placed the candle on the floor.
Since the confinement room was underground, the wood was somewhat damp. Syl tentatively stabbed the wooden door with the spiked candlestick, and it was very easy to smash a small hole in it.
"Thump—thump—thump—"
The loud sound of banging on the door was endless. In normal times, guards would definitely have come to ask about it, but today the underground confinement room was exceptionally quiet.
"Bang—"
As Syl lifted her nun's skirt and kicked it for the last time, the wooden door, which had been surrounded by a large circle of holes made by the spikes, was kicked directly, creating a large gap.
She couldn't care about whether the wooden splinters would prick her or anything like that. Syl quickly crawled out through the hole, then ran up along the stairs, finally seeing the light.
Syl, having run out of the underground confinement room, hadn't even had time to breathe in a breath of fresh air before she looked at the person in front of her, her expression freezing.
Andaman looked at Syl and asked with a fake smile: "Saintess Syl, in such a hurry, where are you going?"
Syl raised the candlestick to be on guard; this was already the handiest weapon she could bring out.
Damn it... everyone in the Monastery is probably gathered in the auditorium because of the God-Selection Ceremony.
It's too far away. No matter how much she shouts now, it's another matter whether anyone can hear her. She would probably be captured before she could even shout, right?
Only at this moment did Syl deeply realize her own weakness. This feeling made her very... annoyed.
She still has to think about how to escape. Syl moved her feet slowly, letting her back be in a relatively open position.
At the same time, Syl saw Andaman muttering something, and his right hand also pulled something out from his monastic robe.
It's not Divine Art, it's magic!
An extremely complex formation took shape in Andaman's hand. With a snap of Andaman's fingers, two spiked cold ice chains shot towards Syl like two snakes.
Damn, you're the villain, can't you blabber a bit more?
Syl only had time to raise her hand and throw the candlestick towards Andaman, and she also jumped up, seemingly trying to dodge this already-formed magic.
Andaman looked at the candlestick flying towards him, smiled disdainfully, and raised his hand to block it.
And before he covered his face with the sleeve of his monastic robe, Andaman saw a scene that puzzled him.
Saintess Syl... she is laughing wildly?
After the cold ice chains approached within half a meter of Syl, they turned into two violent gusts of wind, slamming fiercely into Syl's lower abdomen. The immense pain almost made her faint.
However, the powerful wind also carried Syl's jumping body, instantly knocking Syl flying away.
Didn't expect that, did you, Andaman? This is my escape route!
Syl, spurting blood in the air, could only shout this line in her heart. She is probably the only one who can still find joy in sorrow under such a critical situation.