"Damn bitch..."
Andaman cursed viciously at Syl, who was flying through the sky like a rag.
The first time, it was just a casual desire to collect, wanting to keep her two eyeballs, but she had broken the hypnosis by self-harm.
But this time, she actually relied on the magic he had released. Was this the ability of a saint?
What Andaman couldn't understand was that she had saved herself twice in a row by self-harming, and each time was more ruthless than the last. Honestly, Andaman had never seen someone so ruthless to themselves.
Even though the Church of the Goddess of Hope was famous for its healing divine arts, he had never seen anyone capable of such cruelty to themselves.
But fortunately, even if she flew out of the Monastery now, she would be seriously injured upon falling and couldn't get very far.
Thinking of this, Andaman quickly picked up the candlestick on the ground and ran out of the Monastery.
On the other side, after being carried over the Monastery by the force of the gale, she slammed hard into the ground, almost passing out instantly.
Fortunately, her consciousness remained.
"System... clown..." Before her consciousness faded, she only had time to send this signal to the system before Syl's consciousness began to blur.
In a trance, Syl saw a card emitting white light shatter in the void.
The pain in her body disappeared, and her broken bones seemed to have recovered as if good as new.
But Syl knew that her original body had not healed and was still in a state of serious injury; she had merely switched bodies.
She just didn't know how long this situation could be maintained, or if she could stay in that space as long as her original body didn't come out, waiting for Syl to find a way to heal it?
Before Syl could continue thinking, that crazy and bizarre spirit once again assaulted Syl's will.
The immense pain and shock she had just experienced had already worn down most of Syl's spirit.
Now, the character's mental pollution was being transmitted again, making it somewhat impossible for Syl to resist.
"Hee... heehee..."
Behind the Monastery was a vast wheat field. Syl sat slumped in the wheat field, head bowed, chuckling like a lunatic.
She tried to stand up several times, but due to the lack of coordination in her body, she fell down again, flattening large swathes of the wheat field.
Combined with her comical clown costume and bizarre makeup, she looked just like a drunken circus performer.
Must... leave this place...
Syl had already given up on controlling her facial expressions and speech, and was doing her utmost to control her body so she could move.
But before she could do so, the pursuer had already arrived.
Andaman ran wildly all the way here.
Because he was undercover in the church, to avoid detection, he hadn't reached the intermediate level in either divine arts or spellcasting techniques.
Naturally, he didn't have those dazzling movement methods that one could only acquire after the intermediate level.
Finally, Andaman rushed to the wheat field behind the Monastery.
When Andaman saw the flattened wheat field, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and sneered.
"To think that even without divine arts or any extraordinary abilities, you could still make me look so pathetic. Honestly, you really are a..." Andaman said as he walked towards the figure in the wheat field.
But the closer he got, the more Andaman felt something was wrong.
How... is it someone with green hair?
Andaman dared not be arrogant anymore; he quickened his pace and walked towards the direction of the figure.
"Hee... hahaha..."
The closer he got to the figure, the stronger the unease in Andaman's heart grew.
This... isn't the saint!?
Watching the woman in front of him wobble to her feet, then fall back down, looking completely uninjured, Andaman raised his hand directly and began to construct a spell.
"Woman, lift your head." Andaman's tone carried a hint of anger.
Seeming to hear Andaman's voice, fear directly haunted Syl's heart.
She wanted to escape quickly because she had no power to fight back, but under the oppressive mental pressure of madness, she couldn't control herself well.
For a moment, a sense of despair spread over Syl's heart, and the clown magnified her inner emotions infinitely.
It finally evolved into her looking at Andaman, slowly standing up, crying and laughing at the same time.
"Wuwuwu... heehee..."
Looking at the woman in front of him who was like a lunatic, Andaman's mouth twitched, and the magic in his hand was unleashed.
A water ball shot towards Syl's face at an extremely high speed. Syl, who was already unsteady, was directly knocked flying and fell to the ground.
However, the makeup on her face was mostly washed away by the powerful water flow.
With narrow phoenix eyes, a high bridge of the nose, and thin lips, no matter how beautiful she was, it gave people a cold and indifferent feeling.
"Damn it!" Seeing this face, Andaman knew he might have failed.
The intelligence must have leaked at that level, causing the saint to have already been rescued.
Although the lunatic-like woman in front of him also had a pair of beautiful eyes, there was no time to collect them now.
Escaping with his life was more important.
Perhaps associating it with the scene after the mission failure, a feeling of fear was born in Andaman's heart. Before he left, this emotion was well transmitted to the disheveled madwoman on the ground.
[Fear Absorption]
As Andaman went away, the kidnapping crisis was declared over, but the crisis on Syl was still continuing.
In order to fight against the ravings in her mind, Syl, who had been experiencing great ups and downs, no longer had any energy to manage her own body.
Her hair and clothes, soaked by the water ball, were baked dry by the sun, and fleas and all kinds of insects crawled over her body unscrupulously.
From the blazing sun at noon to the chirping of insects at night, groups of church personnel passed by the wheat field, searching everywhere for the missing Syl, but they found nothing.
No one knew that the person they were desperately searching for had actually been in the wheat field next door all along, experiencing a life-and-death struggle in her mind.
Until evening, when all things returned to silence, Syl, whose mouth was almost crooked from grinning foolishly in the wheat field, finally stopped her laugh, which had become hoarse beyond measure.
Whether she submitted to the character card or was swallowed by the character card's spirit, Syl actually stood up smoothly, her movements not at all like someone with mental problems.
She was seen in the darkness, slowly and wantonly stretching her stiff body, as if performing a solo dance under the moonlight.
But combined with the ridiculous costume and the large, fixed, downward-flowing red makeup on her mouth, she looked like a cannibal with blood flowing from the corners of her mouth, appearing both terrifying and beautiful under the moonlight.
"Your fear, I have received it."
"Mr. Andaman."
"Are you well hidden?"
Syl's voice was hoarse and magnetic.
"Elegant Terrifying Clown"
"Synchronization Rate: 28%"