The little pastor is taking care of the weirdness of divinity

Chapter 1 Impossible Mission
The dawn is silent.

The early morning drunken wind sneaked into the bedroom and gently lifted the pages of the diary on the table——

The square words on the diary are different from any words in the world - they are not beautiful elven script, nor are they tough dwarf script, nor are they ancient secret scripts that are too ancient to be described.

They are Chinese!
The text flashed away:
“Not long ago, at night, I came here without any warning (I mean, without a big truck)—Rioli, the fantasy world of magic punk in the game “Nightfall.”

“I became the priest character I just created in the game: a level 1 priest serving [Eternal Light].

"The Eternal Light, the neutral good among the Nine Gods of Rioli, the Eternal, the Doorless, the Light of a Thousand Lights, the Last of the Ages. The god of light, knowledge, magic, and time, manifested in many forms Light spheres that gather radiance and layer on top of each other.

"Less than a minute after I traveled through time, I faced a challenge that was absolutely impossible for a level 1 priest - to treat a dozen people who were seriously injured in the fire!
"Fortunately - I was surprised to find that my identity as a [game player] has reshaped the natural laws around me, and the rules of the game have begun to replace reality..."

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Time goes back to that night——

The next second that Shabron realized that he was in another world, he was lifted into the air by a thick hand!
"You can only heal one person?"

The burly man grabbed the little priest's collar, with bulging veins, and lifted up Chabron completely.

"I apologize to you..." Chabron, who was almost lifted up in the air, showed no fear at all. He just moved his eyes slightly to avoid looking into the man's eyes.

The bright emerald eyes of the 15-year-old boy were filled with many different emotions.

The corners of Chabron's mouth twitched—memory collisions were making him suffer from a needle-pricking headache.Sweat drenched the molten golden hair, brightening the delicate but slightly tired face.

Next to Chabron, the tall priest Matruh stared at the burly man, with fire burning in his eyes:

"Jacks, this is a warning, please pay attention to your behavior! You clearly know that this child just mastered basic magic a few days ago, how could he heal so many wounded people?"

Jacks—the muscular man carrying Chabron—took a breath and put the little priest on the ground. Hu Zai was trembling slightly with excitement:
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was too excited..."

Chamberlain breathed heavily.He has only been in this world for a few minutes, and those "memories" that he never had and should not exist are pouring out:

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Chabron "remembered" that he was an orphan adopted by the priest Matruh.

A few months ago, his adoptive father took him to a border town called [Wind Breath Town] in the north of the kingdom, bought an old house and transformed it into a temple - the disgusting face of the profiteer when he quoted the price for the abandoned house was still there yesterday, but his adoptive father's face was There were no waves.

However, the windless town is like a clockwork machine, so rigorous that it is almost abnormal:

Every town citizen fulfills his or her duties and goes step by step, getting up, eating, working, and going to bed on time, and does not tolerate any deviations or foreign things.Everyone is like an honest screw, following the inherent social network, completely ignoring the existence of the two people.

The addition of strangers is like a discordant murmur in this giant gear.

For many days, only the adoptive father and Chabron sat in front of the temple window, bathing in the tranquil sunshine.The young man thought that there would at least be beggars in front of the door begging for copper coins and food, but he miscalculated: there are no beggars in a windless town, and sophisticated instruments never accommodate beggars.

The Temple of Eternal Light is still deserted, the old wooden doors are cracked under the load, and the windows are broken by stones thrown by children, but the silver-haired priest never seems to care about this.

A few days ago, something happened for the first time that could make Matruh's silver temples tremble - on the day when he came of age at the age of 15, Shabron received divine revelation and became a priest of the Eternal Light!

——These memories are even more real than his memories on Earth. The fragrance of violets in front of the town yesterday morning is clearly discernible in his memory.

However, just now, the townspeople who never cared about the two strangers swarmed into the temple!

On this windy night, the fire swept through the remote town overnight.

When the flames were finally extinguished by the sudden rain, every seriously injured person and their family members thought of the only spellcaster in the town who could cast healing spells——

The boy in the dilapidated temple that no one cares about, whom they usually ignore, is a young man named Shabron, the priest of the Eternal Light.

The vast majority of clergy have no cleric class.Even level 1 priests are rare and precious.Only Chabran's magic can heal the skin and regenerate the flesh and blood!
He is the only hope for this border town.

"It's really disappointing that a humanoid anomaly like me, which is specially designed to contain divine entities, has become a priest in another world." Chabron sighed in his heart.

In front of Chabron, in the already crowded small temple, in the open space at the entrance of the temple, under the emerald moonlight -

Groans caused by pain came and went, and the stench caused by burning flesh and blood spread everywhere.

The wounded had been simply bandaged, but what was really lacking was the comfort of divine magic.

Dozens of eyes were looking at him, except for a very few - the comatose who could not look towards the Savior.

Chabron concentrated his energy and used his mind to open the game data panel in his mind - this was the ability he had just discovered he had.

[Mana value: 2/4] (can still cast a one-level spell once)
At low levels (1-4), the caster has very limited mana!
"Before tomorrow, the only spells I have are..." Chabron looked around, and after a few seconds of silence, he mustered up the courage to say:
"Only one person can be healed!"

　Dear, the fictional game in this article refers to a little bit of DND ("Dungeons and Dragons"), but it doesn't matter if you haven't been exposed to DND!
　　Just treat it like an ordinary stand-alone RPG with warriors/mages/priests and upgrade with experience points (not an online game!).

　　The gameplay can refer to Bode/Divinity Original Sin, and the style of painting can refer to Japanese JRPGs.
　　
　
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