System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

It's a sense of crisis.

Although he didn't know where the crisis was, when Syl first woke up, he felt like he was being targeted by a "hunter".

This is the same feeling as when Syl was playing CSGO in his previous life, when he opened the camera, he found that a sniper was aiming at him.

The secretion of adrenaline accelerated, and the heartbeat surged, as if he was about to be sniped one tenth of a second later.

And there was indeed such a person beside me at that time...

Although I don't remember his appearance, but looking at his clothes, he looks like a priest.

Due to the incomplete fusion with the memory in her brain, she couldn't match such a person in her mind, or in other words, the original body hadn't noticed who he was.

Like an insignificant person you meet by chance.

And...the world has "magic"...

This is a fact confirmed by his own left hand.

At least the church he belongs to definitely possesses some inexplicable special power, and it is this power that healed his left hand.

This novel experience and the shock he received when he first arrived did not make Syl feel any fear of the world.

On the contrary, Syl gave birth to greater curiosity.

Think about it, magic, steam, gods, the Holy See... Which boy can resist the temptation of this wonderful power?

Oh, I'm not a boy anymore, that's all right.

Thinking of this, Searle's mood instantly sank.

Ugh......

Generally speaking, the protagonist is the one who travels through, right?Is it normal for the protagonist to open a harem?

But now it's all nonsense.

Thinking of this, Syl tugged at the collar of his clothes.

This simple skirt made of linen, I don't know who changed it for me, it's always uncomfortable to wear.

I don't know if it's because the skin is too tender or something, but her whole feeling about the clothes has become different.

In addition to the fact that the clothes were easy to slip off, the tactile sensation of the cloth rubbing against the body also made Searle's scalp tingle.

Just as Searle was thinking wildly, there was a burst of brisk footsteps outside the door.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

"Syl~ I'm coming in~"

Before Syl responded, the door was already opened.

Immediately afterwards, Syl saw a cute girl in a black monk's uniform and short brown hair, closing the door and walking towards her bouncingly.

"Sister Syl, you're finally awake~" The girl sat on the small wooden stool next to Syl's bed, looked at Syl with a smile and said, "If you don't wake up, the best time of the day will slip away~"

Syl looked at the lovely girl in front of her, tilted her head in confusion, and tried her best to search for her impression in her mind.

The same dormitory...the nun who attended the class together...the friend who talked about everything...and...the person I saw before I fainted that day... .

Sigmar Neumann.It's a somewhat masculine name, but the owner of the name is a lively and beautiful girl.

"Yesterday you really scared me, Sister Syl, how could you pierce your own hand with a candlestick?" At this point, Sigma paused, and whispered to Syl, "Mr. Andaman doesn't know why, Recently, it has been preaching that you were bewitched by the devil, and I heard you speak some indescribable languages."

Andaman?

Bewitched?

Indescribable language?

Syl, who was still a little dizzy at first, felt a dull pain in his head when he heard this.

"Andaman may bring that Shawnee old woman for inspection later..."

Before Sigma could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

Sigma looked back, as if seeing something, the whole person jumped up like a spring, and stood obediently against the wall, not daring to make any sound.

The visitor was an old woman, followed by a middle-aged man, and behind them were two fully armed men who looked like knights.

"Sill?" The old woman looked at Searle indifferently, and asked, "How do you feel now?"

"Sister Shawnee, I feel pretty good, but my head is still a little dizzy." Searle lowered his head slightly, so as not to expose his expression to the eyes of the sharp-eyed old woman.

"Sister Shawnee, it's absolutely true. When I saw little Searle yesterday, she was just talking nonsense, something I couldn't understand at all, as if it didn't seem to be the language of this world."

"I swear by my devotion to the goddess that everything I say is true."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man took off his hat, put his index finger and thumb on his left collarbone, and pulled it horizontally to the right, as if doing some religious gesture.

Sister Shawnee turned her head and stared at the middle-aged man for a long time.

After being silent for an unknown amount of time, Sister Shawnee spoke again: "You are indeed not lying, Brother Andaman."

"Take Syl to the confinement room first. It's not suitable for her to appear outside these two days. It's okay to miss one or two of the God's Choice Conference." Shawny made the same gesture as Andaman with his right hand.

"Sister Shawnee!" For some reason, Sigma, who was still terrified just now, stopped Shawnee who was about to turn around and leave, and pleaded, "Syl can chat normally, she knows who I am, and we She spoke..."

"Don't worry about the child," Shawney stretched out his withered right hand, gently touched Sigma's head, and said with a smile, "It's just a divine check. I also believe that Syl won't fall into a cult."

"But..." Sigma wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Andaman.

"The God's Choice Conference is only held once every five years. It has been almost 200 years since a saint was elected. Little Sear's absence this time will not affect her. She will still have a chance to participate in five years' time."

As he said that, Andaman also wanted to imitate Shawnee and reached out to touch Sigma's head, but Sigma avoided it.

Seeing that his hand was empty, the smile on Andaman's face disappeared: "The most important thing is not to offend the goddess because of individual cultists."

After leaving these words, Andaman turned and left the room.

Shawnee also comforted Sigma twice, then waved his hand, and the two knights behind Shawnee walked towards Syl.

Soon, Syl was framed and walked towards the place called the confinement room.

The cold and hard armor hurt Searle, but her mind was not on it.

She was completely distracted by a strange voice in her head.

"Ding--"

Seale: "!!!"

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Chapter 3 Holy Light Drift

Transmigrating itself is not an ordinary thing, and Searle doesn't think it's strange when there is a system sound at this time.

This is the legendary system, right?

Syl didn't say anything until he was escorted into the confinement room. When the escorted knight left and sat on the stool in the confinement room, and stayed alone in the dark room, Syl yelled softly in Chinese. .

"system?"

In an instant, a screen appeared in front of Searle.

"Scanning world data..."

"Scanning is complete, danger level: crazy"

"Scanning host data..."

"Name: Syl"

"Occupation: Prospective Nun (White·Zero Level)"

"Strength: 9"

"Physique: 8"

"Inspiration: 0"

"Agility: 11"

"Charm: 21"

"Skill: None"

"Card Pool: None"

"Number of lottery draws: 1"

"Comprehensive evaluation: no evaluation ^^"

Syl stared blankly at the data that kept popping up on the pale golden screen in front of him, feeling a little complicated.

What a low panel. From the looks of it, normal people should be between 9 and 12.

Syl's eyelids twitched when he saw the facial expression behind the evaluation.

I don't know why, but when I saw this, I really wanted to give the system two punches.

Temporarily letting go of this impulse in his heart, Searle continued to ask: "System, what does the number of lottery draws mean?"

Seale was intrigued from the moment he saw the lottery.

Could it be the common system lottery?Draw all kinds of skills, all kinds of talents, and then make all kinds of cups and face.

This system directly answered Searle's question, and it seems that AI is not too low.

"Just say it in your heart, you don't need to say it^^_"

Seeing the more and more outrageous facial expressions behind him, Syl suppressed his gradually irritable mood, and asked silently in his heart: "System, what is the lottery?"

"Lottery draw, pinyin chōu jiǎng, promotion and reward; the winner is determined by lottery^^D"

"This crooked mouth is getting more and more outrageous!"

"Also! I'm asking you what you are drawing in this lottery and how to draw it. I'm not asking you to copy Baidu Encyclopedia's answer!"

Finally, Syl couldn't hold back anymore, and he slammed the system hard in his heart.

Finally, after spending some time communicating intimately with the system, Seale finally understood the system and the function of the lottery.