System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Syl looked around subconsciously, and soon noticed the unusual place above his head.

Although it's bright here, it's not the blue sky above, but a huge black mud-like thick fog of human faces and myself floating in front of the thick fog.

In the scene in the sky, the man's face with a huge mouth was almost completely covering him, as long as his mouth was closed, he would be completely swallowed.

But this image seems to be completely still, motionless, and Searle is also observing himself in the sky in an outsider's way.

Although he didn't know what happened, Searle knew that he was safe...for now.

"Here?" The girl who couldn't see her face in front of her smiled lightly and said, "This is my world, um... you can understand it as my home."

"You are..." Syl looked at the girl in front of him, a little surprised.

Because Syl found that she couldn't remember the characteristics of the girl in front of her at all, and maybe she would forget her as long as she shifted her sight a little.

Generally, when observing others, one can always remember or recognize a person from their hair color, hairstyle or appearance, but the girl in front of her does not have any characteristics at all.

It was as if there was only one "concept" standing in front of Searle, but in fact, Searle didn't know whether she was a girl or something else.

She is not simple...

Soon, Syl thought of the golden leaf he swallowed just now.

That is the Godhead of the Emerald God of Life.

Could it be that the emerald green god of life appeared in front of him with the "concept" of a girl?

If it is true, then it can be regarded as the second ancient god that Syl has seen.

The first one is naturally the crazy ruler.

"Can you walk with me for a while?" The girl in front of her extended her right hand towards Syl.

Her right hand was extremely blurry, and the periphery was covered with a layer of golden light that was so faint that it almost dissipated.

The girl seemed to know that Syl had guessed who she was, so she didn't answer Syl's question.

Looking at the right hand stretched out towards him, Syl hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his left hand, and held the girl's outstretched hand.

Anyway, now that he is in her territory, and she doesn't seem to have any malicious appearance, Syl decided to obey the girl for the time being.

To Syl's surprise, after touching the other's hand, what he felt was a somewhat warm touch.

It's like... the hand of a human girl, moist and warm.

After holding Syl's hand, the girl turned around with a smile, and led Syl to walk towards the giant tree.

The giant tree seemed to be in front of him, but after the two started walking, they found that they had no intention of moving towards the giant tree.

The surrounding scenery is receding, but the giant tree is like a virtual projection, fixed in front of Syl's field of vision, unable to approach.

The girl just led her along, shaking Syl's arm like a normal friend shopping, and stopped from time to time to bend down and smell the flowers on the ground.

Syl's mind was not so leisurely at this time. She looked up from time to time to make sure that the time outside had stopped before continuing to follow the girl with confidence.

Finally, Syl did not hold his breath, and when the girl stopped to tease a rabbit jumping over the grass, Syl spoke.

"That...what should I call you?"

Searle's tone was very polite, one was that the opponent was indeed stronger than himself, and the other was that he was still in the opposite territory.

And thirdly, Syl had a vague feeling that this emerald God of Life...wouldn't do anything to him.

"Me?" After touching the rabbit's head for the last time, the girl straightened her back and looked at Syl, "Well...let me think..."

The girl lowered her head slightly, as if she was really thinking seriously.

"Or, just call me Triss, I think it sounds nice." The girl seemed to have finally thought of a good name, raised her head and looked at Syl with a smile.

The girl in front of her made up a name in front of Searle indifferently.

Although she couldn't see her face clearly, Searle did feel the emotion of "laughing".

"Don't pay too much attention, it's just a code name," Triss said with a smile, "You don't seem to be able to see your real name and face right now."

Speaking of this, Searle certainly understood what Triss was referring to.

If he showed his true face directly in front of Syl, and recited his real name, facing Syl of the ancient god in the spiritual world of the ancient god, he might directly "bloom his head".

"Okay Triss..." Syl nodded and introduced to her, "My name is Syl."

"I know." Triss smiled and nodded, suddenly thought of something, raised her head and asked the sky, "That red-haired girl, what's her name?"

"Red hair?" Syl looked up in the direction her finger was pointing at, and saw where Triss was pointing.

It was the missionary behind the huge black mist of human faces, leaning on the back of the fawn, struggling to get up, and pointing one hand in the direction of the black mist of human faces.

"I generally call her a missionary," Syl said after a short silence, "if you want, you can also call her... Syl."

Perhaps because of being held by Triss and the infection of the surrounding environment, Searle actually directly stated that she and the missionary are of the same origin.

After saying this, Syl realized something was wrong instantly, but the words had already been spoken, and if he wanted to take them back, he couldn't take them back.

Wait... who was I chatting with just now?

Suddenly, Syl saw a glowing left hand blocking his eyes.

Syl withdrew his gaze to the sky, looked down at the girl, and saw Cui Se standing on tiptoe and raising her left hand in front of her, as if she wanted to attract her attention.

"It's okay." Seeing Syl looking at her, Triss breathed a sigh of relief, stuck out her tongue and said, "I almost have to 'meet you' for the first time again."

"Again?" Syl blinked and asked curiously, "How many times have we... met?"

"Sorry, I'm always attracted by other scenery, let me think about it..." Triss put her left hand on her chin, thought for a while, and nodded secretly, "It should be The tenth time, if I remember correctly."

"what?"

Searle blinked, a little confused.

She didn't have any memory of meeting this girl at all. Although she knew that she would forget her soon after she stopped looking at Triss, she didn't expect to have forgotten so many times at least ten times before.

How did my previous self talk to her?Have you ever lied?What did you say to her?

"I just asked about that red-haired girl and that cute little deer," Triss smiled, and squeezed Syl's left hand, "Don't be nervous, Syl."

After that, Triss raised her head and looked towards the sky, but Syl dared not look away, and Syl stared at Triss firmly.

"I appreciate you, Syl, um...Red Twintails Syl."

Triss raised her head and said with a smile, now Syl doesn't need to raise her head to know who Triss is looking at.

That's right, missionaries.

She said thank you...

Is it because of that dying angel thing?

The Holy Spirit who burned himself up in order to continue his faith left a deep impression on Syl... It also has something to do with the horror of the scene at that time.

"Without the support of the faith of the more than 1000 believers, maybe I have fallen into a deep sleep now." Triss shook her head lightly, retracted her gaze, and looked at Syl again, "Should I thank you, Star Soul? .”

star...what the hell?

What is a star soul?

In the past, Searle made up words to explain to others, but now there is a situation where two familiar words are combined together and Searle doesn't know what it is.

"Uh...have you...recognized the wrong person?" Searle said in a low voice.

"No, except for Star Soul, no one has such power...Manipulating time, balancing the world, creating rituals..."

"And you can piece together souls from so many different eras..."

Triss looked into Syl's eyes and spoke calmly.

And the more Triss said, the more Syl frowned.

What's the situation... She didn't understand what the star soul she was talking about.

But besides the star soul, I completely understand everything.

That is his own system, as well as character cards.

"Is the loss of life really what you want to see? Galasia." Triss looked at Syl, and Syl could feel the pain in her eyes.

It's the kind of pain that you know is going to happen but you can't stop it.

But Searle still didn't understand half of what Tris said.

But this time, Syl understood one of the words.

Galacia is the name of the place where Syl is located, and the name of this planet. Although it is rarely mentioned, it is indeed recorded in books.

Galacia star.

Triss calls herself Galasia?

Why call yourself by the name Galasia?And what star soul am I?

Wait...Star Soul...Galassia Star...

"System?" Searle said silently in his heart.

What is rare is that this is the first time Syl failed to call out the system.

In the past, the system that responded immediately no matter where it was, now it seemed to be shut down, and there was no response at all.

Searle had a bold guess in his heart.

Could it be... the system is the so-called star soul?

And myself, is the soul summoned by the system from an unknown era?

Things started to get complicated.

Star Soul, Ancient God, Outer God, the "disaster" in the mouth of the ancient god, the "disaster" in the mouth of the system...

Thinking of the conjecture that the ancient gods he imagined before and the disaster described by the system were not the same disaster, Syl began to have a bad premonition in his heart.

But now Syl knows too little. She doesn't know what to do next, whether she should trust the ancient god in front of her, or the system that hangs up and doesn't tell the truth.

"Although I don't know what you're talking about," Syl took a deep breath, shook his head, and said, "But I really don't want to see the era continue to be destroyed in such an endless cycle."

"Although it sounds naive, I have people and things that I must protect, and this will not change."

Triss looked at Searle motionless, looked into her eyes, and held her right hand tightly.

No matter from the eyes of Syl, or any action, or mental fluctuations, Syl did not lie.