System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Then the capital for one's own life is the cards in his hand...

"clown."

As Syl's voice fell, the card in Syl's hand flashed brilliantly, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted, but calm was restored in an instant.

When he came back to his senses, there was only a tall young woman sitting on the only wooden bench in the confinement room.

She looked down at the ground, her gray-green hair hanging down, covering her face with ridiculous makeup, she didn't know what she was thinking about.

Section 7 Chapter 7 She is laughing wildly!

The weather is fine... I want to find someone to kill...

Nice cell...would be even better with a few terrified faces in it...

sha...

Sudden and terrifying thoughts kept appearing in Syl's consciousness, as if they wanted to invade her consciousness and take the initiative.

"You... who are you..." Syl's body trembled violently, even speaking seemed to be difficult.

The moment Searle finished asking this sentence, Searle's body stopped shaking, and he raised his head, revealing a face with exaggerated makeup: "Me? I am you."

"Delete...system...delete..." After Syl finished speaking with difficulty, a golden light flashed, and the strange green-haired woman disappeared. Syl was left gasping for breath.

"System, what's going on?" After calming down a bit, Searle asked with some fear, "I seem to feel... I can't control my transformed body."

"Is it just the white card? I really don't want to see you next time with another person^^"

"What do you mean..." Syl frowned slightly, "Can the character card replace me?"

"The madness carried in the character card will also affect yourself. You have to play yourself as her while resisting spiritual erosion."

"If it fails, then the main body changes hands"

"Then why didn't you explain it to me before?" Letting himself transform without knowing it, the more Syl thought about it, the more he felt that the system was messing with him.

"White card, the system doesn't think it's necessary to remind. If the pollution of the white card can't resist, the system thinks it's good to change the body^^"

Searle looked at the text displayed by the system and fell silent.

If he hadn't been able to resist the mental pollution just now, maybe the current self has become a real clown...

And his own body, instead, became a character card of a character card.A golden saint character card.

Thinking of this, Searle felt a chill down his back.

She licked her dry lips and looked at the card in her hand.

At this time, the face of the card no longer looked like a green-haired clown girl standing, but instead had an extra cage.

And Harley Quinn was inside the cage, holding the railing with both hands, looking out of the card with terrified eyes, but although her eyes were terrified, the corners of her mouth smiled wantonly and crazily.

The extremely distorted and weird upper and lower faces are very similar to the scene when Searle was fighting against the spirit of the card just now.

Sure enough, such a good thing as having an extra life did not happen casually.

Seale also noticed that the fit was 0% just now, but it has risen to 10%.

Just by being able to cancel the transformation effect, does the fit increase to 10%?

It seems very simple, but if possible, Syl doesn't want to transform a second time at all.

Syl waved his hand, and the clown card turned into a light spot and dissipated into the air.

Although the card side effects of the system are powerful, the functionality is too strong, and it is absolutely impossible to give up.

I can only see if the body can become stronger, and then try again. After all, I am only zero-level now.

"Trigger Mission"

"Mission: Ambition"

"Difficulty: ★★★☆☆"

"Introduction: The lackeys of the nobles hidden in the monastery have obtained the information of the appearance of the saint for the first time."

"The only pope who knows your identity has been restrained. Can you survive for three days in the kidnapping army until the pope returns?"

"Countdown: 71:59:55"

"Mission Reward: Lucky Draw Chance X1"

"Hidden reward: ???"

"System? What do you mean?" Searle was still patting his chest to suppress his shock, but was suddenly stunned by the panel that jumped in front of him.

"Literally, run, host, your time is running out^^"

In such a short time, will anyone other than the Pope know that I have become a saint?

And the pope is about to come and take him away as soon as he leaves?

It's reasonable to think about it this way. If the pope returns after making arrangements, he will definitely protect the saint closely.

As soon as the Pope left, he sent strong men to hold Pope Sharon, and at the same time sent someone to take the saint away.

Fortunately, the system reminded me first, otherwise Searle would have no idea that this kind of thing would happen.

Before he even had time to complain about why he was so unlucky, Searle quickly stood up and walked towards the door of the confinement room, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open the door of the confinement room.

Good guy, did the Pope close the door for you before he teleported away so handsomely?

I thank you!

Fortunately, it's just a wooden door. If you think about it, you can definitely destroy it...

But the confinement room is empty, only...

Syl looked at the exquisitely shaped "mountain" candlestick by the wall again.

I really can't get around the candlestick.

Searle lifted the candlestick from the floor, pulled out the candle, and put the candle on the floor.

Since the confinement room was underground, the wood was somewhat damp, so Syl tried to poke the wooden door with a spiked candlestick, easily punching out a small hole.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The sound of loud slamming on the door was endless, and there must have been guards asking about it in normal times, but today's underground confinement room is extraordinarily quiet.

"bump--"

As Syl lifted the nun's skirt and kicked it for the last time, the small holes formed by the puncture formed a large circle of wooden doors, and a big gap was directly kicked out.

Not caring about the fact that the wooden thorns would pierce him or something, Syl quickly climbed out along the hole, then ran up the stairs, and finally saw the light.

Syl, who ran out of the underground confinement room, looked at the person in front of him with a frozen expression before he had time to take a breath of fresh air.

Andaman looked at Syl, and asked with a half-smile: "Saint Syl, you are in such a hurry, where are you going?"

Syl raised the candlestick to be on guard. This was already the most convenient weapon she could take out.

Damn... now everyone in the monastery is probably gathered in the auditorium because of the God's election meeting.

The distance is too far. No matter how much I yell now, if I can hear another word, I guess I have already been taken down before I yell out, right?

It was only at this moment that Syl realized her own weakness, and this feeling made her very...uncomfortable.

Still wanting to think about how to escape, Searle moved slowly, keeping his back in a relatively open position.

At the same time, Syl saw Andaman muttering something in his mouth, and he took out something from the monk's uniform with his right hand.

It's not magic, it's magic!

An extremely complicated formation took shape in Andaman's hands. With Andaman snapping his fingers, two ice chains with spikes shot towards Syl like two snakes.

Damn, you're a villain, can't you just say a few more BBs?

Syl only had time to raise his hand and threw the candlestick in the direction of Andaman, and jumped up himself, as if trying to avoid the formed magic.

Andaman looked at the candlestick flying towards him, smiled disdainfully, and raised his hand to cover it.

And before he covered his face with the robe of his monk's uniform, Andaman saw a scene that puzzled him.

Maiden of Cyrle she...was she laughing?

When the ice chain was within half a meter of Syl, it turned into two violent gusts of wind, which slammed into Syl's lower abdomen, and the great pain almost made her faint.

However, the powerful gust also engulfed Syl's jumping body, and knocked Syl fly away.

Unexpectedly, Andaman, this is my escape route!

Syl, who was bleeding blood in the air, could only shout this line in his heart.It is estimated that she is the only one who can still have fun in such a crisis situation.

Chapter 8 Fear Absorption

"Damn bitch..."

Andaman cursed viciously at Syl, who was flying in the sky like a rag.

For the first time, I just had an ordinary desire to collect her two eyeballs, but she broke the hypnotism by self-mutilation.

But this time, the magic released by himself, is this the ability of the saint?

What Andaman couldn't figure out was that she actually saved herself by self-mutilation twice in a row, and each time was more ruthless. To be honest, Andaman had never seen anyone who was so ruthless to herself.

Even if the Hope Goddess Sect is famous for its healing magic, I have never seen anyone who can do this kind of cruelty to me.

But fortunately, even if she flew out of the monastery now, she would be seriously injured if she fell, and she couldn't run very far.

Andaman thought of this, quickly picked up the candlestick on the ground, and then ran towards the outside of the monastery.

On the other side, after being carried by the force of the strong wind and leaping over the monastery, it hit the ground so hard that it almost passed out.

Fortunately, consciousness is still there.

"The system... the clown..." Before the consciousness disappeared, only had time to convey such a signal to the system, and Syl's consciousness began to become confused.

In a trance, Syl saw a card glowing with white light shatter in the void.