System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

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One of the tentacles had completely lost its radiance. After a while, from the root to the top, the entire tentacle turned black, twisting strangely and willfully.

Chapter 96 Chapter 94 【Unsociable Breeding Young Dragon】

"pain......"

Syl's consciousness seemed to be in a dark space.

The whole body is full of crazy roars, and those incomprehensible languages continue to infiltrate Syl's spirit, but when entering the deepest part, it seems to be blocked by something, and then a new round of mental pollution interferes.

Interfere, resist, pollute, purify.

When this kind of thing was repeated countless times, and Syl was about to fall into despair, a golden light broke through the fog of darkness.

A brand new power came from the depths of Syl's soul.

"Name: Syl Saint"

"Occupation: Goddess of Hope, Holy Maiden (Golden)"

"Stage: Ascetic · Holy Rank ([-]) not completed"

"Strength: 15"

"Physique: 29"

"Inspiration: 39"

"Agility: 17"

"Charm: 32"

"Skills: [Divine Art·Basic Elemental Control][Hand of Redemption][Divine Art·Sacrifice][Hand of Pain][Mental Barrier][Sinful Body][Gospel of Pain]"

"Kachi: [Scary Clown] [Mysterious Doctor] [Stealing Heart Saint] [Rapping Preacher]"

"Number of lottery draws: 0"

"Comprehensive evaluation: Although I don't want to say that, isn't this holy rank just shaking M?"

After an unknown amount of time, Seale slowly opened his eyes and saw the system panel in front of him.

Before Syl could react, a faint voice came from in front of him.

"woke up?"

Syl looked up and found that it was Archbishop Ashara, who was standing beside the bed, silently looking at Syl.

"Big...bishop?" Syl's voice was a little weak, and the humming in his head didn't ease much. Syl seemed to be forcibly promoted to a high level, even if his whole body was extremely weak, his mind was still constantly There are crazy ravings.

This made Searle not feel how much stronger he had become at all, but only felt that his spirit was weaker.

"Don't move." Ashara gently pressed Syl's shoulder, preventing her from wanting to sit up.

Then, Searle watched as Ashara helped him cover the quilt, then went to the bathroom and took out a clean towel, and carefully helped Searle wipe off the sweat beads on his forehead due to the pain.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that Ashara stopped her movements.

Standing up slowly, Ashara walked slowly towards the door under Syl's gaze. I don't know if it was Syl's illusion, Archbishop Ashara's footsteps seemed a little vain.

It looked like it was about to fall to the ground at any moment.

Ashara opened the door, Sharon walked in straight, walked past Ashara without even looking at Ashara.

"Searle! Are you feeling better?" Sharon sat beside Searle's bed with a worried expression on her face. She looked at Searle and continued, "How does your body feel now? "

"A little weak..." Syl looked at the direction behind Sharon, watched Ashara push the door away, and then withdrew his gaze, "I don't feel very good."

"It's okay, just rest for a few more days, don't go out for a few days." Sharon said with a smile, "This is also part of penance."

"Then I won't bother you. I've been away for so long, and there are still many things waiting for me to deal with." Seeing that Syl was fine, Sharon stood up and walked directly to the door.

Syl, who was lying on the bed, clenched his fist a little bit hard, his nails dug into the flesh and blood flowed out, Syl didn't respond at all.

To say that Searle was still a little uncertain before, now Searle almost believes that Sharon has other plans for him.

Crazy ravings roared in Syl's mind, the pain and despair just now seemed to still linger on Sill, a mad killing intent not inferior to the clown emerged in Sill's heart but disappeared in an instant.

At that moment just now, Searle couldn't even tell whether he was a clown or who.

Is this the effect of character cards?

Syl slowly closed his eyes, never thinking about the mission of Ibiza so clearly.

She wants power, and she wants it now.

For the next few days, Searle was in the room and never took a step out.

Nothing could enter Searle's room except meals and newspapers could be brought in.

In the newspaper, Searle learned about the situation in Ibiza at this time.

After a day of turmoil, the troops of the Great Saaya Empire came out, and they captured a young man named Kyle, and threw him in prison, as if to accuse him of being the mastermind of the riot.

Without Kyle's mobilization, the people of Ibiza seemed to have lost their support. They never gathered a decent rally, and the army imposed a curfew on Ibiza.

On the second day of the curfew, a large number of portraits of green-haired clowns and imitation signatures were posted on the street, as if people were calling for the arrival of a certain figure. The police arrested more than a dozen "criminals" who posted their portraits that day.

On the third day, Syl wrote a letter and sent it to the Holy See, the goddess of justice, and then in the afternoon, a letter was handed over to Vera by Jane.

In the evening, an anonymous article titled "I Have a Dream" hit the headlines.

The next day, a large number of workers in Ibiza took to the streets. Some people held newspapers in their hands and recited something to the illiterate workers. That night, a man wearing a clown mask was tied up with a Molotov cocktail On the body, rushed into the ranks of the army.

The riots were ignited.

In the middle of the night, Searle was wearing a bathrobe and sitting by the window. The fire in the direction of Ibiza almost illuminated half of the night sky. Although he couldn't hear the sound, Searle seemed to be able to feel the movement there.

"System, are you done?"

Syl asked inwardly.

"A riot has started in Ibiza"

"The task [The Fall of Ibiza] is completed"

"Reward upgrade - choose one of the two"

"Reward 1: [Elegant Scared Clown] (Purple)"

"Reward 2: [Unsociable Breeding Young Dragon] (Purple)"

Syl leaned back on the chair behind him and exhaled lightly.

The low mood of the past few days was completely entertained by the second new card randomly generated by the system.

"What broken card?! What the hell is it to grant a young dragon!"

"Wait, give the seed?"

"Could it be a male dragon?"

"Don't even think about it^^"

"Is it possible to get pregnant?"

"This is indeed possible"

Originally, when Seale saw 1, he made up his mind to choose 2.

Because if you choose 1, you will just give the clown another level, and the ability and the like may be greatly improved, but it is better to choose another purple card.

At least one more life.

But now after hearing the word that the system can make others pregnant, Searle made up her mind and chose 2.

A purple light flashed, and a strange card appeared in Syl's hand.

Weird purple patterns wrap around the entire card, and there is only one weird egg inside the card... No, it's not so much an egg, it's more like a meat egg, which is tightly attached to a corpse body.

"Misfit Breeder Drake"

"Occupation: None"

"Rank: None"

"Strength: 103"

"Physique: 114"

"Inspiration: 21"

"Agility: 49"

"Charm: 12"

"Skills: [Dragon Egg Parasite] [Broken Cocoon Saprophysis] [Dragon Group Will] [Sly Resentment] [Spore Breathing]"

"Professional evaluation: Well, finally came a card that can be manipulated... It's a bit anti-human..."

PS:

Sorry, it's late today and still owes 8 chapters.