Variety: I Loaded the Dream Game

Although she lived comfortably, she still decided to leave today and set off for the next city.After all, it's not a problem to live here all the time. If you go to some places more, maybe you can find a way to go back one day earlier.

With this in mind, Irena packed up her things and left the room after tidying up her room briefly.

On the way, she passed by the hall of the church, looking at the statues on the altar, she hesitated and stopped.

I heard that people in this world have a tradition of praying to the gods, so...do you want to make a wish yourself?

Irena thought to herself.

...Go ahead and try it out, it doesn't cost money anyway.

It’s okay if it’s not realized, but if it’s realized, wouldn’t it make a lot of money?

With this in mind, she came to the statue, and then hesitated a little. She didn't know whether it would be better to make a wish to let herself go home now, or it would be better to recover her magic power, or to become a rich man.

……what?Having said that, it seems that no one has stipulated that there can only be one wish, right?

Anyway, if you don't need money, why don't you agree with me?

Irena let go of the entanglement in her heart, and imitated what she had seen before, the prayer postures of those people in the church, clasped her hands in front of her chest, closed her eyes and lowered her head, and said in a broken voice:

"Please give me the money..."

"..."

"..."

After waiting for a while, nothing happened.Irena took out her wallet and took a look. There were still only a few coins in it, without any change.

"what the hell……"

A look of obvious disappointment appeared in Irena's eyes.

Even gods are not omnipotent.

...or is it because I prayed not devoutly enough just now?

After thinking about it, Irena decided to try again.

"My dear god..."

She closed her eyes again, and said her wish in an extremely sincere tone:

"...Please make me a rich man."

"You are useless."

A strange voice came from beside her, interrupting the girl's wish.

Irena opened her eyes and found that the speaker was a man in a priest's attire.

"Sorry, I was too serious just now, can I trouble you to say it again?"

"I said it's useless for you to do this." The man repeated again.

Irena felt a little absurd. A pastor came to remind this unbeliever that prayer is useless. Is the atmosphere of this church so open?

"Are you... a modernist?" She asked after thinking for a while.

The pastor froze for a moment: "What is that?"

"It means non-believers." Irena simply explained.

"What are you talking about? How can you be a believer if you don't believe in religion?" The pastor frowned and denied it on the spot: "My belief in the goddess Antinoya and the Lord God is extremely devout."

"Then why did you just say that praying is useless?" Irena asked suspiciously.

The pastor shook his head: "I'm not saying that praying is useless, but praying like you are useless."

Irena was even more confused.

Could it be that my posture just now was wrong?Or is it like a birthday wish that cannot be said?

Seeing the confused look on the girl's face, the priest explained: "Look, as a god who created the world and creatures, there must be many people who believe in it."

Irena nodded. Although I heard that the church in this world does not force people to believe, it seems that the people she met along the way basically believe in that god. It can be said that they have become a kind of god. social attributes.

"Since we have so many believers, the Lord God must receive too many prayers every day..." The pastor continued: "Even Lord God must have limited energy, right? Tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of prayers Here, the probability of wanting to pay attention to that prayer of yours is even slimmer...  …”

Irena nodded subconsciously, feeling that it did make sense.

If it were me, facing so many prayers every day, I would definitely not read them all one by one. It would be nice to pick two to read every day depending on my mood.

If you think about it this way, it seems that it is indeed impossible for the Lord God to choose your own wish.

"Then tell me, how can it be useful?" She humbly asked.

"It's very simple." The pastor said confidently: "Since the probability is very small, all we need to do is increase the probability."

The so-called probability is nothing more than dividing the numerator by the denominator.Faced with a denominator with a huge base, as long as you can find a way to increase the number of numerators, you can naturally increase the probability of successful prayer.

"We set up a mutual aid association, collected and screened everyone's wishes and recorded them on a form. Then, through rotation, we gathered a large number of believers to continuously pray for the same wish on that day."

The pastor introduced the girl with a satisfied expression.

"High density, three shifts, making full use of the time window that other believers seldom use, mobilizing our collective advantages, sending a large number of continuous prayers, the gods will always notice our wishes."

"Hey, it's amazing..." Irena couldn't help exclaiming.

Hearing the girl's exclamation, the pastor was even more proud, and invited her:

"How? Do you want to join us..."

"But on the other hand, it's possible that Lord Shenming won't respond to you at all, right?"

Before he could finish speaking, Irena said this.

"...Huh?" He froze for a moment.

"Look, isn't it just a matter of God's 3.2 mood whether or not a wish comes true?"

Seeing the astonished expression on the pastor's face, Irena tilted her head and said, "If it were me, I would receive the same wish from the same group of people every day, ignore it and keep sending it, and I would feel Are you bored? If you are in a bad mood, maybe you will be blacklisted directly, just ignore it."

Hearing the girl's words, the pastor gradually opened his eyes wide, with a flustered expression on his face.

"Speaking of which, have you ever succeeded with this method?"

Irena's subsequent words completely extinguished the last trace of luck in the pastor's heart.

……

Looking at the lonely back of the pastor who left frustrated, Irena hesitated in her heart, wondering if she should go up and ask for the consulting fee.

...Forget it, let's just treat it as last night's accommodation fee.

The girl shook her head in thought, then turned around and left the church.

As for what the pastor will choose to do after returning, that is a story that has nothing to do with her.

Chapter 390 Irena: Is there something wrong with the novels in this world?

Bathed in the morning sun, the dewy flowers and plants reflect the sparkling light.

The horse-drawn carriages of the convoy were driving on the rough roads in the prairie, and the sound of the rims rolling and rubbing against earth, rocks, flowers and plants was heard in the ears along with the breeze.

It seemed that it was because of the rain that had just rained last night, and there was a faint fragrance of soil soaked in rainwater lingering in the air.

Lying on the edge of the car window, admiring the beautiful scenery outside the window that seemed to cleanse the body and mind, Irena felt that traveling in a carriage like this once in a while seemed pretty good.

Of course, it would be great if it could be a little smoother.

Feeling the unabated bumping and shaking under her body, the girl thought in her heart.

Since she couldn't use her magic power indiscriminately, she gave up the flight she was used to, and chose to hitchhike a caravan to the next city.

The negotiation process was also very smooth. Just helping the owner of the caravan repair a carriage that was crushed by goods, he got some surprises and permission to accompany him.Compared with the 18 mana required for continuous flight, it is also a bargain.

By the way, it seemed that she was afraid that she would be bored on the road, so the owner of the caravan gave her two novels and a book that seemed to tell stories about the gods of this world, but Irena could not read it after just two glances. down.

It wasn't that the stories were boring, or that she had an aversion to such religious books.The main reason is that the road is too bumpy. If you read a book in this situation, you will feel nauseated in a short time.

In fact, putting aside the rationality, some of the stories in it are quite interesting to her... For example, Lord Shenming created the moon with three words, Goddess Antinoia created creatures with blood, but the goddess actually secretly fell in love with Lord God I have never dared to say anything...

Oh, the latter part is from two other books similar to fan fiction. I remember the titles of the books seem to be "Antianoya's Adoration Story" and "I Can't Fall in Love with God, Reincarnated as a Goddess" , I heard that these two books are still bestsellers in bookstores recently.

These people, while talking about their faith and respect for the gods, are at the same time making up gossip about the gods.

Irena complained in her heart.

But then again, it's been written like this, so doesn't that goddess named Antinoya care?

Or...she doesn't exist at all?

While the girl was thinking like this, she felt that the carriage gradually stopped.

"Miss Irena, you've arrived."

A reminder from the owner of the caravan came from outside the car, and it wasn't until then that Irena realized that the caravan had already arrived at the gate of a city.

Unlike ordinary passengers, the caravan needs to go through a cumbersome registration process. After greeting them, Irena, who did not intend to continue with them, jumped off the carriage and walked into the city alone.

Compared with the last city, this city is obviously much more prosperous, bustling crowds are constantly coming and going, the street seems to be due to control, and there are no vendors setting up stalls. Instead, there are well-decorated stores, which look like Much more formal.

Irena thought to herself, and stopped in front of a bakery.

"...three copper coins each." The salesperson said coldly after glancing at the girl standing at the door.

It turned out that it was a black shop.

"The rent of a store in a big city is so expensive, so in order to recover the cost, it is only natural that the store should be sold more expensive?"

The saleswoman explained it like this.

"Although that's what you said...but triple the price is still too outrageous, right?" Irena expressed her concern about the price of big cities... According to this rising trend, she will not really pay for it tonight. Are you going to sleep on the street?

"Three times?" The saleswoman was slightly taken aback, "Where are you talking about the price?"

"Is that the city called 'Koiya' in the east?" Irena showed a puzzled expression on her face.

"That's weird." The salesperson said after thinking for a while, "If I remember correctly, the average price there should be about the same as the market price."

Irena had a bad feeling in her heart.

"Excuse me, may I ask what the current market price is?"