System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

system!I am no longer a saint!Author: no wind

"Tag: Sexual Transformation, Cthulhu"

"Introduction: Open the newspaper—

"The horrified clown of Bull Street appears on Cos Street"

"The man-eating witch, Cesar, flees towards the Queen's Quarter"

"Saint Sylvie takes the princess"

"Dragon Wing Young Girl Surprised Over the Monastery Outside the City"

"The great Saint Cyr arrives today in her faithful Suramar!"

"Cough cough..." Saint Cyr put down the newspaper with some embarrassment in the carriage.

Asi eight...open the newspaper all by myself...

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This book is also known as "Stop shouting, all around are my trumpets.jpg" "I, the only designated maker of urban legends""

Chapter 1 Death Crisis

"Om-"

The strong tinnitus accompanied by dizziness was disturbing Syl's thinking.

I am... where?

Suppressing the feeling of wanting to vomit, Searle wanted to grope for something in the dark, but he couldn't control his body at all.

It's as if there is no body anymore.

Before he had time to think about what was going on, a pure white light suddenly flashed from nowhere in the nothingness in front of him.

For a split second, Syl felt as if he had gained control of his body.

She opened her eyes immediately.

"Here is..." Syl wanted to say something more, but her mind seemed to explode. Countless strange words emerged in her mind, and there was a paragraph about a nun named Syl, that short life.

"No...you can't faint..." Syl murmured.

Although she didn't know what would happen if she passed out here, she had a strong premonition in her heart telling her.

will die.

Must die.

Thinking of death, Syl seemed to have a certain force called the will to survive or madness in her heart, driving her hands to keep groping for something beside her.

The subconscious sense of crisis in his mind reminded Syl to wake up his drowsy mind.

"(Surama) Sister Sister Syl?" A hasty and flustered whisper came from beside her, as if she was afraid of being heard by others.

Regardless of why he understood this strange language, that voice made Syl feel nervous.

What object was Syl's hand holding.

Even though there was a trance in front of his eyes, and even a double image appeared, Searle could see clearly that it was a "mountain" character, the exquisitely shaped candlestick, the hollow decoration and the gold-plated appearance all showed its luxury.

Even if it is not an antique, it can be sold for a lot of money as a modern handicraft.

Searle held the candlestick with his right hand and flicked it aside, shaking off the candle stuck in it, revealing the spikes inside that were used to hold the candle in place.

Without any hesitation, Searle raised the candlestick high with his right hand, and then plunged into his left hand.

"Do-"

Just like stabbing pork with a sharp knife, Syl's left hand made a dull sound of being stabbed, and the plasma burst out for a while, and the blood even splashed on Syl's face.

The pain of the bone being pierced made Syl tremble all over, and the great pain was accompanied by a short-term sobriety of the brain.

Taking advantage of the short period of waking up, Syl pulled out the candlestick and pointed the bloody candlestick at the person who was talking to him just now.

At this time, Syl finally saw clearly who the person in front of him was.

A... a middle-aged man wearing a black monastic uniform and looking gentle and elegant?

"(Suma) What's the matter with you, Miss Searle?" The man showed a worried expression, looked at Searle who was pointing at him with a spike, and took a step back.

Seeing that the man was not approaching, Syl quickly looked back and confirmed that there was a side door to go out.

When turning his head, Syl quickly glanced at where he was.

Rows of stepped tables resembled lecture halls, but the decor was not like any university Searle could remember.

Instead, it looks a bit like a church?

Why are you here?

But the most important thing now is that there is a door behind him.

After confirming the exit again, Searle quickly turned his head and continued to confront the man in front of him, his body swaying and slowly receding behind him.

After retreating to the door, Syl endured the severe pain and pushed the door open with his punctured left hand, still holding the candlestick in his right hand as a warning sign.

Thankfully, the door opened without a hitch.

The sunlight outside dispelled the haze in the classroom at once, and Searle's body completely retreated to the wooden corridor behind him. The sound of footsteps, discussions, and bells also entered Searle's ears.

"(Suma) Sister Syl! Why are you here? Wow! Your hand!"

A lovely voice came from his side, somehow, hearing this voice, Syl felt relieved.

As Syl relaxed, his body was once again occupied by dizziness and sleepiness, and he fell down weakly.

It's just that he still tightly held the candlestick in his hand.

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.

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The sunlight falls into the room along the window sill, and the brand-new wooden floor and mattress exude a fresh and warm smell under the warm sun.

"Ah--"

Accompanied by a quick inhalation, a girl with pale blond hair quickly rolled over from the bed, her chest heaved and she looked around in panic, as if she was having a nightmare.

In fact, it was a real dream, but a dream about the life of a girl named Syl.

I am... Syl?

A nun who belongs to the Church of the Goddess of Hope in the monastery outside the city of Suramar?

This is not the earth?

The key is!nun! ?

Looking down at his delicate little hands, Syl almost didn't need to think about other possibilities. He had already admitted the reality of his dream just now.

In the dream just now, I experienced the life of the girl Syl, from being abandoned by her family, to being adopted by the church, to what happened just now...

girls...

Even though Syl really wanted to think about the minutiae of what happened just now, the fact of becoming a woman broke her a little.

If there is no discrepancy between the appearance in the dream.

Then the current self should be...

Fifteen or sixteen years old, about to reach a height of about 1.6 meters [-], with willow eyebrows and downcast eyes, as if everyone is smiling.

The sky-blue eyes that are as pure as jewels, if you have to describe them with anything, it is the sky-blue ice jadeite, clear and transparent, making people feel good at a glance.

The hair is light golden, slightly curled at the end, and with beautiful facial features, it is really easy to remind people of the "angels" preached in various orthodox churches.

It's a pity that the chest is a bit barren, but it can be regarded as a top-notch beauty embryo.

Xi... No, it should be Syl now.

If it was changed to any point in time, for such a girl who suits her heart, she would try her best to pursue her.

Even if it fails, at least there will be no regrets in my heart.

But why...why is this beautiful younger sister myself! ?

Whoever loves to change will sign up!I don't want to be a girl!

Silently cursing, Searle slapped her beautiful eyelashes, turned her head and began to look around her.

White curtains and bed sheets... It always reminds me of a hospital, the strange decorations are completely different from the previous life, and there is a church logo that I have never seen before, I have repeatedly confirmed to Syl.

I'm not crazy, I just went to another world.

It is still a strange world that looks very much like the Victorian period, but it is specious. There seems to be a mysterious power in this world, and Syl, in the church, even has the opportunity to come into contact with it.

But, when I first arrived, who was that man who made me feel a strong sense of crisis, that suffocating sense of urgency that seemed to be on the verge of life and death?

Who is that girl who called her?

Syl stared blankly at his intact left hand, which seemed to be completely unharmed, and fell into a sluggish state.

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Section 2 Chapter 2 "Ding——"

Too many impactful things were going through Searle's mind to remember the fact that her hand was hurt.

The most important thing is that it was not a hallucination, it was undoubtedly her own hand, and the pain at that time seemed to be still echoing in her mind.

Thinking about it this way, why did I make such a move at the time?