I am in another world. I have just stepped down from the cellar, and the small shield of merit in my hand is still hot.
One second, I was just a social creature working on PPT on the computer. The next second, I was sucked into a Western fantasy novel, with an incredibly beautiful elf saint covered in blood in my arms.
At that time, my mind was confused. Behind me were the pursuers of the church, and the poison-quenched dagger in my hand was shining with cold light.
The only thing he relies on is a system in his mind that calls itself the "Holy Code of Merit". The novice gift pack only has a broken shield as big as a palm.
In the flash of lightning, my heart skipped a beat, I shouted "All living beings are equal" and stood in front of the saint.
As a result, I won the bet.
Bite! Successfully block a fatal blow, merit +100!
[Ding! Save the Elf Saint (Elementary), start the main mission, and gain +1000 merit!
Looking at the astonished eyes of the pursuers and the complicated eyes of the saint in my arms, I suddenly felt that being a saint to a different world seemed much more enjoyable than being a cow or horse in reality...?
