It's Not Easy to Be a Clergyman

If she was given another chance, she would definitely grab that sharp fruit knife and stab dozens or twenty bloody holes in the bodies of everyone who had laughed at her, betrayed her, or hurt her. If she was given another chance, she would never be so cowardly and incompetent, trusting the words of the man who said he loved her but slandered her behind her back, and would continue to treat those sanctimonious people with a sincere heart. If she could do it over again, would her humble and miserable life be different? She smiled, wildly and beautifully. Absolutely impossible. Wishful thinking. Her hair was messy and messy like a chicken coop, and her old and slender fingers were holding on to the iron mesh of the window. Her originally soft cheeks were full of ferocity, but there was still a trace of clarity in her crazy eyes. She understood that if she entered this mental hospital, unless she died, she would be assimilated into a lunatic sooner or later. But she was unwilling to do so. It was obvious that she had always been friendly to others, it was obvious that she had never done anything bad, it was obvious that she had been bullied so miserably, why, why was she the one who ended up like this? In a trance, she seemed to have given birth to white wings, humans and gods were separated, and she entered an unknown territory. There was a blank space there, but it seemed to be covered by a layer of gauze, because there was actually a faint data code underneath. Inexplicably, she became the new cleric, traveling between parallel worlds to earn points. She believes that one day, she will be able to earn enough points to exchange for a body. At that time, she will send those tigers and wolves to hell! New author's debut novel, please collect and comment qwq I love you with all my heart