Within twenty minutes of meeting my childhood friend, we walked out of the forest. Before us lay a small town. At its very entrance stood a church.

Quite a few people were praying inside.

The marble walls, pale and dotted with moss, looked aged. From the outside, only the cross at the entrance marked it as a church. The rest resembled a storage warehouse.

I slowly climbed the steps. Behind me, I heard the girl following. Just as I reached for the church door, a hand grabbed my sleeve. Seriously, stop tugging it! It’s about to tear—already stretched out of shape.

“Thou! Dost thou intend to worship a god other than me?!”

“Setting aside your foolish act of calling yourself a god, why follow me? I never allowed it. Is stalking humans what a deity does?”

I shook off Mengxiang’s grip. She’d tailed us since the forest, hiding in dense trees. But on the open plain, she had no choice but to reveal herself.

I didn’t mind her following. Yet—I had no combat strength, or so I thought. As a stranger here, dragging along two people who seemed a bit off felt unsafe.

We might meet some powerful boss. Total annihilation would follow. I didn’t want to die early in this world. Thinking I might get them killed, I couldn’t let Mengxiang join us.

“That was unavoidable… As a mighty deity, I must supervise you foolish humans to prevent outrageous acts!”

The girl turned her head away, seemingly too guilty to look at me. But I knew—it was just an excuse. I didn’t argue. After shaking her off, I walked into the church.

Wooden chairs lined up neatly in rows. An empty aisle stretched from the entrance. At the far end stood a platform twenty centimeters high. Shelves displayed silver ornaments, crosses, and unknown books and tools.

We arrived as prayers began. No priest led them. Instead, a nun stood on the platform, gripping a cross tightly.

“This nun must be highly respected here? Probably a really pretty young lady!”

I muttered this while walking forward. In this world, nuns were like priests. I should show deep respect to such healers! I couldn’t possibly have other thoughts.

A black headscarf wrapped her bun. A pristine white cape draped over her loose black robe. Her slender hands clutched a cross necklace. She looked meticulous. But as I neared—holy crap, it was Lingchuan?!

Nuns are usually blonde, right? I was fooled at first. My eyesight’s bad from too much phone use. From afar, I’d never recognize her. But up close, her fierce aura gave her away. The former delinquent was now a nun.

Did this world mess up? How could a violent person become a holy nun? As they say: distance creates beauty. The farther, the better.

Realizing it was a facade, I felt ashamed of my earlier comment. I was no better—I should’ve seen it.

Accepting my stupidity, I turned to leave. But a voice stopped me. I’d never mistake it—the delinquent girl who often threatened me.

“You’re a new face. What brings you here? Skipping prayers and sneaking off? Do you have a problem with the Almighty?”

“N-no… I’d never disrespect the world’s creator. It’s just… I have an issue with you…”

Crap. I’d brought over my real-world habits. We often clashed back there, but that didn’t justify protesting here.

“Hah? Insulting His Holiness’s nun to His face? A bold fool like you needs a lesson!”

Lingchuan glared fiercely. It seemed—no matter the world, she couldn’t change. But we didn’t clash this time. Not because I was scared. Just as I opened my mouth, someone stepped between us.

“Thou! Daring to worship another god before me? Kneel now, or I’ll make thee regret it—”

Whoa! Where did that chuuni line come from? I couldn’t believe my most normal childhood friend said it! But facts were facts.

Mengxiang must have heard the god talk. She zoomed over from the entrance. Only Zixuan and I had entered, but her reaction was wild! She pressed her staff against the nun’s chest. Thanks to that, I noticed Lingchuan shared one thing with her real self—the same bust size.

Right now, I wished I were that staff. Forgive my shameless thoughts—but who could resist such temptation? Though this accidental fanservice might not count.

“What nonsense before the Almighty, child? As God’s servant, I forgive your ramblings. Now get out!”

Haha… Lingchuan mistook Mengxiang for a kid. Their builds were similar, but she was my age. Whether that held here, I wasn’t sure.

“Uh… yeah. This brat doesn’t listen. Sorry, I’ll drag her away now, okay?”

I couldn’t let them argue. I had to separate them. Ignoring Mengxiang’s protests, I covered her mouth. Her soft cherry lips met my palm—but she squirmed first.

“Mmmph mmmph…”

Muffled sounds escaped her. I restrained her neck while backing slowly toward the door. But the holy nun didn’t let us go.

I masked my panic, moving at a pace Lingchuan wouldn’t notice. After a few steps, a firm grip seized my shoulder. Sharp pain followed. It seemed—her strength never changed. Different job or not, she was still the violent Lingchuan I knew.

“Think a lame lie fools me? Setting aside the kid’s blasphemy… what did you mean about having an issue with me? Explain, or you won’t leave this church alive! I’ll kill you!”

Whoa! What nun talks like that? Pure violent maniac! Do you even deserve that holy robe?!

I knew words were useless. I was at fault for blurting it out. But think—who’d expect a former delinquent to become a holy servant here? If she’d become a warrior, I’d believe it. She had fighting spirit. But a healer? Totally mismatched!

“Of course I don’t have an issue with you… it’s just… it’s just… it’s—”

I froze, unable to lie. I had to fabricate something to survive this tragic fate. Or this violent-healer hybrid would KO me. Then—the worst idea hit me. One that might just work.

“I do have an issue—not with you, but with this tiny town you’re holed up in. Join me to defeat the Demon King. You’ll help far more people that way!”

“Hah?”