Transformed into a heartthrob's simp, every day is a battleground.

Chapter 350 Saving the Believers

Yan Xun looked at the believers, then at the angels sitting in the room, and tentatively asked, "Didn't those people in white robes come back with you?"

The angel shook his head.

Yan Xun: "..."

He felt like he had a clue what the angel ate—things he hadn't said he could eat, but which were on the angel's diet.

Yan Xun walked heavily and sat down opposite the angel.

He wanted to say something, but felt it was pointless to say such things to a non-human.

Humans won't listen to a chicken saying "Don't eat fried chicken".

Even though the angel called him mother, Yan Xun didn't feel that to him he was any different from those fried chickens that were eaten.

Perhaps Yan Xun's silence lasted too long, long enough for even the angels to sense that something was wrong.

He nervously reached out and grabbed Yan Xun's sleeve.

"I...I overheard them saying some things..."

"I am angry."

Tian looked at Yan Xun with his lapis lazuli-like eyes and repeated the words of the white-robed men without the slightest error.

When he heard the white-robed figures throw the fleshy ball at the angel's head and order him to eat, Yan Xun couldn't help but frown.

—It's not that he thinks everyone in the Angel Church is a good person.

Vincent had made him realize the hypocrisy of this church.

What surprised him was why these people were behaving so disrespectfully. Even if they didn't believe in the existence of skeletal angels, they should have been able to tell that the angel before them was a non-human being.

But their casual attitude was as if they were dealing with their own domesticated livestock.

Of course, the same goes for those fleshy lumps.

Yan Xun knew exactly where those fleshy spheres came from. He knew it was a copy, yet he still felt a slight pang of sympathy for their owners, because it all felt so real.

But the words of those in white robes were so strange.

The angel was unaware of Yan Xun's inner thoughts; he simply recorded the conversation as if it were a tape recorder.

"I'm getting tired of the game..." Yan Xun repeated the key phrase, "And someone said the holiday is almost over?"

Tian nodded vigorously, indicating that what he said was true.

Yan Xun pondered. He had seen the appearances of those men in white robes, and they looked to be about the same age as Vincent.

The keywords "getting tired of the game" and "the holiday is about to end" gave Yan Xun the impression that they were actually not that old.

Yan Xun stood up. "I'm going to find Vincent."

“You…” he looked at the angel, “you write down the language you speak on paper.”

I'm very curious about your language.

When the angel heard Yan Xun say this, he obediently nodded, quietly found paper and pen, and began to write that special script.

……

As soon as Yan Xun left the room, a man in a white robe stepped forward and asked him if he needed anything.

Yan Xun knew this was a form of covert surveillance, but he only said he wanted to talk to Vincent.

The men in white robes looked somewhat troubled. They exchanged glances, and one of them said he wanted to go find Vincent first, while Yan Xun said he could wait.

After Yan Xun waited for half an hour, the man in the white robe returned and led Yan Xun to the room where Vincent was.

The sanctuary is a complex tower, and it's easy to get lost inside without someone pointing the way.

Yan Xun followed the man in white robes and finally arrived at the room where Vincent was.

Vincent had changed into an extremely gorgeous outfit, woven from gold and silver threads and inlaid with gemstones... It looked like a formal dress for some kind of occasion.

"It seems I've bothered you," Yan Xun said.

“No.” Vincent took off his outer robe, which was then put away by the person in the white robe. “I heard that the Holy Embryo has grown new wings…”

“There’s something I forgot to ask before,” Yan Xun interrupted Vincent.

Vincent was displeased, but outwardly maintained an indifferent demeanor. "What?"

"Why would a skeletal angel descend upon this world?" Yan Xun asked. "Just to help us... save His followers from being killed in the apocalypse?"

Vincent could certainly sense that Yan Xun's question wasn't about whether he wanted to join the Angel Church, but rather that he was asking him for some kind of answer.

"...The revelation told me that a white bone angel would be born," Vincent concluded.

Yan Xun's attitude suddenly made him feel a little panicked; he felt as if something was different from what he had thought.

He kept replaying those details in his mind until he heard Yan Xun ask—

"Is this also a copy for you?"

Vincent felt a chill run down his spine at that moment.

It feels like the game character you've been controlling suddenly turns around and says to you, "Bro, you're so bad at this game, can you please stop controlling me?"

Vincent was certain that this instance only contained him and his friends; the rest were instance NPCs.

Could something have gone wrong?

Vincent thought to himself that he was actually not that old... He looked at Yan Xun opposite him and thought for a long time before speaking, "...I thought there were no other players in this instance."

He looked at Yan Xun, "How did you find out?"

“The angel told me that he overheard some conversations before he killed those white-robed men,” Yan Xun said.

“I knew it.” Vincent frowned. “They’re always like this.”

Upon hearing that the angel had killed his companion, he made no other comment, only complaining that those people were always causing him trouble.

Yan Xun looked at Vincent across from her and felt something was off.

He originally thought that he had been pulled into a dungeon dominated by other players by the main system.

The main quest in this instance might be to establish the Church of Angels and defend against external enemies.

But now it seems that Vincent is somewhat different from the players he knows.

"Are you friends?"

"classmate?"

“I heard from them that your holiday is almost over,” Yan Xun said.

In the dungeon, players refer to the time between dungeons as a vacation, so Yan Xun didn't think anything was wrong. But now he felt that the vacation mentioned by those white-robed men was different from his understanding.

"Yes." Vincent sighed as he said this, "After the holiday, we'll have to go back to closed training."

He looked at Yan Xun and asked, "Did you also come here to get good grades?"

"To get in with good grades?" Yan Xun thought for a moment and felt that Vincent's interpretation was also acceptable. "Yes."

"I want to break my record."

Vincent had shed his previous charlatan persona and looked at Yan Xun, asking, "Which instance is this for you?"

Which school do you go to?

“A school in a remote area,” Yan Xun said vaguely. “I didn’t know any other players before.”

“Schools in remote areas?” Vincent repeated, nodding in understanding. “I didn’t expect this to be popular in schools in remote areas.”

After saying that, he felt that his words were somewhat ambiguous, and told Yan Xun, "My teacher said that only a small number of people can access this game."

He looked at Yan Xun and tentatively asked, "What is your mission?"

"The Church of the Angels of Destruction?"

"Be my enemy?"

“Of course not,” Yan Xun said. “My mission is to bring the angels to the Angel Church.”

To convince Vincent, he specifically brought up his own quest panel—only after seeing that Vincent could see the panel information did Yan Xun realize that the other party really wasn't an NPC.

When Vincent saw that Yan Xun had so openly shown him his panel, he thought to himself that people from remote planets really weren't on guard.

He carefully examined Yan Xun's task panel and saw that the other party's three tasks were indeed completely different from his own, and were basic tasks with almost no difficulty.

It seems the game will assign different levels of tasks to different people, Vincent thought.

Thinking that they probably wouldn't meet again, Vincent simply showed Yan Xun his task panel as well.

Yan Xun glanced at the list of tasks above.

Find your own faith.

Develop followers and build churches for your faith.

Expanding the church's influence.

Eliminate all other factions and make your faith the sole force in this city.

Find the reincarnated skeletal angel and bring him into the Angelic Church for nurturing.

Destroy the evil beings from other worlds and enter the divine realm.

Vincent is currently on the penultimate task, having already completed all the previous ones.

"Why is your task so much more complicated than mine?" Yan Xun asked curiously.

Vincent felt a subtle sense of superiority about this, but he wouldn't show it, only saying that the dungeon he had opened might be more difficult.

And his school was different.

“The missions we embark on are almost all about consolidating our own faith…” He looked at Yan Xun, “so that in the final battle, we can make the god we worship defeat the god of others.”

Yan Xun thought for a moment, "So the only church here is the Church of Angels."

“Yes,” Vincent said.

Since the other party was also a player, Vincent's tone was no longer as distant as before.

"Didn't you draw any missions related to faith?" he asked curiously.

Yan Xun shook his head, "I only have some basic tasks."

"What will happen if we fail?" Yan Xun asked.

“If it’s an NPC in a dungeon, it won’t have any impact,” Vincent said. “This game mode is more like a battle and character development game.”

“In the normal training mode, you just need to consume the faith of other NPCs, devour their gods, and then make their followers change their surname to yours,” Vincent said. “This way, our gods will have faith and become more powerful.”

“When He is powerful enough, He can fight against the gods of other players.” Vincent seemed a little eager to try. “For this instance world, it’s those strange things that suddenly appear in the sky.”

Yan Xun recalled what Vincent had said before: the White Bone Angels would fight against those extremely evil beings on the day of the apocalypse.

"If we lose the battle, will the world be plunged into apocalypse?" Yan Xun asked.

Vincent shrugged. "Yes."

"The more people who believe, the stronger the skeletal angel will become?"

“That’s the theory,” Vincent said. “We need to fulfill the desires of the faith, provide what He needs, and the faith will grow on its own.”

“If we fail, everything here will be swallowed up,” Vincent said with a detached air.

“However, I’ve heard that some people try to seize the power of their own beliefs,” he told Yan Xun.

"This way, we can better manipulate these gods."

“But I’ve only heard about it,” Vincent said. “Not many people actually do it.”

Yan Xun showed his curiosity at the right moment, looking at Vincent with admiration, as if hoping that the other party would answer his questions.

Vincent coughed a few times before saying, "Our entry into these worlds comes at a price."

“Once we are mentally overloaded, we are likely to suffer brain death,” he told Yan Xun. “I have heard before that some people have performed dangerous operations in order to get more points without professional guidance.”

"He was eventually found dead in his own cubicle."

He looked at Yan Xun and said, "You must have heard about this kind of thing, right?"

"You need to distinguish between games and reality."

“Yes, of course I’ve heard of it,” Yan Xun said.

He vaguely sensed that the world Vincent described was somewhat different from the world he had once known.

“In the place I live, many people have never been to any other place in their entire lives…” he hesitated before speaking, “…a planet.”

Vincent looked at Yan Xun with a ghostly expression, sizing him up as if he were a recently evolved ape.

"Never been to other planets?" Vincent repeated.

"You haven't been to other planets?"

"Hmm..." Yan Xun nodded, "Is it strange?"

“…Unbelievable,” Vincent said, then quickly changed his expression. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

He said to Yan Xun, "I'm just too surprised."

He looked at Yan Xun curiously, "Is your planet an agricultural planet?"

"Or is it a livestock planet?"

“But I’ve heard that both of these planets also have starports for traveling to other star systems,” Vincent muttered to himself. “Could they be remote planets not located in the main star system?”

Which galaxy are your coordinates closest to?

As expected, Yan Xun felt no surprise upon hearing Vincent's words.

"I don't know," Yan Xun shook his head.

“I don’t even know where our planet is,” he told Vincent. “Everything there is very primitive.”

"How primitive is it?" Vincent seemed to think Yan Xun was lying to him.

"It's more primitive than you can imagine," Yan Xun said. "We're still using keyboards; we can't access the online world through a brain-interface."

He mimicked what he had seen in science fiction movies and talked about them.

“We don’t use our brains as an excuse to enter the online world,” Vincent couldn’t help but say.

He now truly believes that Yan Xun comes from a remote planet—otherwise, he wouldn't believe such an outrageous claim.

"So that's why your task is so simple?" Vincent pondered.

"Perhaps," Yan Xun said.

"Many people from your school participate in this game?" Yan Xun asked. "What are you referring to as points?"

"Points earned after clearing a dungeon?"

“No, it’s points that can be used in real life.” Vincent now felt that Yan Xun was a caveman, and he was more patient with him. “Some people will start a live stream as soon as they enter the dungeon.”

"Points earned from live streaming can be used in the real world."

Seeing that Yan Xun seemed to be thinking about something, Vincent added, "I didn't start a live stream, so you don't need to worry."

"Because you're a student?" Yan Xun remembered the other person mentioning school and holidays.

“Not entirely,” Vincent said. “The school doesn’t want our training content to be discovered.”