"My kind goddess, please forgive me for having an affair with another woman behind my wife's back..."

Ilsa: You should beg your wife for forgiveness, not a statue.

"That stupid woman also left her earrings in my pocket. Now my wife is doing laundry. Please protect me from being discovered by her..."

Ilsa: So you want me to make your earrings disappear?

In the sacred and solemn monastery, a middle-aged man was kneeling in front of the tall and beautiful statue of the goddess and chattering.

After he finished talking about his personal affairs, he muttered "Goddess bless you" for a while, and then sneaked out of the monastery.

Ilsa watched him leave with an expressionless face, and then saw the next letter stumbling over.

"Loving goddess, I'm sick. But I don't want to die. Please heal me..."

Ilsa: If you are sick, go and treat it. I am not a miraculous doctor.

"Goddess..."

"My lady goddess..."

"Help me..."

The sound of prayers and confessions in the church was endless, and it was even more hypnotic than bedtime stories. Ilsa looked down at these devout believers from above, and instead of feeling any sympathy, she only felt irritated.

Too irritable, too boring.

How could she be so unlucky that she couldn't dress up as anything but a statue that couldn't speak or move?

What kind of evil did she commit in her previous life?

The matter started three days ago.

By the way, three days ago, Ilsa had just finished reading a male-video novel called "The Supreme God's Throne". The content of the novel was nothing new. It was just that the male protagonist Long Aotian traveled through different worlds, opened a harem and upgraded at the same time, and finally successfully became a

God’s routine story.

When Ilsa read it, there was nothing she particularly wanted to complain about. It was a fun story anyway, so logic was not important, as long as it was fun. It wasn’t until the last part where Long Aotian killed the gods that she finally couldn’t help it anymore.

This Long Aotian is simply a case of cerebral palsy. Not only did he have sex with all the girls, but he even didn't let go of the supreme god in this world, just because the supreme god is female.

You said you're going to do it if you're a goddess, anyway, stallions are so pissed off. Why do you want to kill someone?!

Long Aotian's explanation was: She was unwilling to become my dependent, which hindered my path to becoming a god.

Wow, that’s really reasonable and well-founded… what a piece of shit!

He is the supreme god, so why should he be your dependent? Who do you think he is? Why, you really think you are a god after being praised by a group of ignorant people all day long? Do you deserve the key? Do you deserve it?

Ilsa was completely defeated by Long Aotian's brain circuit, and she passionately insulted the male protagonist for a thousand words in the comment area. Because the essay was so well written, it was also liked by other readers and replied: Where can I buy you?

's writings?

Ilsa was so praised that she felt so good that she fell asleep without turning off the computer. She even beat Long Aotian violently in her dream.

As a result, when she woke up and opened her eyes... everything in front of her was wrong.

White marble steps, tall and smooth stone pillars, brilliant domes, and silent and solemn nuns.

Everything was far beyond her knowledge.

This, this is a monastery?

Has she traveled through time?

Ilsa was completely shocked. She subconsciously wanted to take a breath, but found that she couldn't do the simple action of inhaling.

WTF...WTF???

Ilsa's heart was beating wildly in shock, but she soon discovered that she couldn't feel her heart beating at all.

Not only the heart, but also breathing, speaking, movement... nothing can be done.

Can she stop dressing like a dead person?

Just when Ilsa was doubting herself, two nuns slowly walked up to her. They raised their faces and looked up at her, their gentle eyes full of piety.

"Dear goddess, thank you for blessing us with beauty. May your spirit and love fill our souls."

Ilsa:?

Goddess? Who is the Goddess? She?

Ilsa looked confused as she watched the nuns queuing up to pray. After praying, they brought some long soft-bristled brushes and scrubbed her body back and forth, while chatting:

"Our goddess statue is so clean, there is basically no dust left on it."

"Of course, this is a statue of the Supreme God. There are remnants of the gods inside. How could it be contaminated?"

"Ah? Then if we use a brush to clean it, will the goddess be angry?"

"No, the goddess knows that we have a pious heart..."

Ilsa:…

Ilsa finally understood.

No wonder she couldn't move or speak. It turned out that she had turned into a statue of a goddess.

——This is worse than a dead person. The goddess statue sounds nice, but in fact it is just a stone!

Ilsa was completely devastated.

In this kind of collapse with nowhere to vent, she welcomed waves of believers and spent a long day in their chattering prayers.

Until night, when she was jumping repeatedly in anger and sleepiness, an ethereal and gentle voice suddenly interrupted her.

"Ilsa, wake up."

Ilsa looked at the empty hall.

Who? Who is talking?

"Ilsa, please answer my call."

Who? Who is Ilsa?

"...Ilsa, the child I am calling is you."

What is Isa? What is Ilsa? What is Isa?

"It's you! You're Ilsa! Stop asking, please stop asking!"

The gentle voice finally couldn't bear it anymore, and Ilsa responded listlessly.

"Are you calling me?"

"That's right, it's you I'm calling." The gentle voice became calmer again.

Ilsa said dissatisfied: "Did you get me into this statue?"

"It's me, but not me. To be precise, it should be 'us' who summoned you to this world."

Ilsa: What the hell are you talking about?

"We are the goddess, the countless fragments that make up the goddess. You can imagine us as the stars in the night sky, and now the stars are about to fall and the goddess is about to die, so we place our last hope on you."

Ilsa was confused when she heard this: "Wait a minute, there are too many things that I don't understand. Let me explain it first. You said that the goddess is about to die. Why will the goddess die?"

"Because of the appearance of the God-Slayer."

God Killer? Why does this title sound so familiar?

Ilsa suddenly had a bad premonition: "This god-killer you are talking about...what is his name?"

The voice was silent for a moment: "——Glenn Croft."

Glenn, this name sounds so familiar... Holy shit, Glenn Croft?

Isn't this the name of Long Aotian?

Only then did Ilsa realize that she should have entered the novel "The Supreme God's Throne".

Silence, endless silence.

"So you predicted that Glenn would kill the gods, and in order to prevent this from happening, you pulled me into this statue." Ilsa said seriously, "Excuse me, is there any connection between the two?

"

"There is no connection." The goddess fragment's voice was also serious, "But we can't change the trajectory of the world. Only outsiders can save the world."

What the goddess said was confusing, but fortunately Ilsa could understand it for the time being.

In a nutshell, they cannot save themselves and can only use the power of outsiders to deal with the God-killer.

And she is the unlucky, unfortunate outsider who is doomed.

"It's not to save the world, but to save you, right?" Ilsa said thoughtfully.

"It saves us, it saves the world, and it saves you."

The empty and soft voice is full of divinity, "It is the order and authority that saves the name Ilsa."

Ilsa: A group of magicians.
To be continued...