Ilsa really admires these believers. They stay up in the middle of the night and come to pray. Their gods are really miserable and they have to listen to their nagging 24 hours a day. This is not just a 996 blessing, it is a 007

ah!

"God, I have a wish."

After the young man said these words, he raised his head slightly. The light was dim and Ilsa couldn't see his face clearly. She could only vaguely see his dark black hair, like the darkness of the night.

Ilsa was drowsy: Go ahead, talk about it, I'm listening.

It must be some trivial personal matter, or it may be a meaningless delusion. Anyway, she has heard it countless times.

The young man spoke again, this time with a faint smile in his voice.

"——I want to taste blasphemy."

Ilsa was still drowsy: Hmm...huh?

Wait, did she hear it right? What the hell?

——blasphemous?

There is only one statue here. Who are you trying to desecrate?

Before Ilsa could react, the black-haired young man had already taken a step forward, and his pale and slender fingers slowly touched the smooth and cold statue.

Ilsa was instantly shocked: Go away! Don’t touch the thigh of the statue!

However, the young man could not hear her inner cry at all. The young man's fingers snaked upward on the white thighs of the goddess statue, and the moonlight fell on his fingertips through the colorful stained glass, showing a soft and holy light.

Although Ilsa was just a cold statue, she still felt the delicate and cool touch from the young man's fingertips.

...It's over, she was touched. She was touched by a man.

Ilsa:I'm dirty.

A huge sense of shame rose from the bottom of Ilsa's heart. She could not resist and could only watch the young man touching the statue helplessly, muttering as he touched it: "Nothing happened."

Ilsa: What else do you want to happen?

Under Ilsa's resentful eyes, the young man touched it carefully for a while, and then took his hand back slowly.

"Forget it, it's not interesting. Sure enough, the goddess does not exist..." He raised his face, his dark pupils looking particularly deep under the candlelight, "There is really no fun in desecrating a stone."

Ilsa: Are you still disgusted??

The young man with black hair and black eyes stared at Ilsa in the shadows, with a faint sense of inquiry in his focused and quiet gaze.

"But - let's leave some marks before leaving." He suddenly said.

Ilsa: What are you doing again???

Ilsa watched in horror as the young man bit his index finger, and a round drop of blood flowed down from the pale fingertip. Then he stretched out his hand and wiped it gently, leaving a faint blood mark on the inner thigh of the statue.

"Well, it looks much better this way." The young man looked at the fresh blood stains on the statue and nodded with satisfaction.

——What a good-looking fart!

Ilsa was going crazy.

What kind of quirk does this person have? Not only did he steal the statue, but he also left a mark on the statue. Why didn't you just write "I am here for a visit"?!

Ilsa was madly insulting this pervert in her heart, and then the young man couldn't hear her voice at all. The young man looked at it carefully for a while, and finally turned away with satisfaction, and quietly walked out of the monastery under Ilsa's glare.

Ilsa: Damn it, go out and fall to death, you pervert!

The next day, in the soft morning light, the nuns started a new day.

After they finished praying as usual, they unexpectedly discovered that there was a faint blood mark on the inner side of the leg of the goddess statue. The blood mark was a faint crimson color, which reflected on the pure white and smooth stone sculpture, like a rotten flower.

"Why is there blood on the goddess statue?" A nun covered her mouth in surprise.

"Did any believer accidentally stick it on?" another nun guessed.

"However, if you are praying normally, it should be difficult to get blood on the statue of the goddess..."

Ilsa listened impatiently.

In any case, this is her current image. Now everyone is staring at her legs, which makes her very uncomfortable. She hopes that these nuns can stop talking and come over immediately to clean the blood marks.

As she wished, the nuns discussed for a while without any results, so they temporarily put aside their doubts and took out the cleaning tools to carefully clean the blood marks on the statue.

"Strange, why can't it be wiped off?"

"Is the cleaning intensity not enough? Use a little more detergent?"

"It still doesn't work. If you continue washing like this, the statue will be damaged."

"Then what should we do..."

The nuns looked at the bloody marks on Ilsa's legs and were helpless. Ilsa looked at the nuns and cried without tears.

Are you okay? If not, then stop doing it. My legs hurt!

The removal work failed, and the nuns had no choice but to put the matter aside. After all, this was a noble statue of the goddess. Without the permission of the Holy See, they did not dare to do anything unnecessary to the statue of the goddess without permission.

The affairs in the monastery continued, and believers came in and out of the church in an endless stream. Ilsa cursed the pervert who broke into the monastery in the middle of the night, while listening to today's prayers and confessions perfunctorily.

Still nothing worth mentioning.

In this way, another long half day passed. In the afternoon, when Ilsa was trying to recall Long Aotian Glenn's upgrade path, an ethereal and familiar voice suddenly appeared in her mind.

"Ilsa...the time has come to come."

This voice... is the remaining spiritual thoughts!

"Are you really here?" Ilsa said in surprise, "You have been silent these past few days. I thought you disappeared."

"We haven't disappeared, we just don't dare to consume our spiritual energy at will."

"I understand, I understand, then what do you mean by coming?"

"That's it, you will get your body in the human world." The remaining weak divine thoughts murmured, "In the past few days, you have collected enough beliefs, which can be used for you to shape a human body. Do you want to come now?

?”

Ilsa was very excited after hearing this: "Of course, right now!"

She has waited too long.

"Okay, now please close your eyes and imagine yourself in the endless glow..."

Ilsa did as she was told, even though she could not close her eyes as a stone statue. What was amazing was that as the voice of the divine thoughts became more and more ethereal, she was actually enveloped in a holy light.

The light grew stronger and stronger, gradually engulfing her. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a completely unfamiliar sight.

Narrow alleys, passing crowds, and buildings of varying heights. The sunlight cast down from above the alleys, making Ilsa feel a touch of warmth.

——Incredible.

Ilsa looked down at her hands in surprise, and the corners of her mouth that were rising crazily suddenly froze.

There is no doubt that this pair of delicate and white hands can only be possessed by humans. Whether it is the soft skin or the clear bone structure, they are full of the unique beauty of life, and they are impeccably beautiful, but——

They are really too small.

It was so small that Ilsa doubted whether she could hold a small apple with one hand.

She looked at her hands in disbelief, then bent down and looked at her lower body.

What catches the eye is the naturally hanging skirt, the cute and petite soles of the feet, the slender and straight short legs... short legs?!

——This is exactly the body of a child.

Ilsa immediately called to her mind: "Did you make a mistake? Am I too young like this?"

"Where is the small one?"

"Everywhere is small!"

The voice of divine thought muttered slightly: "We can make your breasts bigger, but not other parts..."

Ilsa: "..."

She thought she was finished. She didn't expect that the mind of the guiding npc was so abnormal. She would definitely die in the future.

"Can't you turn me into an adult? A teenager, at least not a little girl with short arms and legs..." Ilsa asked reluctantly.

"No. The faith you have collected can only support you to become like this. If you want this body to grow, you must collect more faith and develop more believers."

Ilsa finally despaired.

He also said that it is not a cult, but this is simply more domineering than a cult.

"Is there any shortcut? It's every day, and it's too slow to collect."

Ilsa shook her little arms in resignation and walked slowly out of the alley.

She didn't know where exactly this place was, but it was obvious that she was on the streets of a certain town. People were coming and going on the streets, the shops were filled with all kinds of goods, and the conversations among the people were cheerful and peaceful. , full of lively atmosphere.

God, the outside world is much freer than the monastery.

Ilsa was like a curious baby, walking around among the crowd. While she was curiously looking at the shops selling food on the street, she was chatting with Shen Nian.

"Listen to the wishes of believers and realize the wishes of believers." The voice of the divine mind said, "Every time a wish is realized, a large amount of faith can be obtained. The prerequisite is to let them know that this is not simple luck, but the favor of the goddess."
To be continued...