Character: Xiao He

Occupation: God

Level: ∞

Main element: Life and Death

Minor Element: None

Strength: ∞

Defense: ∞

Treatment: ∞-∞

Talent Skill: [Reverse Healing]

Faith Value: 1

Title: The Nameless God

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Compared to the initial character data, the only addition on the panel is "Faith Value".

However, it is this level of faith that is the key to becoming a god of life.

Just like Valerie's gratitude after being saved, this heartfelt thanks will translate into Faith Points. When Faith Points reach a certain level, the priesthood title will change accordingly.

"With so many people here, how can I possibly judge who deserves to be saved and who doesn't..." Xiao He shook his head, putting aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

"Since upgrading titles requires a lot of faith points, why not save them all and see what happens?"

Xiao He had little experience; she could rattle off a whole bunch of details about martial arts techniques, but she really lacked life experience.

Hanflav's memories are completely irrelevant. They weren't human life; they were "divine life."

Having made up his mind, Xiao He turned his attention back to the mural.

Saintess Polis had a delicate and pretty face, like all goddess statues, with a kind and benevolent expression, as if she were a compassionate person who cared for all living beings.

"Okay, you're the one!" Xiao He's heart stirred, and he copied her facial features onto the system's face-swapping interface, then switched over without making a sound.

Looking at Saintess Polis's armor, it is very similar to the one Patica wore earlier, so it is likely that this is the traditional armor and accessories of the Saintess Temple.

"Steal one set? Or borrow one set?" Xiao He bit his lip, his eyes darting around.

For the best results, charisma and presence are essential...

"Um, Valerie, I'm going to the restroom."

"Okay."

Xiao He turned and strode quickly to the end of the corridor, turned left, and disappeared from Valerie's sight.

She quickly washed her face, removing the scribbled spots and freckles, revealing a face that could easily be mistaken for Polis's.

There is a narrow staircase outside the restroom that leads to the second-floor viewing platform, where the twelve saints are said to be staying temporarily.

As the leader of the twelve saintesses, Pattika's room is naturally the first one and is very easy to identify.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention nearby, Xiao He slipped into her room.

A faint scent of incense filled the air, and the room was decorated mainly with sheer fabrics, revealing that the owner was a girl with a refined lifestyle.

Xiao He had no time to lament the difference between himself and others; as soon as he closed the door, he quickly began rummaging through the wardrobe.

Whether it's for changing or as a spare, Pattica couldn't possibly only have that one set of Saint Cloths.

Soon, Xiao He found a brand new holy garment, turning it over and over several times to determine which side was the right side.

"Oh no... I don't know how to do these decorations..."

"If I had known it would be like this, I would have brought Valerie up here to help me earlier."

In front of an oval full-length mirror, Xiao He frowned, but his hands moved with surprising speed.

The straps were roughly threaded through the garment, and a perfectly good new outfit gradually became a mess.

"Holy shit..."

[Xiao He: Come help me!!!]

A moment later, Wang Xuefeng's figure climbed in through the window.

At this moment, Xiao He was like a cat that had sealed itself away while playing with a ball of yarn.

On their heads, hands, waists... ribbons and silks were tangled together in an indescribable way.

If her neck hadn't been nearly strangled, she probably would have continued to sulk.

"What are you doing? Are you holding yourself in a bind?"

Wang Xuefeng was shocked and walked to her side in disbelief. He casually grabbed a fluttering ribbon and tugged at it like turning on a light switch.

Seeing his expression, Xiao He became even more frantic. Afraid that his voice would attract attention, he could only lower his voice and growl, "Stop laughing! Hurry up and help me with the back of my head, I can't reach it!"

Wang Xuefeng silently accepted the tangled ball of yarn she handed him: "Women...have a long and arduous journey ahead."

Even with his sarcastic remarks, Xiao He didn't bother to refute them.

It was a long and arduous task from the start.

The ribbons, which had been tangled and disordered, were easily straightened out in Wang Xuefeng's hands.

But looking at the gruesome sight of the clothes that had already been "dressed up" in front of him, twisted and turned in various ways, he still let out a heavy sigh.

In the end, she dismantled them all.

Looking at himself in the mirror and at Wang Xuefeng, whom he was diligently managing, Xiao He bit his finger guiltily.

His snow-white skin, set against the pure white holy robes, was as flawless as a masterpiece.

Her shapely figure appeared slightly more mature than before, as if the past two years had not stood still because of her slumber.

In order to dress her properly, Wang Xuefeng activated his third talent and used a calculation speed that was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people to determine the correct way to wear the clothes.

Xiao He carefully observed his pupils in the reflection and discovered that his so-called "ability to see" was not ordinary seeing.

"So... you still can't see what I look like, right?" Xiao He asked suddenly after looking for a while.

"Hmm," the latter replied.

"No wonder." Xiao He raised an eyebrow, as if deliberately looking for trouble. "I was wondering why you were so unmoved even though I'm dressed like this. Are you even human?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuefeng immediately broke down: "Then why don't you send me the picture??"

"Really?" Xiao He blinked.

...

In less than ten minutes, Wang Xuefeng tied the last knot behind her back.

Xiao He circled himself in the mirror a few times, his face full of curiosity.

Looking at his impeccable outfit, she couldn't help but smile broadly, and even gave him a thumbs-up with both hands.

"Great! Brother is awesome! Best!"

"Huh?" The latter stood with his hands on his hips, a question mark on his face: "Where's the picture?"

"It's out! Look how beautiful it is!"

"Why do you look different from before?"

"This is called the System Disguise Technique! It's fireproof, waterproof, and won't smudge, 100% foolproof, understand?"

"Disguise? A randomly generated face from the system?"

“It’s Saintess Polis’s face,” Xiao He corrected.

Wang Xuefeng was stunned for a moment, and finally realized what she was going to do by wearing this outfit.

"Quickly, pack up and get out of here." Xiao He said as he hid the empty clothes hanger in the closet.

The two quickly restored Pattika's room to its original state and were preparing to quietly leave through the back window.

"Boom—"

The earth suddenly trembled violently.

Even the statue of Saintess Polis tilted to one side in the tremor.

Amidst the shattered glass and dust falling from the dome, several mysterious figures draped in cloaks descended from the sky.

The leader stepped on the stone statue and with a flick of his sleeve, blocked all the exits.

“From now on, this place will be a branch of the Resurrection Cult. You either submit, or we will kill you all.”

A confident and assertive voice echoed throughout the hall.

Valerie, who had been waiting for Xiao He in the corridor until she was about to doze off, suddenly froze on the spot.