The early morning drunken wind sneaked into the bedroom, gently lifting the pages of the diary on the table, revealing the black ink between the white pages——
The square words are different from any words in the world - they are not beautiful elven script, nor are they tough dwarven script, nor are they ancient secret scripts that are so ancient that they cannot be described.
They are Chinese!
The pages of the book turned by the morning breeze, the words on them flashed away:
"The words I used cannot be deciphered by magic such as [Language Comprehension].
"And who are you who are reading them? Are you a stranger from the same place as me, or a god who accidentally casts his gaze?
“The night not long ago, I came here without warning (I mean, without a big truck) - the world of Rioli in the game "Nightfall", a planet with 12 moons.
"The character panel suddenly popped up in front of my eyes, and a row of data let me know what I had become - the priest character I had just created in the game: a level 1 priest serving [Eternal Light], with
He has the same name as me in another world, Chabron.
"The Eternal Light, the Neutral Good among the Nine of Rioli, the Eternal, the Doorless, the Light of a Thousand Lights, the Last of the Ages, the Lord of Light, Knowledge, Magic and Time, manifested in many forms
Sphere of light that gathers brilliance and stacks on top of each other.
"Less than a minute after I traveled through time, I faced a challenge that was absolutely impossible for a level 1 priest - to treat a dozen injured people who were seriously injured in the fire!
"Fortunately - I am a humanoid anomaly myself. I was surprised to find that my identity as a [game player] reshaped the natural laws around me, and the rules of the game began to replace reality..."
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Time goes back to that night——
The next second that Shabron realized that he was in another world, he was lifted into the air by a thick hand!
"You can only heal one person?"
The burly man grabbed the little priest's collar, with bulging veins, and lifted the blond boy up.
"I apologize to you..." Chabron, who was almost lifted up in the air, showed no fear at all. He just moved his eyes slightly to avoid looking into the man's eyes.
The 15-year-old boy's pure and bright emerald eyes were filled with many different emotions.
The corner of the blond boy's mouth twitched - the collision of memories was causing him to suffer a headache that was almost a pinprick. Sweat stained his molten golden hair, adding a bit of beauty to his face that was as delicate as a porcelain doll but slightly tired.
Beside the boy, the tall Father Matruh stared at the burly man, with fire burning in his eyes:
"Jacks, this is a warning, pay attention to your behavior! You clearly know that this child just mastered basic magic a few days ago, how can he heal so many wounded people?"
Jacks - the muscular man carrying Chabron - took a breath and put the poor little priest on the ground. Hu Zai was trembling slightly with excitement:
"I'm sorry, I was too excited..."
Chabron was breathing heavily. He had only been in this world for a few minutes, and those "memories" that he had never had and should not exist were pouring out:
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Chabron "remembered" that he was an orphan adopted by Father Matruh.
They are like duckweeds in the wind, without a fixed home. When he was a child, Chabron followed his adoptive father and traveled to several counties in the Starry Kingdom on the "Lightning Train" and "Speed Boat".
The boy "remembered" that a few months ago, Father Matruh took him to a border town called [Wind's Breath Town] in the north of the kingdom, where he bought an old house and transformed it into a temple. Chabron still remembered that profiteers were renovating the abandoned house.
The adoptive father looked disgusted when he made the offer, but there was no emotion on his face.
However, the windless town is like a clockwork machine, so strict that it is almost abnormal, and does not allow any deviation or foreign things:
Every citizen of the town fulfills his duties, goes by the steps, gets up on time, eats, works, and goes to bed on time. Everyone is like an honest screw, obeying the inherent social network and completely ignoring the existence of two people.
The addition of strangers is like a discordant noise in this giant gear.
For many days, only the priest and Chabron sat in front of the temple window, bathing in the tranquil sunshine. The young man thought that there would at least be beggars begging for copper coins and food in front of the door, but he miscalculated: in the windless town, there were no
Beggars, sophisticated instruments never accommodate beggars.
The Temple of Eternal Light is still deserted, the old wooden doors are cracked under the load, and the windows are broken by stones thrown by children, but the silver-haired priest never seems to care about this.
A few days ago, for the first time, something happened that made Matruh's silver temples tremble - on the day when he came of age at the age of 15, Shabron received divine revelation and became a priest of the Eternal Light!
From then on, he was able to memorize and perform various priestly magics, and his priestly domain corresponded to the [sun] (also known as [light]) among the powers of eternal light.
——These memories are even more real than his memories on Earth. The fragrance of violets in front of the town yesterday morning is clearly discernible in his memory.
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However, just now, people who had never seen them in person poured into the temple!
——An unprecedented fire swept through Fengxi Town, and there were too many wounded people in urgent need of magical medical treatment.
In front of the young man with blond hair as bright as the sun, in the already crowded small temple, in the open space at the entrance of the temple, under the shining of the emerald moonlight——
Groans caused by pain came and went, and the stench caused by burning flesh and blood spread everywhere.
The wounded have been simply bandaged, but what can really reverse the injury is the soothing of divine magic.
Dozens of eyes are looking at Chabron, except for a very few people - the comatose who cannot look at the Savior.
On this windy night, the fire swept through the remote town overnight.
When the flames were finally extinguished by the sudden rain, every seriously injured person and their family members thought of the only spellcaster in the town who could cast healing spells——
The one they usually ignore, the one in the dilapidated temple that no one cares about, the one who is incompatible with this remote town with weird customs, is the beautiful young man named Chabron, the priest of the eternal light.
The vast majority of clergy are not priests in the game. Even level 1 priests are rare and precious. Having adopted Shabron's adoptive father, Martru, there is no real priest level.
In the starry sky known as the land of magic, arcane spellcasters such as wizards and warlocks are relatively common. Even in this remote and windless town, there is a warlock with storm magic flowing in his veins. But the spells he masters cannot heal wounds.
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Only Chabarron's magic can heal the skin and regenerate flesh and blood.
He is the only hope for this border town.
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"It's really disappointing that a humanoid anomaly like me, who is specially designed to contain divine entities, has become a priest in another world." Chabron sighed in his heart.
Returning to reality, the young priest concentrated his energy and used his mind to open the game data panel in his mind - this was the ability he had just discovered he had.
[Mana value: 2/4] (can still cast a one-ring spell once)
At low levels (1-4), the caster has very limited mana.
Now Xia Bilun, as long as he uses up all his mana to cast a healing spell, it will be enough to heal...
one person.
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(Note: Although you can’t tell it from Chapter 1 or 2, this is really a light-hearted, humorous and humorous story.)
