The Black-Stockinged Nun Is Actually a Boy?! [24]

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the curtains of the mechanical carriage, accompanied by the chirping of birds, gently waking Helen from her makeshift bed.

"Mm… so thirsty…" Helen sat up groggily, her throat parched.

At the driver's seat outside, Natalie, who'd kept watch during the morning shift, lifted the curtain. A fond smile crossed her face. "Awake already? It’s one in the afternoon, lazy Sister."

"Mm. How did things go?" Helen mumbled, rubbing her eyes and stifling a yawn.

"Twenty-five siren corpses, ten harpies, and fifteen more badly damaged—blown up by explosives or scorched beyond recognition," Natalie reported, yawning in response.

Though the werewolves had been wiped out by their combined efforts with the players, Helen’s cautiousness as a former player hadn’t diminished. Rather than taking shelter in the village houses, she’d insisted on staying in the carriage, keeping watch in shifts—Helen for the first half, Natalie the second.

Helen hadn’t expected to sleep through until afternoon, though.

"So, they've taken the fifty [Black Iron]—er, [Soul Swords]?" Helen asked, stretching lazily.

Natalie nodded. "Yeah. The last Outlander to claim a sword was someone named Anna. She asked to meet you personally, but I sent her away, telling her you’d already returned to the city."

Helen frowned slightly. Players actively seeking her out wasn’t a good sign.
The golden rule of manipulating players was keeping a safe distance, maintaining uncertainty about the consequences of crossing her.

"Never mind for now. Let's check our loot first. With all the swords given out, we'll be running a loss if we don’t find at least one [Seed]." Helen stood, pulling on her nun habit.

As Helen dressed, her smooth, pale thighs briefly peeked out, momentarily dazzling Natalie. Her cheeks flushed faintly as she hastily lowered the curtain and returned to her seat outside.

Who knew white stockings could look this silky on Helen…?

Natalie’s heart skipped a beat.

"If you're tired, go rest. I'll handle dissecting the corpses." Fully dressed, Helen stepped outside, lifting the curtain to gaze at the neatly arranged bodies. She softly hummed to herself.

Trading cheap [Black Iron Swords] for something unavailable on the market was sheer profit.

Yet it also proved a critical point: elite players—perhaps even transcendent ones—were already appearing. After all, ordinary players wouldn't have been able to kill and transport this many [Tier-1] monsters within a single day.

Granted, not every corpse was a clean kill. The scorched and mangled bodies proved some players had relied on explosives or firearms.

"I'm not tired, I'll help," Natalie insisted. "It'll be quicker with two."

The carriage was surrounded by monstrous corpses, and with the bloody scene at the nearby church, villagers had stayed well away.

"No need. Get some sleep. Father Mordes is keeping things under control. We won't face official interference just yet," Helen gently pressed a finger to her lips. "There’ll probably be a big fight tonight. You really should rest."

Natalie’s gaze lingered briefly on Helen’s lips. She softly mumbled an agreement before slipping back inside the carriage to catch up on sleep.

Helen retrieved a cleaver from the church and began methodically dissecting the corpses outside.

"Need help?"

Suddenly, a cool, soft voice spoke from behind.

"Sure," Helen answered without turning, continuing her work.

Evelia blinked in mild surprise, stepping beside Helen. "Aren’t you curious about the situation?"

"You've returned, so unless the Ares family are complete fools, they've likely moved to their manor outside the city to lie low," Helen replied calmly. She cut open another siren’s corpse and sighed when no Seed appeared.

Evelia straightened her skirt, then squatted gracefully beside Helen. "Aren’t you tired?"

"No," Helen said quietly, pausing to wipe sweat from her brow. Her usually pure, delicate face showed a rare hint of exhaustion. "Because I want to become stronger and go home."

Evelia’s crimson eyes widened slightly.

"The newspapers say you're alone."

"Which paper?"

"The Imperial Sun. The one with the 'Most Marryable Girls' ranking…"

"That paper’s all fake! Total trash!" Helen puffed her cheeks irritably. "If I become Bishop, I’ll shut it down myself!"

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Li Wei removed his game helmet, shaking his head lightly to clear his fatigue before reaching for a Coke from the table.

"Hey, Li's back," his roommate, a young man wearing glasses, said, pulling up a chair. "How’d it go? Did you get a [Seed]?"

"Not yet, but I think I'm close. Seems like [Seeds] come from certain transcendent creatures," Li Wei replied, recalling the previous night spent hunting sirens alongside skilled players. Some had shown extraordinary, almost unbelievable methods.

The gap between himself and the top-tier players remained evident.

"Not bad, Li. Matches what some forum experts have been saying," his roommate praised.

Li Wei looked at his friend in mild surprise. "Since when were you interested in gaming? Aren't you usually more into outdoor sports?"

"Hey, this game’s blown up way beyond expectations," his roommate replied, pointing upwards meaningfully. "Rumors say it’s strange—too realistic. Tech’s way too advanced."

"What does that matter to ordinary guys like us?" Li Wei replied indifferently, opening his computer to visit the three-day-old "Magic and Technology" forum.

His roommate scoffed lightly. "You should check out Pipapipa instead. They just uploaded the closed-beta trailer."

Li Wei paused, quickly opening the Pipapipa video platform, one of the biggest domestic video sites, offering far more info than forums or message boards.

Scrolling through trending videos, he spotted the trailer immediately. Its cover image depicted Constantinople aflame, smoke rising as crowds fled the burning city.

"Version 0.1… The Fall of Byzantium." Li Wei quickly read the title, clicking to open the video.

The trailer began from an eagle's perspective, soaring high above a battlefield where Roman soldiers clashed with gun-toting goblins. Suddenly, a goblin cannon shot blasted the eagle, plunging the view downward into chaotic close-range combat.

Roman soldiers and transcendent humans fought desperately, but under the goblins’ relentless gunfire, Roman banners fell one after another.

No music accompanied the footage, only the raw sounds of shouting soldiers, gunfire, and cannons. The high-definition imagery and slow-motion shots were startlingly realistic.

Brutal, cunning goblins. Soldiers breaking under pressure. War in its most brutal form.

The camera slowly rose again through battle smoke, reaching the dazzling sun above, which suddenly flared brightly. After the flash, various factions and NPCs appeared:

High Elves from England, Frankish power-armored knights, Rhine half-succubi, Venetian mermaid merchants wielding magic, Viennese air-painting warlocks, ice witches from Kyiv, Eastern Daoists, and shrine maidens from the farthest East—all flashing across the screen, mesmerizing viewers.

Finally, the camera returned to Byzantium, or as the game called it, Constantinople. This section slowed deliberately, introducing prominent NPCs one by one: the imposing Emperor, handsome princes, beautiful princesses, devout archbishops, solemn patriarchs, and…

"Hm?" Li Wei's eyes widened suddenly, recognizing the next scene.

"Though I walk in darkness, I still serve the Light. As for you—you'll be buried in the dust of history!"

A petite, stunningly beautiful green-haired nun flung a vibrant violet fireball toward a werewolf.

Just as the fireball nearly struck, the scene abruptly switched to other NPCs, prompting a flood of complaints in the comments.

"What terrible editing! Only giving me a glimpse of my wife?"

"That's it, I officially claim this nun as my wife!"

"Why is she always your wife? Can't she be mine for once?!"

"You guys fight over her, I'll just be Cao Cao."

"Wait, that nun's transcendent—can we ask her for a [Seed]?!"

Li Wei silently closed the video, a complicated look in his eyes.

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This is a fan translation of 黑丝修女姐姐居然是男孩子？ by 水滴磐石 All rights to the original work belong to the creator. Please support them by exploring their original work or sharing it with others if you can. Thank you for reading and supporting my efforts to bring this story to a wider audience!