The Black-Stockinged Nun Is Actually a Boy?! [21]

"Humiliated by a mere brat? A hunter would rather die than be dishonored!"

Jace roared, channeling his final strength. He ripped out the ice spear embedded in his body and lunged toward Helen with deadly resolve.

Clang!

His claws struck against a radiant shield.

Shock filled Jace's eyes, quickly replaced by despair.

Dingling~

The silver anklet around Helen’s foot chimed softly, signaling that the [Holy Shield] had activated, negating a single melee attack.

"Is this really all you've got as a werewolf?" Helen looked down mockingly, a sly smile curving her lips. "You’ve fallen far short of my expectations—not a good doggy at all~"

Jace’s vertical pupils faded to white as blood poured from his wounds, draining his life away.

He had burned himself out completely.

"May you repent your sins in hell," Helen murmured piously, clasping her hands in prayer, and then—

She delivered a swift kick to the werewolf’s corpse.

In the pristine white chapel, the floor was splattered red, littered with mangled werewolf remains. Amidst the carnage, the nun hypocritically offered prayers, holiness mingling grotesquely with perversity.

Krrrack—

Within Helen’s body, the [Temptress Seed] blossomed fully, rooting itself firmly as an alluring rose.

Having reached the peak of [Tier 1 Temptress], Helen could now either advance to [Tier 2] or consume the [Tier 1] Nun seed to begin dual-classing.

"You... you’re not going to interrogate him?" Natalie descended slowly from midair, her cheeks flushed as her eyes locked onto Helen’s blood-stained feet.

Damn it, why does she look so irresistible?!

Helen stood barefoot in a pool of blood. "I don’t need to guess to know they were hired by the Blood Elves. Harvest the claws and eyes; I’ll deal with the Outlanders outside."

"Huh? Oh, sure." Natalie said absently, then handed Helen a pair of white thigh-high stockings.

Helen: ???

"Your feet are covered in blood. Clean up and put these on quickly," Natalie muttered, averting her eyes. "Relax, they were mine back in high school. Haven’t worn them in ages."

Lost in the thrill of her seed’s awakening, Helen only just now realized she was standing barefoot in a sticky mess of blood.

"But... stockings..."

"You’re already dressed as a nun. You're really going to worry about stockings now?"

"That's different; the habit is mandatory," Helen retorted stubbornly.

Natalie’s lips curved in a subtle smirk. "So you plan to meet the Outlanders looking like that?"

"Hmph, mere stockings can hardly faze me!" Helen proclaimed, snatching the stockings decisively—but her trembling legs betrayed her unease.

Natalie eyed her quivering legs knowingly. "Well, if you're too scared, forget it. I was just worried you'd catch a cold."

Helen folded her arms, acting tough. "Go mind your own business."

Natalie shrugged, smile broadening slightly. "Alright, call me if you have trouble."

Having experience dissecting demons, Natalie felt only slight discomfort as she began to expertly carve the werewolf corpse.

Helen, meanwhile, found herself struggling. After wiping her feet with cloth torn from the chapel chairs, she stared at the stockings in hand, her mind racing.

This will be my first time wearing stockings... and they're white, symbolizing purity.

"Oh, who cares? A man stands proud between heaven and earth—how could mere stockings trip me up?"

Encouraging herself inwardly, Helen quickly slipped the stockings on.

Perhaps they were too small, or maybe her thighs were slightly plump, but the lacy top edges squeezed softly into her flesh, creating an enticing curve—not too thick, not too thin, just irresistibly rounded and soft, radiating a strangely provocative charm.

The stockings pressed gently into her skin, tempting one to pinch until it dripped water!

"Uh…" Helen’s cheeks flushed faintly. For some inexplicable reason, she felt unusually warm.

Thud-thump! Thud-thump!

Just then, noisy player voices sounded from outside, forcing her to step out of the chapel.

A group of players stood shoulder-to-shoulder, chatting excitedly about some "trailer release."

Trailer?

Helen smiled faintly. She’d already seen this game’s trailer in her previous life and was unbothered.

Under countless curious gazes, she gracefully exited the chapel and approached the crowd.

Noticing her arrival, the players quieted immediately, attention turning to her.

"My friends, thank you for eliminating evil and protecting justice. In gratitude, I’ll reward you with some [Black Iron Swords] and medical supplies." Helen clasped her hands, sorrow painted clearly on her face. "However, we’ve discovered these werewolves were collaborating with harpies from the mountains and sirens from the Aegean Sea, conspiring to devour villagers."

At the end of her speech, Helen tactfully dabbed at her eyes.

Most players immediately felt moved, though sharper individuals like Anna and Li Wei frowned thoughtfully.

Werewolves collaborating with mountain and sea transcendents?

A full-scale land, sea, and air offensive now?

But soon, all rational thought ceased.

Helen had begun unloading [Black Iron Swords] engulfed in mesmerizing violet flames from a carriage.

"I implore you to avenge the villagers. Bring me the bodies of these transcendents, so their souls may rest in peace." Helen knelt, grief-stricken. "I have thirty [Soul Swords] as your reward."

Seeing the fiery violet blades, players burst into enthusiastic cheers.

Barely two days into the open beta, most players had yet to reach transcendence, let alone touch transcendent items. This quest instantly became irresistible.

"So, the werewolf quest was just a prelude!"

"No wonder it was so hard, and the reward was only basic weapons and meds."

"An advanced quest! Hell yes!"

"Forget acting noble—just hand over the quest already!"

As players chatted enthusiastically, Anna quietly opened her quest panel and reviewed the mission details:

[Quest: Avenge the Fallen]
Recommended Level: 0-2

Description:
The kind-hearted Sister Helen mourns the tragic fate of villagers. To grant peace to the departed, she offers her treasured possessions.

Objective:
Deliver as many Siren and Harpy corpses as possible to Sister Helen.

Rewards:
Top 30 participants will receive a "Soul Sword"; those below 30th place gain 3 points of affection with Sister Helen.

The competition had begun.

Anna studied the message thoughtfully, glancing behind as a few eager players had already begun sneaking away.

"Those swords look badass! I’ve got dozens of sword models back home—how could I miss out on hers?"

"Is there a battle pass for this game? I need that sword skin!"

"If I marry this nun, can I have this sword every day?"

"Keep dreaming."

Meanwhile, in the chapel, Natalie finished cleaning up the werewolf remains, only to notice a pink-haired girl in a goldfish dress suddenly standing by the statue.

"Are you the ones who killed these werewolves?" The girl asked flatly, raising a dagger and pointing it at Natalie.

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T/N: WELCOME BACK HELEN (its been a few months since i tled this... so mistakes are def inbound)

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