The Black-Stockinged Nun Is Actually a Boy?! [20]

It quickly became clear that, at this stage, the players were still too weak. Against a supernatural species like werewolves, they were clearly at a disadvantage.

Even Li Wei, one of the top players in the group, was fighting with visible effort.

Fortunately, the sheer number of them made up for it. Barely.

But that delicate balance didn’t last long.

Jace, the werewolf alpha, suddenly dropped to all fours, his body tensing like a coiled spring, ready to lunge.

“Shit, no good—BOSS is entering phase two!”

“Wait, what? We barely touched him! How is he in phase two already?!”

“Ah, rookie mistake. See, his health bar is linked to the little mobs. You ever play Elden Ring?”

…

Jace blinked in surprise. These damned Outlanders weren’t reacting at all to his intimidation. Were they not afraid of death?

During the earlier fighting, they’d constantly dodged, using bizarre roll techniques to avoid blows. And yet they still insisted on getting in one more hit on his pack, muttering strange phrases like “one HP left” and “he’s low.”

And now, instead of retreating, they were chatting mid-battle?

Forget it. No more thinking.

He’d crush that smug nun first—take her down, and maybe the rest of the Outlanders would fall apart.

Whoosh—

Just as Jace prepared to pounce, an ice spear came whistling in from the side.

He had no choice but to crouch down and disperse his gathered energy, narrowly avoiding the projectile.

His wolf eyes scanned the battlefield—and there she was: the white-haired nun, seated sidesaddle on a floating frost-tipped broom.

“Phew~ So this is what transcendent power feels like,” Natalie said, lifting off her nun’s cap as she looked down at Jace from above.

“You’re no nun. You’re a witch! A true cleric wouldn’t use frost magic!” Jace growled. Even a werewolf like him understood the basics of Church spellcasting.

“What if we’re from a secret branch of the Church? Who are you to say I’m a witch?” Natalie snapped back, summoning several ice spears and launching them toward Jace.

Jace’s physical stats were close to a Tier 2, and his agility was top-notch. Though Natalie had the upper hand, she couldn’t quite finish him off. A deadlock formed.

But to the players watching… this was clearly a scripted cutscene. Which meant it was time to fight freely.

“No wonder these mobs hit so hard. We’ve got NPC allies!”

“Wait… don’t those two nuns look familiar? Especially the ice one. She feels kinda sus…”

“I think the green-haired one’s really cute. Think she’ll show up in tomorrow’s teaser trailer?”

“Wait—teaser trailer?”

“Yeah, the game’s releasing its first expansion tomorrow! This is the world’s first full-dive holographic MMO!”

…

As the players spammed both attacks and public chat, Helen—still standing beneath the statue—slowly raised her arm.

Purple flames spiraled around her wrist, flaring into a brilliant whirl. The display was stunning.

“Holy shit, that nun is cracked!”

“So cool! This has to be a cutscene!”

“That purple fire is sick. I wish I had a skill like that.”

“I declare—she’s my wife!”

…

While the players buzzed with excitement, Jace, in the distance, just stared.

That fire’s strength… barely anything. It’s flashier than the witch’s ice, sure, but the power’s spread too thin. Accuracy’s trash. It’s all style, no substance.

“Hah… so one of you’s a witch, and the other’s a damn Temptress from Hell. A pretty little tramp like you—aren’t you afraid the Inquisition will come for you?” Jace snarled, repositioning to leap at Natalie first.

“I may walk in darkness, but I serve the Light. You, however… shall be buried in the dust of history!”

Helen’s emerald eyes gleamed as she flung the spiraling violet fire outward in a dazzling arc.

To the players, it looked like a saint embracing forbidden powers to smite evil—a visual masterpiece.

[Charm of the Mind]

Jace’s mind fogged over for a moment—but he shook it off quickly. At Tier 1, the ability didn’t affect him much.

Still, even a brief lapse in focus could be fatal on the battlefield.

Violet flames roared around him. Shards of azure ice tore through his flesh. His coarse fur ignited, and the flowing blood froze into crystalline red ice.

By the time the magic barrage faded, Jace lay sprawled in a pool of his own blood, barely conscious.

The remaining werewolves hesitated, their morale collapsing. Some even turned to flee.

To the players, though? That was just free loot running away.

With cries of “exp’s escaping!” and “don’t let the drops get away!” they charged after the stragglers.

One by one, the last of the werewolves were cornered and cut down in a rising tide of steel and fire. With the final wolf falling, the battle inside the chapel came to a close.

“Gentlemen,” Helen called, bowing deeply to the players, “please escort the frightened villagers outside, and make sure no stragglers remain. Rewards will be distributed once I’m finished.”

She gave a perfect court curtsy, lifting the hem of her nun’s skirt just slightly, revealing smooth, slender calves.

It was the textbook palace curtsy—something she’d been forced to learn in her past life to infiltrate the imperial court. Really, any player who’d survived the fall of Constantinople knew it.

For a moment, the players were stunned. Then they erupted into cheers.

“Wife! WIFE!!”

“She’s definitely going to be in the expansion trailer.”

“Official player waifu confirmed?”

“No way—probably the new poster girl!”

“Everyone listen up! I have an announcement—she’s my wif—ow, damn it!”

…

As the players enthusiastically chattered and led the villagers out, only Natalie and Helen remained behind in the blood-soaked chapel.

“So… you called me a tramp, huh?”

Once the players had left, Helen turned to the fallen Jace with a saccharine smile.

She knelt and slipped off her shoes and white socks, stepping barefoot into the pool of blood.

Her fair, delicate toes—round and smooth like cream-glazed grapes—were soon stained crimson. Helen didn’t care. Holding her dainty shoes in one hand, she descended the white stone steps of the altar, each footstep splashing quietly.

She approached Jace, who lay gasping on the floor.

His pupils shrank. A primal fear crept in.

“Hey, talk to me,” Helen said sweetly, looming above him. “Didn’t you say you wanted to play~?”

Jace’s limbs were still pinned by Natalie’s ice spikes. He couldn’t move.

Smack… smack…

Helen’s bare feet padded through the gore as she began circling him, eyes aglow with mischief. Her expression never changed—playful and serene.

“Playing dead? That’s not how a good dog behaves~”

Crack!

Inside her body, the Temptress seed bloomed—finally sprouting.

A sharp twinge of pain rippled through her, but Helen kept her smile. Standing before Jace, she tilted her head and said playfully:

“I asked you a question.”

The Temptress seed continued to flourish, drawing strength from both combat and her roleplay—especially moments of performance that embodied the class’s personality.

From a distance, Natalie watched with a blush spreading across her cheeks. She covered her face with both hands—yet still peeked through her fingers.

What would it feel like if Helen stepped on me…?

The thought struck her suddenly, unbidden.

Helen’s passive skill, [Beauty Is a Curse], had activated—again.

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T/N: OMG PLEASE STEP ON ME TOOO IM A BAD DOG!

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