Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

On the last night, the following day, these newly enrolled novice nuns would begin their formal training on how to become qualified nuns.

The nunnery has few courses, except for one less course, "Close Combat," compared to the men's nunnery next door.

The course schedule generally includes:

"The Sermon" – Learn the way of a pastor and cultivate a steadfast and unyielding spirit.

"The Prayer Class"—Learn how to pray sincerely and effectively, offer the power of faith to God, and receive feedback from God.

Sunday worship—not a class, but a regular activity interspersed within the curriculum—involves going to the monastery's chapel every Sunday to pray to the statues of the gods.

Social Practice: Visiting local residents and providing community assistance, not frequently, about once a week.

Home Economics: Students learn wilderness survival skills, cooking, and other life skills. It's worth mentioning that both the midterm and final exams are based on wilderness survival exercises, which is quite interesting.

"Exercise Class": A little exercise to loosen up the muscles and bones. After all, they're all girls, so too much exercise isn't necessary. Domi simply defined it as a "slacking-off class," which is the best psychological comfort during school days.

It feels like having a "slacking off" class gives me something to look forward to in life, and even the toughest classes give me the motivation to keep going!

At this time, Domi's roommate had already arrived and was kneeling on the bed sheet, with his arms crossed and his eyes closed, praying to the God of Glory.

My roommate's name is Julia. It's clear that she is a very devout believer. After getting to know her, I learned that her family is also a member of the Glory Church, which is extremely pure and without any impurities. The fact that she was able to come here to study is entirely due to her family following in her father's footsteps.

She finished her evening prayers and looked at Domi, who was lying flat on the bed, with slight displeasure:

“Afu, as the most faithful servant of the gods, you must also do your evening prayers.”

Domi didn't want to do such a thankless and trivial task, but out of consideration for her roommate, she still spoke politely:

"Maybe I'm too nervous. After all, school starts tomorrow, and I'm a little distracted. I don't think God would accept the prayers of someone with an impure heart, would He?"

“That’s true,” Julia actually believed him. “Please be more careful next time. Goodnight.”

After saying that, she quickly got into bed, said goodnight, and went straight to sleep. She never stayed up all night!

immortal!

That's all I can say.

What kind of person doesn't stay up late? An ascetic? He certainly can't.

Even if you want to stay up late, there's almost nothing to do. The room is pitch black with the lights off, which is really boring.

However, with the mindset of 'don't worry about whether I can sleep or not, I'll just stay up a little longer,' Domi switched to Aurora and Arenna's perspectives, watching a "palace intrigue drama" and a "natural legend," before finally feeling sleepy and falling asleep...

The next morning at five o'clock, he got up on time, and coincidentally, Julia also woke up at the same time.

"Morning~"

"Good morning!"

While Julia was washing up in the private bathroom, Domi, wearing a loose nightgown, came to the balcony, leaned against the railing, and inhaled the auspicious purple aura from the east, getting her daily reward.

Open your eyes, and from the third floor, you can see almost half of the entire monastery.

In the vibrant morning light, the monastery, with its birdsong, fragrant flowers, and lush vegetation, is as tranquil and peaceful as a paradise.

The sanitation workers, who had gotten up even earlier than them, were already sweeping leaves from the roads. Their brooms swirled up the withered yellow leaves, and the rustling sound was carried by the morning breeze to every quiet dormitory room, like a gentle mother blowing through her long hair.

Then came the bronze bell at exactly six o'clock in the morning.

thump—

thump—

thump—

Three consecutive chimes—the nuns' wake-up bells, and the surrounding residents usually wake up at the same time, making the whole area seem to come alive.

"Afu, the washroom has been empty for a long time. Hurry up and wash up, or you'll be late."

"Good~"

If we disregard Julia's religious fanaticism and obsession, she is actually a very good girl—disciplined, kind, meticulous, friendly, and quite good-looking, at least pleasing to the eye.

Soon, Domi finished washing up, touched up her makeup in front of the mirror, cast a time spell, put on the nun's robe she had received yesterday, picked up her handbag, and left the room with Julia, squeezing into the crowd and heading towards the academy.

When I passed by room 1-304 next door, I specifically looked inside to check. There was no one there. It seems that Jefuer can live independently. At least I don't have to worry about that.

The teacher who came to Class 103 was very lucky; the tallest teacher, Domi, was sitting behind the not-so-short Jef.

"Jiefuer, class is about to start. As the class monitor, you need to maintain classroom discipline before the homeroom teacher arrives and create a quiet environment for her. This will greatly improve your standing in the homeroom teacher's eyes, and it's also very important for the homeroom teacher to have a good impression of you."

Jefel nodded imperceptibly, then stood up and walked to the podium in full view of everyone. She clapped her hands, and all the chattering girls in the classroom turned to look at Jefel on the podium.

She waited a moment, then said, "Keep quiet, the homeroom teacher will be here soon."

As the class monitor, her words undoubtedly carried great weight.

Just then, the nun in charge of Class 103 (the class teacher) walked to the door and happened to hear Jefur's voice as she was organizing the class. She thought to herself that she had really found the right person to be the class monitor.

A smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

Speaking of which, she was the strictest of all the nuns in charge. She wanted to make a strong impression in the first class, but the students, led by their class monitor, didn't give her that chance at all.

"Well, it seems I can be less irritable for the next few years."

When the homeroom teacher entered the classroom, Jieful immediately returned to her seat, leaving the podium to the teacher.

"Ahem, hello everyone, it's an honor..."

( words omitted here)

"Now we will officially begin class. Please turn to the first page of your textbooks and write down your names and classes so that you don't lose them."

The quiet classroom was suddenly filled with the rustling of pages turning and the occasional whisper of discussion.

"Do you turn the pages of a book with your mouth?!"

Domi, of course, wrote down Afu's name without a care in the world, feeling no guilt whatsoever.

Then, looking at Jef's back, a strange glint flashed in his eyes. His original intention was to help her establish prestige among her classmates and to please the homeroom teacher, but he didn't expect her to time it herself and maximize the benefits of her actions.

Now he looked at Jefel with new respect.

She's not stupid at all; on the contrary, she's very smart. She just follows the principle of energy conservation in her dealings with people, avoiding things she can do.

"The task is arduous and the road ahead is long... The task is arduous and the road ahead is long..."

After that came the mundane lecture session. The only teaching material was the Bible in my hand, which was about as thick as the Bible from my previous life. In addition to recording the miracles of the Glorious God and the history of the Glorious Sect, it also occasionally included some magic unique to the Glorious Sect, usually with the Glorious God as the protagonist, which was used in the story.

It's quite immersive, and you won't find it boring to learn from. He thinks the textbook is really well-written.

The only drawback is that to unleash the magic of the Glorious Cult, one must have a light-elemental talent and receive a divine blessing. This blessing will alter some characteristics of light magic, giving it different effects.

It's the same as Edward eating the Rime-Fire Fruit to change his fire attribute, and himself consuming the Phantom Crystal to change his shadow attribute—the same effect.

Anyway, he can learn as much as he wants. Without the blessing of the gods, no matter how much he learns, it's like a car without batteries—it can't be driven at all.

Moreover, the strength of the blessing is linked to faith. It's already good enough that he, a rebellious person, received the blessing at all. Why bother to investigate further...

Therefore, Domi defined this "Cultivation Class" as a "Slacking Off Class".

When the homeroom teacher was lecturing on the textbook, he would secretly flip to the back to read the stories, ignoring the magic and the compiler's boasting.

Time to slack off always flies by, and after a break between classes comes "Prayer Class," which is also the class that Domi least wants to attend.

In this class, the homeroom teacher will demonstrate how to pray. It is obvious that a prayer with the correct posture and pure and powerful faith can directly bring blessings from God. This action completely stunned all the students present!

"Based on my example, you can also try to improve your own prayers, make some minor adjustments in content and mindset, and when you can perceive the presence of God, the semester is almost over."

"To give everyone more confidence, we'll go around one by one. Okay, first student in the first row, please start your prayer and make it loud so that everyone can learn from it."

The first student was quite shy, not because the prayer was awkward, but simply because of his personality. In the end, he still finished reciting his heartfelt prayer and received applause from everyone.

Then came the second... the third...

As the number of people in front of him dwindled, Domi's heart pounded like a war drum! He hadn't panicked even when fighting the boss.

What the hell?! A train running in another world?! He can't stand this kind of oppressive feeling! What's more, he doesn't know how to pray at all. What if he gives himself away?

Believers, my foot! What believer doesn't even know how to pray?

"Sir, you seem very flustered?"

Just then, Jef's voice rang in my mind.

"You can sense my feelings?" Domi was quite surprised. Aurora and Arenna had never experienced this before. Could it be because they were close to each other?

"No, it's mainly because your feet are against my chair leg and they're shaking, that's what I felt."

"..."

"Is it because of prayer? Do you need my help?"

"You should take care of yourself first." Domi shrank his trembling legs, not feeling that Jefel had any strength left to help him.

"Please don't underestimate me; I can come up with a whole bunch of prayers right now."

After saying that, Jefle gave Domi a live demonstration of what it means for a prayer to come from the heart. She said that as long as there are no boundaries in one's heart, there will be no end to the prayer...

“I can give you a demonstration later to prove that there is nothing wrong with my prayer.”

Domi's eyes darted around, and she asked tentatively, "Do you remember the goal I set for you at the beginning? To become the most beloved girl in the convent. Actually, it has an ultimate goal, which is to become a saint. So if possible, I need you to show enough piety to the gods. Can you do that?"

"Easy game, watch my performance."

Then I met Jef.

Amid the eager anticipation of her homeroom teacher and classmates, Jefur stood up, took a deep breath, crossed her arms over her chest, and slowly closed her jewel-like eyes.

With its cute little mouth slightly open, the most devout voice came from deep within its throat, like a missionary from afar spreading God's words to the local people.

As time went on, everyone's expressions changed, from anticipation to astonishment, from astonishment to shock, then to disbelief, and finally to almost kneeling down!

As Jefle continued her prayers, the phantom of the glorious god descended directly into the classroom, right above Jefle's head. No one could see His face clearly, but they could feel His kind gaze, as if He were looking at His most beloved daughter.

The radiant light of blessing showered upon Jefel as if it were free, and even her classmates around her benefited from the update.

One person achieves the Tao and the chicken and dog ascend to heaven!

Even Domi, bathed in golden light, crashed.

Is this... really an effect that can be achieved through acting?!

I won't watch the next Oscars without you!