No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

"Run! The rules say the church is safe!"

When Mu Zhixi regained consciousness, a transparent panel was shoved in front of her.

[Character creation system is now activated]

[Host has no fixed physical body detected; original character template for the host has been synchronized.]

[Currently Possible Character: Crowned Goddess Ran]

[Is it possession?]

Mu Zhixi was silent for a while, then raised her hand and poked at those lines of text. Her dizzy brain finally finished its overload and successfully turned on.

"?" Mu Zhixi's expression gradually froze as she realized what had happened.

If I'm not mistaken, the chuunibyou character she created in her past life when she had a fever of 40 degrees Celsius is waiting for her to personally log in.

Mu Zhixi choked.

The good news is that I no longer need to lie in a hospital bed with a tube inserted.

The bad news is that the cremation process was skipped, and she directly became a spirit.

After lingering for a moment, adhering to the simple philosophy of "since I'm already here," Mu Zhixi began to look around.

Before me stood a dilapidated church, half of its dome collapsed. The red moon streamed in through the gap, illuminating the black and red stains on the floor. Pews lay askew, filled with bowed-headed "people."

The environment is barely even remotely related to paradise, which is practically the same as not being at all.

Those people were dressed in nuns' habit and priests' robes, their necks uniformly tilted at an uneasy angle, each head bearing a blood-red name:

[The rotting nun] [The priest with a broken neck] [The executioner in the confessional] [The one who partakes in the Lord's Supper]

Mu Zhixi was utterly speechless, but unfortunately, she was expressionless: "..."

To be honest, is the job market really that good after death?

The company offers job placement and a formal employment contract; judging from the company environment, it's probably a foreign company.

Mu Zhixi floated in mid-air, the control panel still hanging in front of her eyes.

She glanced at the button to see if she could possess someone, but didn't press it. Instead, she looked down and observed her new colleague.

A decaying nun sat in the front row, half her face rotted away to bone, her mouth splitting open to her earlobe, holding a blood-dripping plate lined with lace embroidered with small flowers.

"Tsk, what a meticulous person," Mu Zhixi concluded.

The meat is rotten to this extent, yet they still try to plate it nicely. What kind of person is this if not someone who appreciates fine things?

Mu Zhixi picked up a stick from the ground. An unknown substance was hanging from the end of the stick. She floated over and used the stick to lift the rotting flesh that was about to fall off the nun's shoulder.

"Oh, beautiful lady, is this your first day at work too?"

"By the way, how's the work environment here? Do you offer the five social insurances and one housing fund?"

The nun did not answer.

Her neck snapped and turned halfway around, her empty eye sockets aimed at the wooden stick in Mu Zhixi's hand.

The meaning is quite obvious.

How can a stick fly by itself?

"I understand, you're socially awkward. Well then, I won't bother you any longer. Goodbye." Mu Zhixi nodded earnestly, trying her best to appear understanding.

She turned and floated toward the priest with the broken neck beside her.

The priest's head hung strangely on his chest, holding a Bible in his hands. The cover was made of human skin, and he was opening and closing it, breathing at an unhealthy rate.

Seeing the priest putting on airs, Mu Zhixi poked the cover with a stick.

"Excuse me, do you have an employee handbook for onboarding training? Do you have labor contracts and severance pay? If not, I'll take my leave."

The priest remained motionless: ...

It turns out that when people are embarrassed, they always pretend to be busy.

On the other hand, this colleague is quite cultured, speaks foreign languages, and has discerning tastes.

Will she be laid off because she's not well-educated after she officially starts working? Oh well, she hasn't even started yet, why think about that?

Seeing that the priest was ignoring her, Mu Zhixi pretended to cover her chest.

You're always like this, you never speak when faced with a difficult question.

Silence means consent.

Sigh, I never expected to be bullied in the workplace before even starting the job...

Mu Zhixi floated back into the air and looked at the floating panel again.

[Currently Possible Character: Crowned Goddess Ran]

Thinking of the chuunibyou level of the characters she wrote in her previous life, Mu Zhixi silently recited a mantra for rebirth in her heart, trying to send herself to the afterlife in advance.

She was hospitalized for ten years in her previous life, and this was how she survived.

During the Great Cataclysm, while others were passionately battling monsters or busy forming teams to survive and have children, Mu Zhixi was alone in her hospital room working on character designs, creating a hundred top-tier characters.

As for why no one dares to provoke her?

After seriously reflecting on her own experience, Mu Zhixi concluded that perhaps it was because she was the monster those people were talking about.

Perhaps not. She just likes to grab a few people to generate electricity for her. Compared to her neighbors, she's already receiving the treatment of Jesus on earth.

Mu Zhixi still remembers the promotional slogan on the software's homepage.

They will always love the one who created them.

At that time, Mu Zhixi felt very happy.

In retrospect, happiness was happiness, and retribution was indeed retribution.

And this goddess Ran, the character she wrote was extremely exaggerated.

What do you mean by sleeping for countless ages? The Lord's agent, who sees without eyes, is merciful, pure, and good.

His identity is naturally quite childish.

In her established worldview, the Sanctuary Church has 30% of the world's population as true believers. This goddess is the highest authority in the church.

It was also a masterpiece of a cold and aloof beauty that she wrote while she had a fever of 40 degrees Celsius, fueled by resentment.

I enjoyed writing it at the time.

Now it's her turn to use the account.

If Mu Zhixi had an expression, it would probably be an indifferent one.

Despite her indifference, Mu Zhixi still turned her gaze toward the gate.

The shout just now was very clear—the rules state that churches are safe.

Logically, this place should be a rule-based fantasy instance. Players survive by following the rules, while system monsters kill by following the rules.

But no matter how she looked at it, the red names above the heads of these priests and nuns were almost dripping blood.

The value of this "safe zone" is as absurd as a sign saying "Our ingredients are fresh," but the kitchen is full of Cantonese-style double ponytails, and the boss even gets a health certificate for Xiaoqiang.

Mu Zhixi thought for a moment, "Since I'm already here..."

Instead of possessing the body, Mu Zhixi decided to pave the way for herself. She dipped a stick in the blood dripping from the rotten nun's skirt and very politely borrowed a piece of cloth from a communion recipient.

Of course, it was called a loan, mainly because the other party didn't object.

Mu Zhixi spread the cloth on the bench and began writing on the front with mud.

Rule 1: Churches are safe.

Rule Two: The goddess Ran is merciful; she will help all those who face suffering.

[Rule 3: Gain Ran's trust; she is the only way to survive in this instance.]

Rule Four: At least one rule is wrong, or all of them may be wrong [elegant smile].

Rule 5: Rule 4 is incorrect.

After finishing writing, Mu Zhixi held up the cloth to look at it and was very satisfied.

Writing only this is far from enough.

What is the essence of the strange rules? It's not the rules themselves, it's the guessing game!

Thinking of this, Mu Zhixi floated to the corner of the wall, changed her blood, and wrote a few crooked characters in an inconspicuous place.

Don't go to church.

Do not trust the rules above.

Archbishop Ran is the greatest demon.

As the last word fell, Mu Zhixi suddenly paused; she understood.

In her past life, when Mu Zhixi read strange tales and sea turtle soup, she never understood why the true and false rules were written in such a fragmented way—one set on a blank sheet of paper, another set in blood, and yet another set in the corner, all emphasizing self-contradiction and forcing everyone to become a perfect reader.

Only after experiencing it firsthand did Mu Zhixi realize that it wasn't the mastermind behind it all who loved to play tricks.

—It's really fun to make this stuff!