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

The most urgent task...

Mu Zhixi slightly raised her eyes. Her three cheap subordinates, who had been promoted to A-level, had already arrived outside the reception room.

Mu Zhixi brought up the rules panel of the live stream and glanced at it.

According to information obtained from the live stream comments, in this six-star dungeon, once a high-intensity battle breaks out on either side, the system will inevitably lock the main screen and camera of the live stream onto that side.

Therefore, there's no need to worry about having no audience for your upcoming show.

Mu Zhixi took a deep breath and straightened her back, which had relaxed earlier.

Although her slender body sank into the sofa, her demeanor seamlessly shifted back to that aloof and compassionate posture.

"Bang--!"

The wooden door to the reception room was blasted open, and sawdust, along with a strong stench of decay and blood, rushed in.

The three villains, including the priest, became increasingly oppressive after absorbing a large amount of faith points.

[Wait! Why did the main camera switch back to the main beauty?!]

As the door shattered with a loud crash, the live stream indeed switched dramatically in an instant, with the main camera zooming out to the living room!

Three A-rank monsters?! Those are the same three that chased Number Six and his group all over the place! They actually came knocking on their door!

[Wait! The angel sister didn't leave, and she sent her teammates away again, just so she could face these three monsters alone?!]

[No! She looks so weak, she just coughed up blood, and she just went head-to-head with three A-level fighters!]

The barrage of comments exploded, with many new viewers drawn in by the camera jump also flooding the screen, causing the number of followers to skyrocket.

And right in the center of the picture.

The moment the three ferocious A-level monsters stepped into the room, they didn't immediately pounce and bite. Instead, they seemed to sense some kind of suppression and abruptly froze in place.

In the eyes of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room, it became a highly impactful scene.

The divine beauty remained seated, her golden hair flowing down, her pure white skirt untouched by a speck of dust.

She slightly raised her chin, her face covered with white feathers. Facing the three ferocious-looking top-tier monsters, she showed no panic whatsoever. Instead, she casually raised a pale, jade-like hand.

New viewers who had just jumped over from the scene of the team being wiped out next door were even more confused.

[This beauty is indeed stunning, but with those thin arms and legs, how come she didn't even run away when three A-rank monsters charged in?]

"New here, huh? That's called composure! What's the big fuss about?"

[Still so composed? Didn't you see her hand was still halfway in the air, forgotten to retract? She's just a terrified pretty face.]

[This is a staple of our live stream. Hopefully, when the newcomers get slapped in the face by the number one beauty later, their faces won't hurt too much.]

The next second, amidst the worried and astonished gazes of the viewers in the live stream, the priest with the broken neck, who was walking at the front, slammed his knees heavily onto the wooden floor, and the rotting nun and communion-drinking person behind him knelt down in response.

The three dungeon monsters, acting strangely, slowly crawled to the sofa, shuffling along on their knees.

The priest lowered his head, his two withered, bloodstained hands tremblingly raised, stopping a hand's width away from Mu Zhixi's fingertips, making a gesture of support, and performing a perfectly standard Western traditional hand-kissing greeting.

They didn't even dare to touch it, only daring to give a distant, insubstantial kiss, their posture so humble it was practically buried in the mud.

This etiquette is actually not difficult to understand.

The hand-kissing gesture is a classic Western court etiquette. When subjects meet their monarch, they kiss the back of the monarch's hand to express their loyalty and submission.

【? ? ? ? 】

[Am I blind? That's an A-rank anomaly! An A-rank monster that slapped an entire elite squad to death! And it's giving her a hand kiss?!]

They didn't even dare to touch it! How many levels of status must there be to show this level of reverence!

What's going on?! Is this still a six-star dungeon hunting game?!

[Where's the detail expert?! Come out and solve this problem! My brain has crashed!]

A long, bolded comment appeared out of nowhere.

[Everyone, think back carefully! Number One said something in the meeting room before—'I never imagined that there would still be sheep who believe in my Lord here.']

Is it possible that the "master" she speaks of is the "deity" mentioned in the system's evaluation? And that these three primal monsters are also followers of that master?!

[The Sanctuary Church isn't a player guild at all! It's a native force within this bizarre game! Player Number One is a player favored by the gods; the native monsters recognized her identity and had no choice but to kneel!]

[…That makes perfect sense! So, in the future, players might also have the opportunity to join this super faction and dominate those bizarre dungeons?!]

Not a single one of the million viewers doubted Mu Zhixi's player identity; they only worked tirelessly to help her perfect those seemingly absurd rank and settings.

Mu Zhixi lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the priest who was holding her fingertips in a cupped gesture.

This faith value was totally worth it!

The smell on her body was so awful that Mu Zhixi held her breath and forced back a sneeze.

She withdrew her hand, her knuckles casually resting on the armrest of the sofa, her plain white skirt spreading out.

"What state have the remnants of the old royal court fallen into?"

The priest lowered his head even further, his forehead pressed against the carpet, "Your Majesty..."

Its voice was hoarse yet feverish: "Your Majesty, please follow us to a safe area first."

"You've just woken up, so you may not know that those bastards from the old royal court have already laid their hands on the foundations of this ancient castle."

"This once sacred place has been transformed into this state by them."

The nun beside him kowtowed, her voice stern and earnest: "How can such a filthy place be worthy of you? Please allow us to clear a path for Your Majesty."

"Transfer?" Mu Zhixi asked calmly.

Beneath the white feathers, the beauty remained seated without changing her posture, like the bright moon in the sky, which should look down upon the world, untouched by worldly dust—a quality that transcends the mundane.

"Where the gods reach, there is a sacred realm."

"The Lord's gaze once fell upon this place, and the bells of the Sanctuary have not yet ceased to tolling. Do a few mere rotten worms hiding in the gutter dare to make the Sanctuary yield?"