When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

Meanwhile, the other Chosen Ones, after briefly learning about the church, also realized that they had been sidelined. However, most of them dared not speak out against it, fearing that something unexpected might happen.

However, with so many chosen ones, there are bound to be some oddballs, and they're all starting to show off their unique talents.

Their target was Sister Hilde.

"Rule Two clearly states that Sister Hilde can provide most of the help to the Chosen Ones, which means that her strength is unfathomable. She is the most terrifying existence in this church. We must do everything we can to get closer to her. If we can subdue her, wouldn't we be able to do whatever we want in this mystery dungeon?"

"Hahaha, looks like I'll have to resort to my beauty after all. Back in Korea, those women were madly in love with me, even willing to die for me..."

"Yosh, in this respect, no country understands women better than us Japanese..."

The effeminate and greasy Park Jeon-ki from the Great Korean country has actually started using his good looks to seduce Sister Hilde, hoping to make her his ally. His words are full of passionate pursuit, yet he remains rational and hasn't made a move...

Rosman, the chosen one of the Ottoman Empire, began to fawn over her like a sycophant. Knowing Sister Hilde's importance, he naturally hoped to bring them closer...

Kyoto Okita from Japan is a lewd, fat otaku with a face covered in pockmarks. His massive physique makes him look very stable, weighing over 200 pounds. As a typical otaku, he reveals a lecherous look when facing Sister Hilde.

Father Davis of the Bald Eagle Empire began his official duties, subtly inquiring about the church and town, feigning mystery, and subtly probing for Sister Hilde's secrets, while his eyes darted around, searching for something...

Since entering the Sunset Empire, Aaron had remained silent, aside from asking a few questions. He was waiting for an opportunity, searching for a moment to seize the initiative...

Soon, the butcher appeared!

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Ghost Stories Dungeon.

The butcher, covered in blood and holding a butcher's knife, followed silently behind Sister Hilde, without uttering a word, until they reached the confessional.

His massive size made the confessional feel cramped when he entered the confessional, and the floorboards creaked as if they couldn't support his weight.

The pungent stench of blood and decay permeated the cubicle, reaching directly in front of Su Ming. A normal person would have been retching on the spot by now.

However, Su Ming appeared completely calm, without the slightest sign of abnormality, though a ripple appeared in his eyes.

In addition to the strong smell of blood, he also smelled a strong stench of corpses.

"Father, I have sinned!"

The butcher's rough, deep voice came from the cave entrance, and his rapid breathing indicated his unease. Su Ming could even faintly hear his frantically pounding heart.

"The Bible says: All people are sinners, but as long as they realize their mistakes and return to God's embrace, their sins can be eradicated. Child, don't be nervous, speak slowly, I'm listening."

Su Ming's words seemed to possess a calming magic, instantly calming the butcher's rapid breathing in the confessional.

"Father, is it really wrong to love someone? I clearly love that bitch Karina so much, I'm even madly in love with her, I give her meat, money, and everything I have every day, but why can't she give me any response? Why won't she accept my love? I know it's all her husband's and her children's fault!"

"To get her, I sneaked into her house in the middle of the night, killed her husband, and beheaded several children. I thought she would fall in love with me, but this bitch went crazy and tried to kill me, calling me a madman and a monster. I'm not a monster, I'm not a monster..."

The butcher's previously calmed emotions seemed to recall some unbearable memories at this moment, and his whole body began to tremble. The burlap draped over his head gradually began to fall off, revealing an extremely ugly and deformed pig face, with some flesh and blood still remaining on his thick, scarlet tusks.

This horrifying scene was like having a wild boar's head attached to a human body.

"I killed her, I killed that bitch. I loved her, loved her so much I would give anything for her. Why couldn't she accept even a little bit of my love? After that, I dragged the bodies of her whole family back to the slaughterhouse..."

"Father, after that, I found myself gradually falling in love with that feeling, with the feeling of killing. Whenever night fell, I would involuntarily start looking for my next target, and after killing them, I would drag them back to the slaughterhouse..."

"But last night, I had a nightmare. They came to take revenge on me. Father, I am guilty, but I am willing to donate all my savings from these years to the church, just to seek God's protection and redemption..."

"However, before that, I want to do one last thing: to receive God's forgiveness again..."

The butcher suddenly raised his head and stared intently at the entrance of the hole, as if he knew that the young priest was watching him.

That ugly, disgusting pig face became incredibly ferocious, and its right hand, which was holding the butcher's knife, silently rose slightly.

The butcher's actions at this moment showed no sign of remorse; on the contrary, they were full of provocation.

It is important to know that as a believer, one should not raise one's head and look directly at the priest after entering the confessional; this is a grave sin of disrespect.

But he did it anyway!

The hideous, terrifying pig face was full of bloodthirsty provocation, showing not a shred of respect. He, who had been kneeling, slowly began to stand up.

"Child, God is forgiving and great. He is willing to give a chance of redemption to all believers who are willing to repent. Take your own life."

"That's wonderful, Father, I'm so grateful...!"

The butcher, with his ugly pig face, uttered words of gratitude, but stopped abruptly before he could finish. His pig brain was clearly not quite processing what was happening, and his face was filled with disbelief.

The young priest's voice came through again!

"God said, for the stubborn and wicked, only kill, do not save!"

"You're talking nonsense! When did God ever say such a thing?!"

The butcher was furious; he felt he had been fooled!

How could God say such a thing?!

Before he could even lash out in a rage, the partition in front of him suddenly shattered, and a hand grabbed his pig-like head and dragged him inside.

At that moment, the butcher's massive body seemed as powerless as a broken rag doll, unable to resist at all, followed by a series of horrifying screams.

Perhaps they felt it was too noisy.

The young priest easily pulled out the butcher's bloody trachea, silencing the butcher instantly. He calmly said:

"What I say is no different from what God says!"