Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

Power 99999 But by Saint Sister Alice

No one could know who the Saint was before the Goddess. Before being chosen as the Saint, she might have come from the Church, or from the South, or be the daughter of a Grand Duke, or a princess of a certain country, or perhaps she was just a fisherman's daughter.

This has been the case for saints throughout the ages.

The current saint is just a blank slate, she knows nothing. In order to cope with the upcoming crises and challenges, she needs to accumulate knowledge, be tempered by battles, and be more far-sighted and independent.

Therefore, the Saint needs to go through trials and tribulations, and the person who accompanies the Saint during that long journey of trials and tribulations is the "Holy Nun".

only……

This generation of Saint Sisters seems to be even more powerful than the Devil himself?

……

Volume: Volume 1

1. Strength 99999

The town of Weilin is located on the border of the western empire's self-garrison province. It is a small town close to the western mountains and forests.

Forty years have passed since the end of the last Demon King Crusade. Large-scale wars have not occurred on this continent for a long time. Peace is the main theme here. Due to its proximity to the forest where a large number of monsters live, the emerging adventurer profession has attracted more and more people to the town of Weilin. Most of them are young people who come from the interior of the empire and come here to participate in the training with their dreams.

These energetic young people have brought new vitality to the town of Weilin.

Adventurer's Guild, United Guild, Merchants, Church, more and more organizations set up branches here, and the prosperous scene gradually became the norm.

But recently, some uneasy voices have begun to appear and spread among adventurers.

There are a lot of adventurers gathered in the Adventurer's Guild Hall today. Due to the recent appearance of dangerous monsters rampant in the forest, the weaker adventurers are prohibited from accepting new commissions.

For a time, complaints were rampant. Even if this was intended to prevent new victims, many adventurers hadn't received their rewards in days, which was unavoidable. Most of these idle adventurers came to the guild, inquiring about the latest developments and hoping for a clear response from the guild—for example, a consultation with the lord to defeat the monsters in the forest.

"Have you heard? Someone was attacked again, right in the forest..."

"I heard yesterday that someone saw those monsters. Tsk, I didn't expect someone would suffer again today."

"Speaking of which, what are those monsters? Are they demons?"

"It's hard to say... Everyone, I've heard some news. The merchants who have come to the city recently seem to be saying that the Demon King might be resurrected."

"Is this true? Didn't His Majesty say that the Demon King wouldn't be resurrected for at least sixty years?"

"I only know that the Holy See has been selecting holy nuns recently."

"I've heard that too. It's said that the Holy Sisters were trained and selected by the Vatican specifically to protect Her Highness the Saint..."

Halfway through the conversation, a short, anxious cry broke the noise.

"Please make way... please, please make way!"

The adventurer who spoke noticed the figure of a young girl stumbling into the hall and running towards the counter.

“President!!”

She yelled at the top of her lungs.

She wore simple chainmail and leather gear, a common garb among adventurers, but the flimsy armor was already tattered. A scabbard hung at her waist, but no sword. Blood clung to her pale face, some of it a strange, pitch-black color. She gasped for breath, stumbling onto the counter. She leaned on her hands and struggled to shout toward the corridor behind the guild, "Master Guild Leader... please save us... save our village...!! Master Guild Leader!"

"Huh? I know her. She went out the day before yesterday and hasn't come back since..." One of the adventurers recognized the young adventurer and looked surprised. "I thought she was dead."

"She looked as if she had been in some trouble."

"Please, please wait a moment, the president has just come back, I, I will help you convey it right away..." The receptionist behind the counter looked at the bloody handprint left by the girl on the table, stuttered, and no longer cared about the half-written document in his hand, and hurriedly stood up and ran behind him.

Soon, several figures wearing silver armor and with tough faces appeared in the corridor and walked quickly. The man in the lead had slightly gray temples and deep wrinkles on his resolute face. There was a hint of murderous intent in his sharp eyes. He was wearing black iron armor and the unknown blood on his body had not been wiped off. It was obviously not his blood.

The black-armored man approached the young adventurer who had come to him for help and got straight to the point. "What's wrong with you? What happened to your village?"

"It's, it's those monsters!!" When the girl saw the president personally coming, hope immediately flashed in her eyes. She immediately knelt down in front of the president and begged, "Those monsters are attacking our village! Our way is blocked... We wanted to ask for help, but I was the only one who escaped... President! Please save our village..."

As she spoke, the girl choked up and cried in a hoarse voice.

"Right, right, our village is right by the river, to the north, north. From here, across the plain, you can see it... President, please help us. We can raise money in the village. As long as you..."

monster.

The adventurers present all thought of the recent rumors that a ferocious and bloodthirsty monster had appeared in the forest. They were extremely powerful and elusive, and were likely the minions of the Demon King's army.

"You don't need to pay. The lord will give us a sufficient reward." The president glanced at the rustling crowd and returned his gaze to the kneeling girl before him. He helped her up and said, "Can you move?"

"Of course I can! I've practiced martial arts! I can lead the way, and I can fight! Master President, do you want to..." The girl burst into tears of joy, but was interrupted by the president halfway through her words.

"According to what you said, the monster has already reached your village. It's too late for me to go there now," the guild leader said, lifting the girl like a chicken and striding out of the guild. He easily threw her onto his horse and mounted himself. "So I can only ask the Vatican for help on your behalf. Don't worry, that person is more powerful than me. Only she can save you."

……

Northeast of the town of Weilin lies a field planted with many beets and vegetables. To the south of the field lie several longhouses where tenant farmers live, and to the north lies a monastery.

The monastery is not large in scale. It is a branch institution supported by the Orthodox Church of St. Ganlior, and it manages the church affairs and industries in the town.

At this time, in the prayer hall, several nuns were decorating the hall, placing candlesticks in front of the statue of the goddess, wiping the tables and chairs with clean rags, and arranging the not-so-luxurious decorations neatly one by one.

Aisha Faris was one of the nuns. She put the tables and chairs in order with quick and decisive movements. She was very skilled at these tasks.

While she was working on the task at hand, her eyes were somewhat empty. Her gaze was not focused on the table, but on——

【Elsa Faris】

【HP: 99999】

[Magic Points: 1]

【Strength: 99999】

【Spirit: 1】

【-】

“Nothing has changed today…”

she muttered.

Since she came to this world, she had this data panel of unknown origin. At the beginning, her strength and life attributes increased every day. Her strength had long been great enough to easily make a big hole in solid steel, but she had never been able to learn magic.

Until recently, his Strength attribute had stopped at 99999. Apparently, his Strength had reached its upper limit—what did that mean? It was probably unbeatable in this town.

But unfortunately, her magic power is only 1.

Elsa had once imagined that a fully loaded dashboard would represent the world's most powerful being. If expressed in terms of combat power, it would be around 99999^4, but Elsa's current level was only 99999^2. This made Elsa feel like she was only about 1/99999^2 of that being's power.

If the algorithm is changed to addition, then the combat power of the strongest person in this world should be 99999*4, while Elsa's is 99999*2+2, which is about half of the former's strength.

All in all, Aisha felt that she still had room for improvement.

Unfortunately, after her strength reached the upper limit, Elsa waited for several days but did not see any changes in her magic power and mental value. She asked the priest for advice, but still could not learn magic.

"Tsk, is this panel broken? Coming to a magical world but not being able to learn magic is so boring..."

Elsa was very unhappy.

At this moment, a heavy voice came from outside the quiet monastery.

"Excuse me, is Sister Faris here?"

The voice sounded like Bramuth, the guild leader who looked powerful but was actually extremely weak.

……

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2. Ruth's Amazing Flight

"You mean, those monsters appeared again?"

"Yes, and it's urgent. Their village is under attack by monsters. I know you don't like getting involved in these matters, Sister Faris, but you're the only one who can save them now. So... for the sake of the goddess, please help them. Our guild will also explain this to the priest, and the reward will be generous."

Elsa stood in front of the door with her hands on her hips, frowned and looked at Bramut, then looked at the girl dressed as an adventurer following behind him. Elsa could not see the panel information of other people, but only saw the hope in the girl's eyes.

The girl's body was covered in dirty mud and blood. She looked at Elsa nervously, her eyes filled with indelible expectation, but more of a deep sense of uneasiness.

The girl was very anxious because the nun before her didn't look like someone more powerful than President Brahmud, but the president seemed to want her to help him.

Is it really okay? Can she do it?

"Don't use those theories to hold me hostage. I don't want to have anything to do with your adult—this time it shouldn't have anything to do with Charlie, right?"

Charlie Bran is the mayor's daughter. Elsa's relationship with her is complicated. To be honest, it's hard to describe in a few words. In short, Elsa hopes that Bramuth is not here for Charlie's matter this time.

"Of course... Miss Bran doesn't know about this..."

"That's fine."

The girl's wandering thoughts were interrupted by Elsa's voice. As she spoke, Elsa pulled down her black headscarf under the girl's gaze, and her bright golden hair fluttered in her eyes. She had never seen such beautiful hair before, and she realized that the nun named "Farris" looked about her own age.

"As for those monsters... fighting against filthy creatures and providing aid to those in distress is the duty of our church. Thank you for telling me this, but please excuse me from anything else."

Elsa neatly tied her long hair into a ponytail, slanting it at the back of her head, and tied her long skirt with a drawstring. A passing nun, clutching a book, saw Elsa remove her headscarf but didn't show any surprise—the people here were already accustomed to Elsa's unique style.

"Thank you, Sister Faris..." Brahmout, who was usually serious and harsh, acted a little aggrieved in front of Faris. It was obvious that Elsa was angry with him because of the last incident with Miss Charlie Bran. However, he knew that although Faris was not forgiving in her words, she had actually agreed to his request, so his expression became more relieved.

The girl looked at Elsa, then at Brahmot, but she couldn't get a word in. Elsa ignored Brahmot and turned her gaze to the girl behind Brahmot. She paused and said, "What... is your name?"

"Ah?" The girl suddenly woke up and said quickly: "I am Ruth - Ruth Rebecca..."

"Well, Miss Rebecca," Aisha nodded politely to Rebecca and asked, "Where is your village?"

"It's north!" Ruth said hastily. "It only takes an hour to ride there..."

One bell is two hours, and the church will ring the bell at three times to tell the time: morning, noon, and evening. At noon, only six bells are rung.

Elsa shook her head.

"That's too slow. By the time we get there on horseback it will be too late."

Elsa had some understanding of those monsters. They were brutal, murderous, and full of aggression. They would not wait for rescue. If it was a town like Weilin with high stone walls, it would be fine. However, the village's defense was weak, and it would be difficult to hold out for long under the siege of those monsters.

"But, but..."

"Are you okay with your injuries? Can you move?"

"I, I'm fine! I can still fight!" Ruth said anxiously.

Brahmute explained, "I gave her a potion that will restore her vitality for a short period of time."

"That's fine," Elsa stepped forward and hugged Ruth around the waist without even looking at the girl's expression. "Then Ruth, you help me show the way. Let's go."

"Huh?" Ruth's voice.

Leaving now? Just the few of us?

Wait, how do we get there?

Ruth was puzzled.

Seeing this, Brahmot subconsciously took a few steps back and looked at Ruth with eyes full of subtle pity.

Elsa bent her knees slightly, and the next moment, a violent shock came from under her feet. With a loud bang, the violent wind pressure tore at Brahmot's cheeks, and pebbles crackled on his armor - in front of him, only a deep pit was left on the ground, and spider-web-like cracks spread on the stone slab.

He raised his head and vaguely saw a small black dot flying away quickly in the dazzling sunlight. A heart-wrenching scream gradually faded away with the wind - it sounded like Ruth's.

Bramuth bared his teeth, and the cool wind squeezed into his throat through the gaps between his teeth.

“No matter how many times I see it, it still feels incredible…”

At this moment, the side door of the monastery was thrown open with a loud noise, and an old man in black stumbled out. He immediately saw the huge pit in front of Brahmute, and his eyes widened immediately. The wrinkles of age made his eyebrows stand up. "What did that guy Falis do again!?!"

Bramuth quickly put on a smile and said, "I'm truly sorry, respected Father Angus. This is a matter of official business. Please allow our guild to cover the cost of the repairs..."

……

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Ruth closed her eyes tightly and screamed heartbreakingly.

She hugged Elsa's neck tightly, feeling as if her heart was about to be pulled into her stomach. As Elsa jumped without warning, the strong feeling of overweight hit her, and she almost fainted.

"Relax, it may be a little strange the first time, but you'll be fine soon. You'll be safe here with me." Elsa said in Ruth's ear. In fact, she had already controlled her strength so that it would not suddenly surge by dozens or hundreds of Gs, otherwise Ruth would have fainted and her clothes would not have been able to hold up.

"But there is no more time left for us now. Open your eyes and tell me the direction - time is running out, I hope you can overcome it."