The Lucky One in the Church? (Super Large Chapter, Please Vote)

Before Laina stood a broad, crude "shed" enclosed by brick walls and corrugated iron sheets.

She recognized it as a church because beside the shed's open corrugated metal door stood a rusty thick iron sheet, with the word "church" scrawled across it in red paint.

Snowflakes drifting down from the sky fell upon the red paint, quietly settling between those vivid crimson letters.

Poorly dressed people passed by the iron sheet one after another and entered through the shed's open, heavily rusted metal door.

"Search this way! The target definitely ran through here!"

Faint shouts seemed to drift over from behind her.

Laina lowered her head and looked at her clothes.

Her once-exquisite red dress had long since been torn apart in the battle. On the way here, she had deliberately smeared herself with mud to cover her pale skin, then wrinkled and dirtied the ruined dress to make herself look more like a bedraggled drifter.

In fact, even among drifters, she looked particularly miserable right now.

Among Winter City's drifters, those dressed in complete rags were only a small minority. Most had poorly paid temporary jobs that gave them just enough income to scrape by.

The money was not enough to pay rent, but it could barely buy basic food and daily necessities and keep them alive.

So most of them tried to keep themselves looking a little cleaner, because employers preferred it that way.

Though life was miserable, everyone was trying their best to survive.

If they were too dirty, armed Security Guards would drive them away or even attack them when they entered relatively prosperous districts.

But this was near Storm Building, the most chaotic place in the city. Even if Laina made herself look dirtier and more disheveled, it would not arouse much suspicion.

Laina turned