Sain, You're the Real Jinx

Why?

Why was this happening?

Why was Sain Underground City still chasing after me!?

"Holy Light, please grant me sanity and calm me from my fear."

Bishop Megan devoutly knelt before the statue of the Holy Light God. The tone of her voice was clearly one only a devout believer could possess, except for the slight tremor hidden within it, which ruined the balance.

In an instant, the atmosphere slid from "a devout believer praying" to "a not-so-devout believer begging for mercy."

"Holy Light, please grant me peace and the courage to face evil."

A long string of prayer lines spilled from her mouth. Ordinary people would only feel dizzy upon hearing them, but to followers of the Holy Light, these were basic skills. If one had not memorized the ninety-nine forms of prayer to the gods and the eight hundred and thirty-one miracles of the Holy Light God, how could they dare call themselves a believer?

As a bishop, Megan had taken less than half a month to memorize all of it and commit it thoroughly to heart. She had used no drugs or magical items, relying entirely on her own talent, as well as—

Her desire to survive.

"Holy Light, please grant me... Damn it, why am I getting more annoyed the more I recite this!? This Holy Light God is completely useless!"

Let it be said again: Megan had memorized those dull, tedious passages that could even lower one's IQ through her own talent and desire to survive.

There had not been a shred of faith involved.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The beads scattered across the floor burst one after another under invisible pressure, exploding into tiny crystal fireworks.

The mask of devotion was instantly torn from her face, and the negative emotions within her erupted like a