Surviving as a Saint in Another World

《Surviving as a Saint in Another World》

● Text – Cathedral

《Complete chapter 1-216》

Prologue – Cult

Cult. A religious group that worships a specific god.

It is an element like licorice in a drugstore that must appear at least once in any web novel set in a fantasy setting.

Unfortunately, however, it is very rare for a church to appear as a good role in a novel.

Paladins are high-handed, heretic inquisitors want to burn villagers, bishops only reveal money, and black men’s snitches are either the Pope or a cardinal.

However, when I read such web novels, I would have thought about it at least once even if I skipped it while thinking that everyone would do that.

God exists, but can the church be the dead end?

For example, in front of my eyes, a religious person borrows the name of God as a punishment and strikes down a person from the sky. Can a priest be corrupt?

If God is fine, wouldn’t it be normal if he first put a thunderbolt into the guy who sells his name for self-interest?

So in most novels, as it turns out later, the divine being is indifferent to the villain or human being.

Either that or the humans were so stupid that they launched right away.

That kind of thing depends on the setting, so let’s get over it in moderation. That’s not what I want to talk about.

The important thing is that, despite the fact that in most novels, this church is an extremely corrupt power group, it is a fraudulent group that preys on countries with tolerable prestige because God exists.

Are you against the will of the church? It directly mentions heresy. As a result of its own investigation, it turns out to be heresy? It is an immediate execution.

It is so convenient that all evil and absurdities are rationalized under the name of God’s will.

So one day, suddenly, in a space where only white existed, I heard a few incomprehensible words from a being that anyone could see saying, “Oh, it’s God.”

Wow, isn’t it honey?

It was a very one-dimensional idea.

Reincarnated as a saint (1)

The Orion Church, the most prosperous church on the continent that worships the human god Orion.

In addition, a district in the center of the empire where the headquarters of the church was established was recognized as a sacred city and extraterritorial jurisdiction was recognized, and it was the center of faith that everyone wanted to see at least once before they died, and it was also the residence of many cardinals and archbishops, including the Pope.

Each and every believer living here is a sincere believer, so he is proud of the fact that he is serving the priesthood here, but he is disrespectful even if he dares to speak out. It was full.

What they were so passionate about was not a sound discussion that believers would easily think of, such as the interpretation of theology or discussions on residents’ policies.

“Does that make sense? Stigmata appearing in a child you set as an example and left to die?”

“Don’t let me say the same thing over and over again, Lord Nerover. It’s already happened and we have to deal with it!”

“I whipped the saint and made it into porridge. How can I deal with this!”

“The stigma is revealed and the wound is healed, so it’s not muddy.”

It was hard to believe that it came from the priest’s mouth, and the heinous words were passing casually.

“The name of the child with the stigmata is…Ronan. He is from Goa, and he came here from the Equasia region through the church.”

“Tsk…If I hadn’t beaten him, he would have been an easy-to-handle saint.”

“So, didn’t I tell you every time. The risk of beating the probationary clerics is too great.”

“Can’t you see that he was flogged in the first place? If left as it is, he’s a sprout that would have become a disquieting element of the church anyway.”

“What we need to discuss now is the response to this situation, not criticism of the manual.”

Jung-gu Heating was no different from the politicians of any other kingdom, biting each other with only what they had to say, and trying to make their voices a little bigger.

“Are you sure he is a saint in the first place?

“It’s not Orion’s stigma. However, seeing the divine power felt in the wound, we can’t deny that it’s a stigma.”

“Huh…a human receiving a stigma other than Orion. Is that possible?”

“If you look closely, the stigma itself is strange because it is not the stigma of any other race.”

“Isn’t that announcing the birth of a new race?”

“A new species is suddenly born and they announce it through humans?”

“Let us humans rule the new race well…wouldn’t that mean something?”

“That makes sense.”

The discussion about the stigmata continued for a long time, and at some point, a priest opened the door of the meeting room and whispered to the priest in the upper seat.

“Hmm…That child…The Saint Ronan is said to have awakened.”

Inside the conference hall, silence came for a moment at the words of the priest.

“If you ask a saint, you will know more clearly.”

“Wait…we haven’t decided what to do with the saint yet.”

“It’s unlikely that there will be any good feelings in the church anyway, so what can I do? You just have to ask questions and make them obedient.”

“That’s always a problem for Lord Telos. The priest who punished him could be excommunicated and the child coaxed.”

“Do you think a kid can separate the church and its clergy?”

“Ugh, a child to a saint. You talk harshly. And isn’t it our God-entrusted calling to accomplish that?”

After that, the other man, who looked at the man making the sign of the cross with disgust, shook his head and jumped up from his seat.

“Take care of yourself. Find it when it’s time to torture.”

“Somehow, Lord Telos must have been in the Inquisition for too long.”

“Sir Maximilian does that. You know very well that Sir Telos has devoted himself to the Order.”

“I did find heretics like ghosts.”

It was not worth mentioning to the people in the hall that all the heretics were people who rebelled against the will of the church.

“Well then, let’s go see the saint in question first.”

After making an agreement, the clergy stood up, tidied up their seats, cleaned up the wrinkles on their robes, and left the conference room with benevolent faces.

It was so neat that no one would have thought that it was the people who had just spit out the ugly noise.

* * *

It’s an unknown ceiling.

Having blown a horse that is proudly placed in the top 100 drips that every reincarnated person should blow at least once, I immediately looked around.

The extremely luxuriously decorated room, the most fluffy bed, and the soft clothes.

In my last encounter with the divine being, it was so divine just to see it, so I, who did not doubt that I was reincarnated in another world, went straight to grasping the situation.

A long 5700 character email? I’ve never sent one. An incredibly long hateful comment? Never. A mysterious note from the author? never received

Okay, first of all, I don’t think it’s the possession in the novel I was reading.

Next, I examined my palms, touched my face, and raised my voice.

There are bizarre patterns shining on her hands, but they fit like human hands, her face looks like a person, and her voice sounds like a man. It’s a bit on the thin side, so I wondered if it wasn’t past her puberty.

Possessing as a person, not an object or a monster, is also correct.

From nob le mt l. com

Looking around, they seem to be from a fairly wealthy aristocratic family, so at least there doesn’t seem to be any fear of death while begging or dying from a blind knife.

Do you have any cheat ability? If you have that, it’s perfect now.

That’s how I was contemplating whether to say ‘status window’, which was ranked number 1 on the 100 list of drips that should be blown at least once if I was a reincarnated person, in terms of voice.

“Hut.”

Correction. He saw me and went out again.

The person’s behavior just now must have been absurd, but other than that, I had no time to think about it because of the strange things that caught my eye.

It was because strange things floated around the man he had been facing for a moment.

Elson Torien.

Maybe it’s the man’s name?

Beneath it was written the words Orion Church Ordinary Priest.

Denomination? Is this the church?

I hurried out and couldn’t read underneath it, but I could easily guess that it was information about the man.

Furthermore, the aura around the man who had been calm until he entered turned into a scarlet light as soon as he saw me.

For some reason, I was able to recognize that it was a feeling of bewilderment.

Discrimination of feelings and psychology of the other person?

Has the era of the easy mode of life finally come for me, starting with a reincarnation in another world?

If this were a novel, it would be an easy mode that would give it a failing grade.

There is an original novel, so I don’t have to block anything or tell a story, but in classic fantasy possession, the target is a boy from an aristocratic family or a priest.

Distinguishing people and even discriminating emotions with cheat abilities? The future was drawn without doing anything and collecting talented people and sucking honey with hands behind their backs.

“So…isn’t it about time Mr. Elson, who left earlier, brought the people?”

Isn’t it a cliché of ice water?

When I came to my senses, if I was in another body, there must be someone who can tell me whose body this is and what kind of person it is.

Personally, I’ll bet you one vote for being a crazy aristocrat.

That way, readers don’t care when the original owner dies.

In order to possess, of course, you must share the body with the possessed object, or you must kill the original owner by possessing it.

Either way, it doesn’t change the fact that I extorted the body of the original owner.

To dilute that awkwardness, shouldn’t most of the possessed targets be cheap even if they die?

…Uh, maybe it’s not because it’s not really in a novel? I’m sorry about that.

Admit it.

Possessed with unbelievably good conditions, I was looking down on this world. I had no doubt that everything would turn in my favor.

“Oh, Saint Ronan. Welcome to your body.”

“Saint Ronan, it is truly an honor to meet the one who has been blessed by God.”

After a while, seeing the people who came in one after another, I couldn’t help but raise dozens of question marks in my head while they kissed the pattern on the back of my right hand and paid their respects.

because…

From nob le mt l. com

Levia Kramati Maximilian Christonnerover Igbalder…

All of the countless people who entered the room had the title of ‘Cardinal of the Orion Order’ or ‘Archbishop of the Order of Orion’ under their names.

…Cardinals? The one next to the pope?

Plus a saint? Am I a saint?

But why…

Under normal circumstances, he would have been delighted to possess a noble birth.

However, the problem was that people’s emotions could be vaguely seen in my eyes.

All these people had various feelings for me, but none of them were friendly.

Everyone was suspicious of me, interested in me not so well, and just trying to figure out how to use it.

One of them looked at me and lusted after me, so he said everything… aaah what the hell are you talking about!

I felt like I was going to lose my mind at the sudden increase in letters and colors, and the cunning and malice of those colors.

“Oh, it must have been a big shock.”

“Don’t worry, Saint Ronan. The priest who personally disciplined you will be excommunicated immediately. You are safe.”

The cardinals handed me word by word about how they accepted my silence, but I couldn’t afford to answer.

In the meantime, many memories instantly came to mind as to what triggered the cardinals’ words.

The name of this body is Ronan.

An orphan with no place to go, she grew up in an orphanage set up by a church.

It is difficult to live a normal life even if he was raised in an ordinary orphanage, but the bishop of the Orion Church, who recognized his extraordinary smartness and faithfulness, took Ronan.

Recognizing that this was an irreplaceable opportunity, Ronan tried to die, and surprisingly one day, Ronan was able to embrace weak holy power.

Spiritual power manifested at a young age is a symbol of talent and sincerity.

The bishop immediately sent Ronan to this place where the main office was located, and Ronan, who passed the theological test and the certification test such as holy power, was soon selected as a probationary priest of the main office.

A few years to receive the teachings of the church together with probationary priests in similar circumstances gathered from all over the country.

At some point, the cleverness that had helped Ronan so far became poison to Ronan.

The more he studied, the more he came across numerous errors that can be found in theology, and the atrocities committed by the church, all of which were disguised as achievements, and Ronan fell into confusion.

In the end, Ronan asked the priest a question to find an answer to a problem he could not solve alone.

What came back was a harsh beating that would kill even an adult.

Ronan, who had been punished to such an extent that all of his backbones were crushed, was left in solitary confinement without food or treatment.

…f*ck. It became clear at this moment that this world wasn’t ‘even a baby can do it, it’s super easy mode’ as I thought.

Ronan died in that cold solitary cell.

“Saint Ronan?”

The words of one of the cardinals awakened my spirit.

Before I knew it, the cardinals around me were staring at me clenching my teeth and clutching the bedspread. Their shady eyes were enough to make me go away from a horror movie. Mysteriously, instead of falling into panic, my mind became clearer at the sight.

Wake up, me. That’s why, Ronan. For now, I have to live.

I never thought that the death flag would rise as soon as I came to my senses inside such a luxurious-looking building.

I think this difficulty adjustment failed?

If it’s a novel, isn’t it already ruined?

People won’t watch it even if it’s non-stimulating Easy Mode, but they won’t watch it even if it’s a Hell Mode that exceeds the spicy quota!