The dawn is silent.

The drunken wind in the morning sneaked into the bedroom, gently lifting up the pages of the diary on the desktop, revealing the black ink between the white pages—

The square words are different from any text in the world - they are not beautiful elf texts, nor hard dwarf texts, nor ancient secret texts that are so old that they cannot be said.

They are in Chinese!

The pages of the book turned by the morning breeze flashed away:

"The words I use cannot be interpreted through magic such as [Language Knowledge].

"Who are you reading them? Is it a stranger from the same place as me, or a god who accidentally casts his sight?

"I came here without warning (I mean, there are no big trucks) not long ago - the world of Reoli in the game "Nightfall", with 12 moon planets.

"The character panel suddenly popped up in front of my eyes, and a row of data made me know what I had become - the priest character I just created in the game: a level 1 priest serving [Eternal Light], with the same name as me in another world, Chabron.

"The eternal light, the neutral and kind among the nine gods of Ruiouli, the eternal one, the gate without door, the light of thousands, the eternal one, the head of light, knowledge, magic and the Lord of time, appears as many light spheres that gather light and stack each other.

"In less than a minute of traveling, I was faced with a challenge that was absolutely impossible for a Level 1 priest - treating more than a dozen injured people seriously injured in the fire!

"Fortunately - I am an abnormal human figure. I was surprised to find that the identity of [Game Player] reshapes the natural laws around me, and the rules of the game have begun to replace reality..."

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Time goes back to that night—

The second when Chabron discovered that he had been in another world, he was held in the air by a thick hand!

"You can only treat one person?"

The burly man grabbed the little pastor's collar, and his blue veins raised, lifting the blonde boy up.

"I apologize to you..." Chabron, who was almost raptured in the air, was not afraid at all. He just moved his eyes lightly to avoid looking at the man.

The 15-year-old boy's pure and bright eyes are like emeralds, mixed with many different emotions.

The corners of the blonde boy's mouth twitched - the collision of memory was causing him to suffer a headache that was almost needle-punched. Sweat wet the melted golden hair, adding a bit of beauty to the delicate and slightly tired face of a porcelain doll.

Beside the boy, the tall Father Materu stared at the burly man, with flames burning in his eyes:

"Jacks, this is a warning, pay attention to your behavior! You know clearly that this child just mastered the basic magical skills a few days ago, how could heal so many wounded people?"

Jacks—the strong man carrying Chabron—gasked and put the poor little priest on the ground, the stubborn trembling slightly with excitement:

"I'm sorry, I'm too excited..."

Chabron gasped heavily. He had just arrived in this world for a few minutes, and those "memories" that he had never possessed and should not exist were gushing out:

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Chabron "remembered" that he was an orphan adopted by Father Matru.

They were like duckweed in the wind, without a fixed home. When they were young, Chabron followed his adoptive father and traveled to several counties of the Star Dome Kingdom on the [Lightning Train] and [Speed ​​Boat].

The boy "remembered" a few months ago, Father Matru took him to a border town called [Fengxi Town] in the north of the kingdom, and bought the old house and transformed it into a temple. Chaberonyi remembered that the disgusting face of the profiteer when quoting for the abandoned house, but there was no turmoil on his adoptive father's face.

However, the windless town seemed to be on a clockwork machine, so rigorous that it was almost abnormal, and no deviation or external things were allowed:

Every town citizen performs his duties conscientiously, gets up, eats, works, and falls asleep on time. Everyone is like a honest and honest screw, following the inherent social network, completely ignoring the existence of the two.

The addition of strangers is like a disharmonious murmur in this huge gear.

On many days, only the priest and Chamberlain sat in front of the temple window, bathing in the quiet sunshine. The boy thought there would be at least beggars asking for copper coins and food in front of the door, but he miscalculated: there were no beggars in the windless town, and the sophisticated instruments never accommodate beggars.

The temple of Eternal Light is still deserted, the old wooden doors are overwhelmed and the windows are broken by stones thrown by children, but the priest with silver hair never seems to care about these things.

A few days ago, the first thing that was enough to make Matru’s silver hair tremble happened - Chabron received divine revelation on his 15-year-old adulthood and became the priest of the Eternal Light!

From then on, he was able to remember and perform various priest magical techniques, and his priest realm corresponds to the [Sun] (also known as [Light]) among the authority of the eternal light.

——These memories are even more real than his memories on Earth. The fragrance of violets in front of the town was clearly visible in memory yesterday morning.

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However, just now, people who had never seen them flocked into the temple!

——An unprecedented fire swept across Fengxi Town, and too many wounded people urgently needed divine medicine.

In front of the young man with gorgeous and gorgeous hair as bright as the sun, in the small temple that had been crowded, in the open space at the entrance of the temple, under the illumination of the emerald moonlight—

The groans caused by the pain came one after another, and the foul smell of flesh and blood caused by the burning of the flesh floated everywhere.

The wounded have undergone a simple bandage, but what can really reverse the injury is the soothing of the magical technique.

Dozens of eyes were looking at Chabron, except for a very few people - the coma could not look at the Savior.

On this stormy night, the fire swept across the remote town overnight.

When the flames were finally extinguished by the sudden rain, every seriously injured person and their families remembered the only caster in the town who could cast healing spells-

The beautiful boy named Chabron, the priest of the eternal light, who was ignored in the unattended temple, who was incompatible with this remote town with strange customs.

Most clergymen are not game-oriented priesthoods. Even level 1 priests are rare and precious. After adopting Chabron's adoptive father, Matru, there is no real priest level.

Arcane casters such as Star Dome, Mage, Warlock, etc., which are known as the Kingdom of Magic. Even in this remote town without wind, there is a warlock with storm magic flowing in his blood vessels. But the spells he mastered cannot heal the wounds.

Only Chabron's spell can heal the skin and regenerate the flesh and blood.

He is the only hope in this side town.

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"It's really sad that I, a human-shaped anomaly who is specifically used to contain divine entities, became a priest in another world." Chabron sighed in his heart.

The thoughts returned to reality, the priest boy concentrated his energy and opened the game data panel in his mind with his thoughts - this was the ability he had just discovered.

【Mana: 2/4】(You can still cast one spell at a time)

At low levels (levels 1-4), the caster's mana is very limited.

Now, Chabron only needs to use all his magic to cast a series of healing spells, which is enough to heal...

one person.

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(Note: Although you can't see it in Chapter 1 and 2, this is really a relaxed, pleasant and humorous story.)
Chapter completed!