Who made him a paladin?

Chapter 1 Moral blackmail? Then let's use the Holy Slash!

In August of the year 769 of the Birth Calendar, in the capital city of Wis, within the Lighthouse Papacy.

"Slurp slurp slurp~"

In a daze, Xia Nan felt something warm and moist licking her most precious part.

He raised his hand to touch the wetness on his face, his gaze gradually focusing.

The first thing that catches the eye is the towering church dome, the sound of ancient bells fills the air, and there is a faint smell of human sweat in the air.

"You're finally awake!"

Xia Nan turned his head and saw a dog-headed man with small, crescent-shaped eyes and a face full of black fur, who was panting with his tongue lolling out.

Lying down...

Xia Nan was startled and was about to utter a string of curses when a wave of dizziness washed over her as unfamiliar memories flooded her brain like a climax.

In her previous life, Xia Nan graduated from the performing arts department of a dubious university.

Because the acting industry has been impacted by AI, and due to a lack of resources, he started becoming a comedic livestreamer.

Last night, in order to win a reward for his airplane donation, he challenged himself to drink Ganges water, and ended up becoming a tragic figure.

As Xia Nan pondered, he gained a preliminary understanding of this world.

This is an era where extraordinary power and steel coexist.

Steam engines, goblins, and demi-humans are all unique features of this world.

As for the original owner, he was a genuine free herdsman who, in order to treat his parents who were suffering from tuberculosis, mortgaged his human status to the Mind Flayer and borrowed ten gold coins.

As a result, the illness was not cured, both parents died, and the cattle and sheep they raised were secretly killed by wild wolves.

Afterwards, the original owner came to the Lighthouse Church, hoping to become a Holy Knight, obtain a secure job, and live a life to pay off her debts.

As a result of excessive anxiety and not eating for three days, he suddenly died on a church chair.

After processing the memories, Xia Nan quickly accepted his identity as a transmigrator.

After all, he was prepared to die for a challenge that was beyond his level.

Xia Nan touched her stomach.

Heartburn, nausea, and sharp abdominal pain; I suspect it's a stomach ailment acting up.

Moreover, he had absolutely no interest in the professional induction ceremony in front of him; he would rather make money to support himself in retirement.

So he stood up, dusted himself off, and decided to eat his fill first.

It was at this moment that Bruce grabbed Shana's patched burlap sleeve.

"Are you crazy?" he asked urgently. "If you run out now, you'll be considered a heretic who blasphemes against the Holy Light. At best, you'll have your hand chopped off; at worst, you'll be fined five gold coins!"

Upon hearing "5 gold coins," Xia Nan quickly sat down.

You can serve him, you can treat him to meals and drinks and find young models, but you can't take money from him unless he's willing to do so.

"Your mind is not pure enough; the Holy Light has rejected you."

Xia Nan turned around at the sound and saw a big man being dragged out of the church by two clergymen who had grabbed his arms.

"See? This is the twenty-second one to be eliminated today," Bruce said, his tone somewhat displeased.

Upon hearing this, Xia Nan remembered that the Holy Knight's assessment not only looked at physical fitness, but most importantly, it included the presiding officer's eight questions on "virtue".

If, after taking the stage, one's understanding of the Eight Virtues does not align with the Holy Light, they will be disqualified. However, at most, they will be removed from the election; they will not be fined.

Xia Nan slapped his thigh hard.

Is there such a good thing?

With this thought in mind, Xia Nan decided to sabotage the onboarding ceremony.

"Next, Xia Nan."

As the master of ceremonies' voice rang out, Xia Nan stood up, adjusted his non-existent collar, and confidently walked forward, stopping at the foot of the white agate platform's steps.

Before me stood a male host dressed in a white robe, his face covered in age spots, holding an oak staff in his hand.

He is the head of the Holy Name Institute of the Vatican, similar to a human resources manager.

"Young lambs." The host lowered his relaxed eyelids, his voice carrying a sacred sense of compassion, "The paladin is the sharp blade that challenges darkness."

"If you want to grasp this sharp blade, you must plant virtue in your heart."

"Now tell me, what is humility?"

Xia Nan cleared her throat, looked at the host, and her eyes were full of sincerity.

"Heretics must bow before me, or I will be beheaded by the Holy One."

Everyone in the church stared wide-eyed, even the paladins maintaining order looked at Xia Nan with disbelief.

The host, however, merely frowned, assuming the country bumpkin didn't know how to use words properly, so he coughed and continued, "And what about honesty?"

"If I find out who dares to lie to me, I will execute them with the most holy execution."

The presiding monk's fingers tightened suddenly around his staff, but for the sake of appearances, he suppressed his anger and continued to ask:

"Then what is mercy?"

"If I help strangers and they don't appreciate it, then I will kill them."

The host took a deep breath, and a suppressed blush appeared on his originally kind face.

He suspected that the person who had been rejected before might have hired a scoundrel to come to the church and try to disrupt the order in order to get revenge on him.

But with so many believers below, the abbot couldn't afford to lose his temper, so he composed himself and continued to ask:

"And what about bravery?"

"I'm super brave."

The host paused slightly, unsure of what Xia Nan was saying, but still chose to continue asking, wanting to see what other outrageous things Xia Nan could say.

"just?"

"Anyone who dares to steal my things will be executed by the Holy One."

"sacrifice……"

"Anyone who tries to drag me down with them before they die will be executed by the Holy Slash."

"What about honor!"

"Anyone who dares to speak ill of me behind my back will be executed by the Holy One."

The entire church seemed to have been enveloped in a high-level silencing barrier.

All the believers, nuns, and paladins looked at Xia Nan as if he were a monster.

They shift the cost of virtue onto others while keeping all the benefits for themselves.

They were certain that this demonic orb could not possibly receive the protection of the Holy Light.

Even Bruce, sitting in the audience, felt his breathing quicken upon hearing Xia Nan's response.

The host was so angry that he was trembling all over, pointing his finger at Xia Nan's nose and raising his voice eight octaves.

"Your mind is absolutely not normal! Your soul has been corrupted by evil thoughts!"

"Your Excellency," Xia Nan shrugged, "who says putting yourself in someone else's shoes isn't a virtue?"

"Get out! Heretic! Get out right now!"

The host immediately broke down, unleashing all the most offensive words he could ever think of onto Xia Nan.

"I have never...never seen such a shameless person!"

"Guards! Throw him out the door! Let him never touch the Holy Light again!"

This answer might make a normal person feel that this is the darkest day of their life.

But for Xia Nan, it was no less than winning 50 yuan in the lottery.

You can go eat now.

The moment he turned around, he heard someone muttering curses.

"You scum! How dare you blaspheme the Holy Light!"

"Damn it, has your brain been contaminated by black smoke?!"

Xia Nan was taken aback. The voice sounded almost exactly like a male duck with a pinched throat, but when he looked around, he didn't see anyone else speaking.

until……

Oh, it's the dwarves.

Xia Nan lowered his head, and several small, short mounds had somehow gathered around his feet.

They had all sorts of braids, big red noses, wore horned helmets, and their whole bodies looked like little potatoes with legs.

Not only them, but the believers who had come to their senses also pointed at Xia Nan, and all sorts of insults were hurled at him.

"You oathbreaker! Get out of the sanctuary!"

"Those who blaspheme against God will surely fall into eternal darkness!"

Xia Nan didn't take such insults to heart at all. Compared to the trolls who would insult his family tree as soon as they started broadcasting in his previous life, these people's insults were somewhat gentler.

However, amidst this uproar, a sudden change occurred.

A milky white light suddenly burst forth from Xia Nan's center!

The light was soft and holy, instantly engulfing the entire church and suppressing all the noise and anger.

The host's pupils suddenly contracted, his face filled with disbelief.

Holy...holy resonance?!

This kid's answer is clearly fallacy and heresy, a complete blasphemy against the eight virtues!

How could the Holy Light possibly react to him?