The Girl Who Looted Tomorrow

Finally, Pantheon said, “The church has already prepared a new room for you.”

“You may come live here whenever you wish.”

Freya made a casual promise.

“I’ve hired a detective right now, so I need to stay with her for the time being.”

“Once the matter with the Rank Five General is investigated, I’ll move in.”

Pantheon nodded.

As Freya put away the holy emblem and prepared to leave, he suddenly remembered something and pointed toward the corner of the room.

Her shoes had been neatly placed there.

“Your shoes.”

“Oh… right.”

Only then did Freya remember them.

She walked over, bent down, and picked up her faded sneakers.

Then she simply carried them in her hand.

She clearly had no intention of putting them on.

That very morning, Freya had still resisted the idea of going barefoot.

But human adaptability was terrifying.

In only half a day, she had almost gotten used to running around with bare feet.

In her previous world, people online had often argued between optimization players and preference players.

Freya was, without a doubt, a member of the optimization-and-preference faction.

When her bare feet touched the earth, all of her abilities gained an increase of roughly thirty percent.

Who could look at that kind of strength boost and not be tempted?

Didn’t that perfectly satisfy the optimization side?

As for the preference side…

Freya closed her eyes and examined herself through Mind Sense.

She had never denied that she was cute.

On the contrary, Freya understood very well that her beautiful appearance was a weapon in itself.

She had used that weapon more than once to benefit herself.

Acting cute in front of Captain Nolan and Euphemia was one example.

Especially after advancing to Rank Four, Freya now had a full head of white hair.

When she stood quietly with her eyes closed and a calm expression on her face, she really did look like a Saintess who had just descended into the world.

And her small, delicate, jade-like bare feet were pretty enough to make someone want to take a bite.

Freya did not know what other people liked.

At the very least, her current appearance fit her own preferences quite well.

She looked good.

In summary, what was there to hesitate about?

Both strength and preference aligned.

She might as well follow her heart.

After all, dressing beautifully was not always for other people.

Sometimes, it was for herself.

Then Freya suddenly remembered something.

With her eyes closed and her bare feet exposed, didn’t she look a bit like a character from a game in her previous world?

The Moon Goddess, Columbina Hyperselene.

At this point, the only real differences were hair color and eye color.

If her eyes were closed, the eye color difference could be ignored entirely.

So the only difference left was her hair?

A strange idea came to Freya.

She was already preparing to visit the address Pantheon had given her and offer suggestions for her future Saintess outfit.

If possible, perhaps she could do a low-budget cosplay in this other world.

Once the idea appeared, Freya acted on it.

She soon jogged to the address Pantheon had given her.

It was close to the church, only about one block away.

Naturally, most people on the entire street were believers of the Earth Church.

Nearly all of them had received the church’s help in one way or another.

The moment Freya entered the clothing shop, an elderly woman with a bent back and a face full of wrinkles limped toward her.

A sincere smile spread across the woman’s aged face.

“You must be the Saintess Bishop Pantheon mentioned.”

“Welcome, welcome.”

Freya nodded lightly.

At first, being called Saintess had embarrassed her.

By now, she had grown somewhat numb to it.

“I’d like to make a few design suggestions for the outfit I’ll be wearing.”

“Would that be all right?”

The elderly woman smiled.

“Of course.”

“Please tell me anything you’d like. I’ll do my best to meet your requests.”

“Then could I see the design draft Bishop Pantheon gave you earlier?”

Hearing that, the elderly woman limped toward the front counter.

As Freya watched her unsteady steps, she suddenly thought of something.

She slowly raised her right hand and extended her index finger.

A soft pale green light began glowing at her fingertip.

This was the new ability she had gained after advancing to Rank Four.

Life energy manipulation.

Freya gently pointed at the elderly woman in front of her.

The pale green light burst forth.

It did not fire as a beam.

Instead, it spread outward like an invisible wave and fell over the elderly woman.

In an instant, the elderly woman felt lighter than she had in years.

Her steps paused.

Her once-cloudy eyes became clearer.

She looked down at her hands, then tried taking a few steps.

The next second, she turned back to Freya, who had just lowered her hand.

“Your Holiness, did you just do something?”

Freya only tilted her head slightly and gave a quiet, sweet smile.

“What?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

To Freya, that casual act had only consumed a small amount of spirituality.

But to the elderly woman, it was enough to extend her life by at least five years.

Of course the woman could tell that Freya had done something.

Even though she had no idea what exactly had happened, she still thanked Freya over and over.

“Your Holiness, thank you so much.”

“Thank you, truly.”

Seeing the woman’s gratitude, Freya suddenly fell silent.

Because this was only a simulation.

Everything happening now had nothing to do with reality.

To this elderly woman, this extra lifespan was no more than a dream.

But Freya quickly reacted.

So what?

If nothing else worked, once she returned to reality, she could come here and extend the woman’s life again.

It would only take one trip and a small amount of spirituality.

Soon, the elderly woman found several sketches and handed them to Freya, interrupting her thoughts.

Freya accepted the papers.

Then she fell into another brief silence.

“Since work hasn’t started yet, let’s scrap all of this and start over.”

“Please make it according to my requirements.”

Freya spent some time explaining her ideas to the elderly woman.

By the time she left the clothing shop, the sky had already begun to darken.

Freya immediately set out for Euphemia’s rented apartment.

It was worth mentioning that ever since she had left the Earth Church, Freya had kept her eyes closed and maintained Mind Sense.

As she hurried along, a strange presence suddenly entered her perception.

She had once used Mind Sense to smell Euphemia’s presence.

Euphemia had smelled like books, ink, and paper.

It had been very pleasant.

The presence that now appeared in Freya’s perception was different.

It smelled like fish and shrimp that had been rotting for a long time.

It was foul and nauseating.

Freya focused her perception on it.

In a secluded alley half a block away, a man dressed like a vagrant was slowly cornering a young girl.

Behind the man, a thin, sharp tail covered in bone spikes slipped out through the gaps in his clothing.

It swayed from side to side.

“A Demon Path practitioner.”

Freya understood the situation immediately.

She picked up her pace at once.

In the alley, the girl had already retreated completely into the corner.

She crouched on the ground with her arms over her head, her expression nearly breaking.

The vagrant, by contrast, had eyes that had turned completely red.

That was a sign that he had lost his reason.

If nothing changed, a primitive feeding scene would soon begin here.

But at that moment, thick green vines burst from the ground.

They moved like snakes, rapidly climbing up the vagrant’s calves and thighs before wrapping around his waist.

One more step would have given him a full meal.

Yet that final step now seemed as unreachable as a chasm.

The vagrant began tearing at the vines wrapped around him.

The tail behind him lashed and struck again and again.

Demon Path practitioners had considerable strength and speed.

Their tails could easily pierce human bone.

By all logic, fragile plants should have been helpless against him.

He should have been able to tear them apart effortlessly.

Instead, the opposite happened.

The wildly growing vines were as hard as steel.

The vagrant struggled with all his strength, yet he could not even snap a single one.

In less than five seconds, his entire body was bound tightly.

He could no longer move.

Freya even thoughtfully wrapped his tail in layer after layer of vines.

“Ah… Aaaah!”

The vagrant let out a meaningless, furious roar.

But two more vines seized the opportunity and crawled straight into his mouth.

Now, he could not even scream.