Helper raised his voice as if my resentment against him was unfair.
“What should I have realized?”
Helper glanced at me as he tilted his head at an angle. He snapped his fingers in the air, and I instantly couldn’t breath and fell to the floor.
“Huh!”
Suddenly, I felt like I was stuck in a space where there was no oxygen at all. When I held my head up and glared at him, he sighed and snapped his fingers again.
“What you felt right now was the player’s basic energy index. If it drops below 10, you will suffocate, and if it reaches 0, you’ll eventually die.”
“Energy index…”
“Yes, it’s a type of vitality that can ony be built up through skinship with a target character. The player maintained frequent contact with the target characters, Adrian and Lucas, without being aware of maintaining good energy level.”
It sucked, but it was a situation that was typical for a reverse harem game. But what does that have to do with a saint? As if reading my expression, Helper clicked his tongue and continued.
“In this world, your energy index is replaced by holy power, based on the settings of Edith Abina, who was a fake saint.”
Only then did I recall the settings of Edith, the fake saint who appeared in several endings of <Experience: Life!>.
In a world where only the main character was a saint, Edith Abina obtained the power of a temptress and qualified as a saint just like the main character. It wasn’t a blessing from God, but it was to suck men’s energy and use a force that looked like holy power.
‘Wait. Then I’m not a saint, I’m actually a temptress…?’
My nostrils flared at Helper’s words. In fact, it wasn’t a bad thing if I became a temptress rather than a saint. It would be easier to attract men and build up holy power, plus satisfaction was higher than praying to God.
“Then, the more skinship I have with the target character, the more I gain power?”
I should go back and kiss Adrian’s face until it was wet. Then, wouldn’t it be possible to get out of being a retired saint right away?
Helper sighed at my sinister smile and slowly nodded his head.
“Yes, on the contrary, if you absorb holy power, you can hold on to some extent even without contact with target characters. If you acquire the skills of a saint, you can also gain saintly powers on your own.”
‘That’s why they put so much emphasis on becoming a saint. To me anyway, maintaining my energy index is the same as maintaining my holy power.’
For example, being a saint was the most reasonable job for me in this world.
‘But I don’t really have to choose because it’s efficient, right?’
Of course, I loved being efficient. There is nothing more enjoyable than getting maximum effect with minimum effort.
Still, I felt resistance against the system that asked me to become a saint without proper explanation. I was so enraged at the thought that Helper played along with the crappy system that I fiercely raised my voice at him.
“Why did you keep this information from me? Do you want me to die quickly because I failed to attack?”
“Is that possible? I am a Helper who exists only for players.”
Helper pouted his lips as if he was truly unfair. His apron fell down to the side as his shoulder drooped down.
“I just didn’t have enough time. I can’t keep in touch with player for a long time. Oh, it’s already time…!”
I glanced at his strong chest that was visible through the skewed apron, and extended my hand.
“Then at least give me a useful item before the time runs out.”
Helper’s eyes widened as I grabbed him by the collar. The round shape of his coy red eyes was quite cute, but I frowned at him in a grim way.
“Say something nice. Huh?”
“Are you going to hit me?”
Helper’s shoulders shuddered – perhaps the duster was quite effective. I shook his collar and squinted my eyes.
“You said you’re a helper only for me. Shouldn’t you help me and stop talking nonsense?”
“But, but if it’s an item from a secret store… you have to pay to buy it.”
“Then let’s barter.”
“Did you have any items to exchange for the items I sell?”
“Yes. One chance to avoid being hit.”
“…”
“You can exchange it with that.”
I smiled broadly at the hesitant helper whose lips twitched. He pointed to one of the stands as if he had no choice.
“This isn’t the headquarters, so there aren’t many game items, player.”
“There are a few here.”
“Yes, and you can only take one. If you take too much, you’ll get bugs.”
‘Not too much?’
That meant I can take at least three of them. Without hesitation, I picked out three items after scanning the shelves.
“Ah! You chose that…!”
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