Flillian, I want to live.

Kraft looked at Fulilian, then lowered his head and looked at the goddess amulet in his hand.

"Then you now..."

Fulilian looked at Kraft with some confusion. He was acting as a monk and looked like a devout ascetic.

"I've come a long way so far. Regardless of the great deeds and justice I've accomplished, I know I'm long gone. So, when I die and ascend to heaven, I must have the goddess praise me, saying, 'Craft, you've worked hard. Your life has been truly remarkable.' Besides, if the goddess exists, it would be a convenient thing, wouldn't it?"

Kraft raised his head and said with some emotion.

"Is it really okay for a monk to say something like this?"

Fulilian complained silently.

"Ahaha, that's true—but Flillian, don't you want the goddess to protect your companions?"

Kraft grabbed his messy hair and said with an awkward smile.

"It would be great if the goddess was really that convenient..."

Fulilian tilted her head.

"No matter what, I will continue to pray for your companions."

Kraft crossed his fingers again, ready to continue praying for Fulilian's companions trapped in the mountains.

"Then please."

Fulilian no longer questioned Kraft, but spoke in an earnest tone.

"Speaking of which, could you please sit closer? Furnace Flillian, you don't still think I'm some pervert, do you?"

Looking at Fulilian huddled in the corner of the room, Kraft asked her in confusion why she had to sit so far away from the warm stove.

"No..."

Fulilian reached out and tightened her scarf that had been blown away by the wind.

"There's no stove in Phelan."

While Fulilian was still worried about Philen's situation, Gutel, who chose to leave by another route, was completely lost.

As the blizzard grew more severe, Guter couldn't even turn back to look for Fearon and Hugh Tark.

"Phelan? Are you over there?"

Gutel, who could only return by instinct, called out Philen's name in the blizzard, but no one could respond to her call.

Because of the obstruction of vision, Gutel had unknowingly walked onto a path of no return.

In front of her was a cliff over a hundred meters high. However, in the raging blizzard, Gutel had no idea that she was stepping towards the edge of the cliff step by step.

In her self-perception, she felt that she was heading towards Ferren's igloo.

However, the next moment, Guter felt his feet go empty and his body began to lean forward unconsciously.

"Eh?"

Gutel, who was completely caught off guard, had no time to react, and the next moment, she fell off the cliff.

In the strong wind, even if you want to use flying magic to stop yourself from falling, it is completely futile.

Guter fell straight off the cliff.

But this is not the first time this has happened.

Compared to when he was knocked off the cliff by Fulilian, the current situation is still optimistic.

The worst that can happen is a comminuted skull fracture, a minor injury that's nothing serious.

So compared to his own situation, Gutel was more worried about Philen's situation at this time.

However, what Gutel did not expect was that there was a tent set up next to the cliff that could shelter her from the wind, right below the cliff where she fell.

Inside the tent, a three-member adventure team was warming themselves around a campfire in the center of the tent where hot porridge was being cooked.

Although they were in the same team, the atmosphere between the three was as cold as the blizzard outside. Although they were forced to huddle together for warmth, they did not have any conversation with each other.

Until a wicked guy hit the tent in a free fall.

Chapter 106: The Organization Decides You to Become a Hero (Edited)

Not long ago, a girl named Monica was just an ordinary person living in the capital of the Northern Kingdom.

Of course, the premise is that staying at home for three years and not wanting to see strangers can be considered "normal".

"You're not a child anymore. You should find a job to support yourself."

Although her mother kept nagging Monica in these words all day long.

"Ah... I, I understand..."

However, Monica could only use these words to deal with her mother.

If nothing unexpected happened, Monica had planned to continue lying down like this until the day when it was absolutely necessary.

Of course, what Monica didn't expect was that the day of necessity would come so soon.

That day, there was a sudden knock on Monica's door in the royal capital.

"Monica, go open the door. It's probably the milkman."

The mother who was cooking in the kitchen ordered Monica.

"Ah... um."

Although she was somewhat reluctant, but in order to continue being a parasite at home, Monica walked to the door nervously, lowered her head and opened the door a little, wanting to take the milk that was delivered to her door.

However, the person waiting for her outside the door was not the milkman.

She was a blonde girl wearing silver chain mail inside and a black monk's robe outside.

"Are you Monica?"

Although her face was covered with a layer of white veil, Monica could still vaguely see the beautiful face of the blonde girl who was asking her questions.

"Ah... Yeah, it's me."

Monica nodded subconsciously.

"Then come with me."

The blonde girl pushed the half-open door in front of her completely open without saying a word, and then stared at Monica like a beast staring at a small animal.

"Huh? Why?"

Monica instinctively took a step back, wanting to ask the other party why he came to see her.

"You'll know when you get there."

However, the blonde girl did not give Monica any room to think, but instead forcefully grabbed her hand and led Monica out the door.

Surrounded by a group of golden-armored knights from the church, Monica was led by the blond into the most conspicuous building in the city.

It was a magnificent and massive temple built for the goddess who created this world.

Not long ago, the city welcomed a new bishop.

Although they are both bishops, unlike the kind and friendly Haita who is not particular about details, this bishop is a fanatical believer in the existence of the goddess.

As soon as he took office, he immediately began to expand the church's knights and rectify the lazy and slacking atmosphere in the church. Although these could not be considered bad things, he also ordered his monks to prepare an ancient ceremony.

A ceremony to select brave warriors.

Beneath the statue of the goddess who looks down upon the world like a loving mother, a group of monks are holding the goddess's holy scriptures in their hands and muttering mantras.

The middle-aged bishop stood beside the statue of the goddess, watching the ceremony silently.

"Your Excellency, the spies monitoring the great demon Aura from the Earldom of Gulanat seem to have sent some news."

At this moment, a blonde girl with her face covered with a white veil rushed into the room. She walked quickly to the middle-aged bishop and reported to him in a low voice the news she had just received.

"Don't worry about it. The Church's biggest enemy right now isn't the remnants of the Demon King's army..."

However, the bishop did not take the news about the Seventh Sage Aura seriously, and continued to stare intently at the ongoing ceremony.

"But if Aura tears up the previous peace agreement..."

Seeing the bishop who didn't care about Aura's affairs at all, the blonde girl said with some concern.

"You know what? Erica, in this country, more people go to the square to pay homage to the statue of the brave Sinmer than to the believers who come here to pray to the goddess."

The bishop interrupted the girl named Erica and spoke in a tone of disappointment.

"Yes, because this country was previously plagued by the invasion of the Demon King's army, the people here are more grateful to the brave Sinmer who defeated the Demon King than the people in the south."

Erica nodded and replied without denying it.

"That's right, the brave Sinmel did defeat the Demon King. From a human perspective, I'm grateful for his achievements, but as a believer, Sinmel is a bit too ostentatious. Building bronze statues of himself everywhere he travels? What's he trying to do?"

The bishop stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the statue of the goddess beside him, which was much more exquisite than Xinmei's bronze statue.

"But Lord Xinmeier has been dead for a full twenty-eight years."

Erica replied in confusion.

"That's right. No matter what, the era of the Brave Sinmel is over. Moreover, the Brave Sinmel isn't actually a true hero..."

The bishop lowered his head, glanced at Erica, who was still in awe of Xinmeier, and revealed a secret that was collectively hidden by the rulers of this world.

"Eh? Not a true hero? Bishop, what do you mean..."

Erica raised her head in surprise and looked at the bishop who had revealed the big news.

"You must have heard of it. In the mountains of the Xuvia Mountains, not far from the capital, there is a village called Sword Village. For generations, the villagers there have been guarding the Sword of the Brave, bestowed upon the brave man who saved this world by the goddess herself..."

Just as the bishop was leisurely explaining to Erica, accompanied by the chanting of the monks praying beside the altar, a golden holy light suddenly shot out from the statue of the goddess and shone directly on the forehead of the old monk in the lead.

"Oh? Did it work?"

Seeing the scene in front of him, the bishop no longer had the heart to continue explaining to Erica. Instead, he raised his head, clenched his fists excitedly, and looked at the old monk kneeling in front of the statue.

"I saw... The hero chosen by the goddess is... Monica..."

The old monk opened his mouth and spoke in a mysterious voice as if he was controlled by something.

"Monica... Erica, immediately check if there's such a person in the capital. If there is, bring her to see me immediately."

The bishop repeated the name spoken by the old monk, and then gave an order to Erica beside him.

"I understand."

After receiving the order, Erica quickly found out about Monica's existence. However, when she browsed the resume of this brave candidate chosen by the goddess, she soon had a huge doubt.

This Monica is simply an ordinary person with no background. Not to mention being a battle-hardened hero, she is not even as good as an ordinary adventurer.

Did she find the wrong person? Erica was undoubtedly confused when she took Monica to see the bishop.

In fact, not only Erica, but also Monica herself has no confidence in being a hero.

"Me? A hero? No, no, no... You should find someone else."

After learning about her new job from the Bishop, Monica immediately shook her head like a rattle.

"The goddess's choice is never wrong, Miss Monica. Don't be so modest. If the goddess is in the best interests of the world, why would she avoid it because of misfortune or good fortune?"

However, the bishop believed it without a doubt. Not only did he touch Monica's head and immediately grant her the status of a brave warrior, he also held a grand ceremony for her.

Chapter 107: I am the Super Fall-Resistant King (Edited)

Preface... Dear mother who has been urging me to go to work, your daughter has finally found a job.

He is a brave man who saves the world.

Monica, who was honored as a brave hero amid flowers and cheers a few days ago, is now curled up with a dazed look in her eyes, doubting her life.

Even though the opening of the tent was pressed tightly with large stones, the howling cold wind outside still continued to penetrate through the gaps in the canvas, making people's faces dry and painful.

He was a stay-at-home kid not long ago, but now in the blink of an eye he is on the set of a wilderness survival film.

Feeling the blizzard outside the tent that seemed to have no end in sight, Monica missed her warm little room in her home in the royal capital.

In such horrible weather, if there was anything that could comfort Monica, it was the pile of firewood in front of her as the only source of heat, and the hot porridge in the iron pot hanging on a rack made of branches.

"Suck it..."