The system's prompt box seemed to make Syl a bit clearer-headed. She stared blankly at the prompt box and the corpse in front of her, unable to snap out of it for a long time.
She wasn't pitying the person in front of her; she was simply savoring the feeling from just a moment ago in her mind.
That incomparable sense of immersion—even though she had done everything herself, she felt as calm as an observer standing on the sidelines.
Syl felt that in that state, she could have stopped her body's movements at any moment.
This indicated that Syl's control over the clown card had reached a level approaching "as one wishes."
Of course, even at this level, Syl didn't stop her behavior of scaring the person opposite her to death.
Actually, Syl had originally just intended to use him to grind her fusion rate, but she hadn't expected him to pick up the fear dagger and slash at himself.
In the end, he suffered cardiac arrest and died suddenly from the terror reflected back several times over by the Fear Spikes.
However, Syl felt absolutely no guilt in her heart, nor did she think she had done anything wrong.
First of all, he was a murderer to begin with; secondly, he had stolen her money; and finally, he had wanted to kill her.
Any one of these reasons gave Syl no cause to let him go, especially with the added bonus of the clown mindset, which made Syl feel even more relaxed.
If the Physician had been standing here instead, perhaps they would have been filled with guilt as they stitched the man in front of them into a bizarre ball of flesh, keeping him alive with a thread of life, only for him to die in despair amidst the collapse of his own self-cognition.
Perhaps the only chance that man would have had to survive was if Syl's original body were standing there instead, because all of Syl's original body's skills were for protection and healing, and if she encountered danger, she could only summon Aishala. And Aishala, who came from the Church of the Goddess of Hope, definitely wouldn't kill a civilian, even if he were a criminal.
However, this possibility didn't exist because Syl, who cherished her life, would never let her original body do such a dangerous thing.
Syl took out her handkerchief, bent down slightly, picked up her wallet through the handkerchief, and wiped it clean. Then, she did the same for the daggers, wiping them clean before putting them back in the box.
As for this handkerchief, which had just been bought and already wiped dirty things, Syl could only hold it in her hand and throw it away once she walked a bit further.
After confirming that nothing had been left behind at the scene, Syl straightened her collar and walked out of the alley.
Although she had been interrupted midway by this person, at least in terms of increasing the fusion rate, it had exceeded Syl's imagination.
The fusion rate of the clown card had actually reached a staggering 99%, just 1% away from completing the evolution.
However, she had to find a potion suitable for the clown and drink it before the promotion.
Doing this would allow the clown to skip one potion digestion process and directly obtain the abilities and traits of the first stage of that potion.
First, let's see what the task is...
"System, give me the details of the task."
Syl silently called out to the system in her heart.
"Promotion Task: [Infamous]"
"Task Introduction: If ten people fear you, you are infamous; if a thousand people fear you, you are heinous; if one hundred thousand people fear you, you are a new order; when everyone fears you... you are a god."
"Please harvest 100 Fear within one week. This is very simple."
"Fear: 3 / 100"
"Countdown: 167:23:59"
"Task Reward: [Romantic Heart-Stealing Love Saint]"
Looking at this task introduction, Syl's pace slowed down.
"What does this mean? You want me to kill one hundred people!?"
Syl's inner turmoil was intense. Even though she had almost perfectly fused with the clown, she was still shocked by this number.
"No... that's not right..."
Looking at the 3 Fear she had collected now, Syl immediately denied her own thought.
Until just now, only two people had died directly or indirectly at her hands, so why did she have three portions of Fear?
Syl suddenly remembered one thing: what happened the day she first arrived in Suramar with Andaman.
At that time, the clown card was in control, and when passing by a two- or three-year-old girl, the little girl was directly scared by the makeup on her face, crying while running away and even falling down.
This could also count as Fear!?
Couldn't Syl just keep scaring children to get promoted?
However, when Syl thought about it carefully, she felt this method wouldn't really work.
Within this week, she couldn't spend 24 hours a day scaring children, and most importantly, there weren't that many children for her to scare.
Maybe find a kindergarten or an orphanage to scare?
Thinking of this, the corners of Syl's mouth twitched... Perhaps it would only be on the last day, when there was no other choice, that Syl would resort to this desperate measure.
"Honestly, if you can come up with this idea, this system thinks from the bottom of its heart that you are already at 1000% ^^"
"Hehe, you're welcome." Syl didn't have much of a psychological burden.
Just scaring children was better than killing people. Besides, children, if they don't have some childhood trauma, how can it be called a complete childhood?
Next, Syl focused her attention on the task reward.
"Romantic Heart-Stealing Love Saint... Why does it sound so improper?" Syl asked curiously, "System, can I see the attributes of this card in advance?"
"Hello, no."
"How unreasonable and stingy." Syl shook her head helplessly.
However, from the system's previous naming method, it wasn't hard for Syl to see that the naming was done in the order of "Personality," "Ability," and "Identity."
From this, she could roughly infer the general role-playing method of the next card.
Although the name sounded quite normal, this time Syl absolutely didn't believe this card was any kind of normal card.
There must be something fishy.
Checking the time, there wasn't much time left tonight. Investigating Bonsandi would have to be put off. Now, the higher priorities were searching for potions and spreading fear.
If she couldn't find a suitable potion, she would have to drink the only one she had to proceed with the promotion. This kind of opportunity to exploit a bug couldn't be wasted.
As she was about to walk out of the Ivisa South District, Syl casually found an alley and changed back to her saint original body.
Then, she first took off her glasses, wiped them, and then put them back on, walking towards the White Rose District where the Holy See was located.
I don't know if it was because she was completing the system task, but the ravings of the holy medicine in her mind had also lessened to the point of being almost inaudible.
It was estimated that she wouldn't even have to wait until she finished the task to start drinking the next bottle of holy medicine.
When Syl walked into the gate of the Holy See, as soon as she entered, she saw Aishala leaning against the stair railing and looking at her. Heaven knows how long she had been waiting there.
This made Syl feel a bit guilty, feeling just like a spouse who had been wandering outside coming home to face their long-suffering wife.
"Sorry, sorry, I violated the teachings of the goddess of hope..." Syl hurriedly muttered in her heart. After changing back to her original body, Syl's thinking was clearly much more cheerful.
"Hmm. Hmm?" Aishala looked at Syl, her pupils slightly dilated; there was actually a sense of shock.
With a flash of holy light, the next second Aishala appeared in front of Syl. She stared at Syl with wide eyes: "Digestion, finished?"
"Four days???"
In Aishala's tone, there was a rare fluctuation of emotion.