It Seems I've Been Caught by Another Beautiful Girl. Please Save Me.

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"Huff... Huff... Huff...!" I sprinted out of the temple without looking back even once. The foaming priest collapsed on the floor and the nuns who had been licking me with their sticky gazes made every inch of my skin crawl, as if the eyes of every single person there were stabbing into my back.

Only after running until my lungs felt ready to explode did I finally slip into a shadowy alley. I leaned against the wall, sucking in ragged breaths.

"Haah... Haah... Fuck, I almost died back there..."

My legs turned to jelly and I slid down the wall. With a trembling hand I swiped at the air.

"St-Status Window!"

"......Huh?"

A dazed sound slipped from my lips as I stared holes through the status window. The system had clearly gone insane and crammed four classes into my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠window at once, but when I looked closer, the garbage classes from the second onward were all grayed out and locked. The fact that my Sensitivity had shot up by five points felt incredibly suspicious, yet right now a far more hopeful line had caught my eye.

'At Level 5 I can pick my own traits and even get a new slot?'

My brain began spinning at full speed. My current stats and titles were clearly traps set by Choi Na-ri out of pure malice. But if I could reach Level 5 and choose normal defensive or stamina-related traits with my own will, maybe I could suppress these perverted passives and rehabilitate myself into a normal human being!

Besides, the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th classes were still firmly sealed due to insufficient level.

"Yeah! I'm still just a normal porter. I'll play it safe, carry luggage like a good boy, and hold out until Level 5."

Sitting in the corner of the alley, I splashed my face with dry hands and desperately spun my hope circuit.

"This damn unlucky AI bastard really...! Whatever, I'm going right now!"

Leaving the system's mockery behind, I headed for the Adventurers' Guild just like the innkeeper Masha had suggested. I walked toward the massive guild building marked on the map, took a deep breath, and shoved open the heavy wooden doors with both hands.

Creak.

The moment the door opened, the stale stench of sweat mixed with the metallic tang of blood hit me. A cacophony of noise slammed into my ears, momentarily deafening me. All around were warriors in rugged leather armor and mages with hoods pulled low. It was the very picture of a fantasy game down to the bone.

"..."

But the instant I stepped inside the guild, the noisy first-floor lobby fell deathly quiet, as if someone had pulled the plug on the sound. Every single gaze in the building snapped toward me at once. It was exactly like what had happened back at the temple.

I clenched my teeth and tried to head toward the reception desk.

Bang!

Right then, a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠massive mercenary sitting in the corner slammed his beer mug down and blocked my path. A scar ran across his face and his bulging muscles made him look incredibly intimidating.

"Well well, who do we have here? A pretty little dog that slipped its collar and ran away from some noble's estate? Or maybe a young master out looking for a thrill?"

His sneering voice triggered bursts of vulgar laughter from every corner of the guild.

"Hey there, little lady. Or should I say young master? This isn't a playground for delicate little shits like you. Or maybe you'd like to go to the back alley with us big brothers and suck on something tasty?"

"Haha... Um, could you please move? I have business at the reception desk..."

I forced a smile and took a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠step back. But the brute reeked of sweat and sour alcohol as he closed the distance until he was right in my face. The moment his huge palm reached out to grab my shoulder, I squeezed my eyes shut.

"...Eh?"

But the hand that should have seized my shoulder was stopped in mid-air by someone. When I cracked my eyes open, a tall, slender woman had appeared beside me and was lightly gripping the brute's thick wrist. She had luscious red-tinted hair and a voluptuous figure barely contained by her leather breastplate. She was an absolute beauty with cold, yet breathtakingly crimson eyes.

"Who the hell are you?! Let go right now!"

The brute panicked and tried to yank his arm free, but the woman's slender fingers didn't budge an inch. With an expressionless face, she parted her lips.

"You seem drunk. Go home quietly."

"R-Right..."

The instant she released his wrist, the brute shook his hand and then swung a fist at her.

"Bullshit! You fucking bitch!!!!"

Crack.

"GYAAAAAAAAAAH!!"

The woman didn't dodge the punch. Instead, she met his fist head-on. The sound of bones shattering rang out as the hulking mercenary screamed and dropped to his knees on the guild floor.

"Get lost."

At her short, icy command, the brute's companions rushed over, grabbed him like a piece of luggage, and fled outside.

In the now-silent guild lobby, tiny whispers of disbelief and shock began to leak out.

"Hey... wasn't that Rock Fist Gordon just now? The guy who hit Level 28 last month and completed his second class change to intermediate warrior?"

"Yeah. I heard his Strength stat alone is over 80. She caught that punch with her bare hand and shattered the bone...?"

"Insane... Just how high is her level to have that kind of monstrous power? Everyone avert your eyes. If we make eye contact we're fucked too."

Their murmurs reached my ears clearly.

The woman who had resolved the situation in an instant glanced at me where I stood frozen and trembling. Her crimson eyes slowly scanned across my face and body.

"...Hic."

At the same time.

In the highest spire of the Holy Empire's main headquarters, inside the Saintess's Palace.

"Haa..."

Golden hair that seemed to have captured moonlight itself flowed richly and shimmered, gently swaying in the night breeze. Flawless, translucent skin like white jade and facial features so perfect they looked as if God had poured every ounce of care into crafting them. The slender yet elegant silhouette visible beneath her pure white holy vestments radiated sanctity simply by existing.

A woman so sublimely beautiful that even other women would forget their jealousy and fall to their knees. The Saintess Cecilia, the highest authority of the temple and a living miracle, stood lightly touching the windowsill as she gazed at the sky with entranced eyes.

"Is anyone outside?"

At the sound of Cecilia's noble voice, like rolling jade beads, a massive holy knight waiting beyond the door hurriedly entered and dropped to one knee.

"Yes, Saintess. You called?"

"Did you also witness the divine radiance that shot into the sky?"

"I did not see it personally, but it seems the entire city has been thrown into chaos. It was an overwhelming wave of divinity powerful enough to cause a holy relic to run wild for the first time in a century. Even the magical tools of the main headquarters were temporarily paralyzed."

"Then has there still been no report from the temple where that light originated? By now we should have received information on who caused such a grand phenomenon."

The holy knight bowed his head deeply, cold sweat dripping down his face.

"I am sorry, Saintess. We are still investigating. No letters or communication spells have arrived."

At those words, Cecilia's beautiful, noble brows narrowed slightly. She gazed out the window and murmured in a low voice.

"...How utterly incompetent."

Her tone was strangely alien to the holy atmosphere she had shown moments ago; it was cold to the point of arrogance. The holy knight's shoulders flinched.

"Prepare to depart immediately. We cannot leave the protagonist of the sacred prophecy in the hands of such useless people any longer."

"By your command! I will prepare at once!"

The holy knight saluted and practically fled the office. The moment the door shut tight and perfect solitude descended upon the vast Saintess's Palace, the attitude of the woman who had been as lofty as an iceberg flipped one hundred and eighty degrees.

Cecilia frantically tore off the cumbersome pure-white vestments, cupped her flushed cheeks with both hands, and collapsed onto the bed, writhing and twisting her body.

"Aaaah! Finally! At last he's here! My destined partner...!"

Her breathing grew hot and ragged. In the temple's absolute secret vault was an ancient book of prophecy that only the Saintess could read. On the final page of that tome was a clear divine oracle.

The protagonist of that prophecy had finally revealed himself in the world. The noble being who had appeared while radiating such overwhelming divine power that even the magical tools of the main headquarters had shut down!

"Just how great, noble, and sacred a person must he be? Ahh, I want to meet him so badly."

Imagining her future husband, Cecilia's hand slowly slid downward. For a long while, a sweet strawberry scent leaked from the room.