My evil self is completely unable to exert its power in the Zerg.

"I want to become the most, most, most devout monk! To dedicate everything I have to this sacred land! To be bathed in divine grace and have my soul cleansed! Please... grant my sincere devotion!"

After Su Tang finished speaking, he quickly lowered his head, put his hands together in a prayer gesture, afraid that Raphael would see his slightly distorted expression because he had accidentally bitten his tongue while using too much force.

A brief silence fell over the side hall.

Only the faint starlight flowing in the air and Su Tang's own heart pounding like a drum.

Glahyad's face, covered by a white silk cloth, shifted almost imperceptibly towards Su Tang.

In the paladin commander's mental perception, Lady Sweetie's male insect essence was currently emitting chaotic yet intense signals: a strong desire, immense guilt, and an unknown fervor...

The only thing missing was the pure peace and joy that a true convert should experience as a clergyman.

Little liar.

If the Paladin Commander can sense it, then His Holiness the Pope is even more so.

Raphael quietly watched the small figure in front of him, head bowed, trying to shrink himself into his robe.

Deep within those emerald eyes, Su Tang's barely concealed tension was clearly reflected, as were her ankles, trembling slightly with excitement beneath her robes, and... a faint yet incredibly clear glimmer of ambition, like a thorny vine quietly emerging.

Interesting.

It's far more interesting than any sacred text or prophecy.

A naive and presumptuous little seed has sprouted, attempting to "corrupt" the church.

Raphael's smile deepened silently, still warm and compassionate, but deep down, it held an absolute control, like a god looking down on the brave little chess pieces leaping on the board.

"A monk?" His Holiness the Pope's gentle voice broke the silence. "However... Your Highness, becoming a monk will be very difficult. You will have to face many... many tall believers. Someone as delicate as you might be afraid..."

"I'm not afraid!" Su Tang quickly emphasized, afraid that the big shot would reject him outright. "I really like tall and strong believers, like, like Grahide! I will definitely be a good monk and spread the faith to everyone!"

The tall, imposing paladin trembled slightly, moved by the young male's sudden "confession." The church's insects were adept at discerning emotions expressed through pheromones, and it was even easier to sense that this young male, who made no attempt to conceal his feelings, was telling the truth!

The male insect, despite all the wrong things he had done, was still able to set aside his fear and wholeheartedly love him! What a beautiful quality and kind virtue this is!

His Holiness the Pope, with a hint of indescribable anticipation and a deeply moved sense of satisfaction, said, "This is truly... a pure and beautiful aspiration, Your Highness Sweetie."

He stood up, his pure white robe sleeves cascading down like clouds, and slowly walked towards Su Tang.

Su Tang's heart was in her throat, and her knuckles turned white from clenching her fists in a prayer position.

Raphael stopped in front of Su Tang, his gentle aura enveloping her.

His Holiness the Pope bowed slightly, his emerald eyes, capable of seeing into the soul, gazing closely at Su Tang's flushed profile. His voice was deep and filled with a strange, guiding power:

"May the glory of the Holy Father forever illuminate your path, my child."

He stretched out his long, fair hand, which seemed to radiate a holy glow, and gently pressed it on Su Tang's forehead, which was damp with sweat from nervousness and heat, as if bestowing a blessing.

"Welcome to the Holy Church of Origin, to become a member of the family that serves our Lord." The Pope's voice flowed like a hymn. "Remember, we serve the one true God who created all things and bestows grace upon all things. We call Him—the Father, or the Lord. He is always with us."

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope!"

Holy Father? Holy Lord?

Su Tang lowered her head, her little mind racing.

It has a tiny bit of similarity to Catholicism.

Which of you is the one who copied it?

Forget it, it doesn't matter who copies whom, anyway, it'll all be Su Tang copying from now on!

Su Tang raised her head, her face straining to maintain an expression of near-tears of emotion, her small face radiating "gratitude" and "resolute determination": "Thank... thank you, Your Holiness! Thank you for your grace! I... I will certainly live up to your expectations! I will diligently cultivate myself! I will spread the glory of my Lord throughout... uh, to every corner I can reach!"

Spread it far and wide? The first step is to thoroughly brainwash your church headquarters first!

The little male insect emphasized the word "my lord," but what it was thinking was, "I'm going to take over your nest and invade your old lairs!"

"very good."

Raphael smiled and nodded, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Su Tang, who was swaying slightly from excitement and heat, trying to adjust the part of her skirt that was being pressed down. The deliberately hidden, unruly little tail hook was clearly visible to His Holiness the Pope.

"May the light of our Lord guide you on your path of spiritual practice." Raphael's smile grew even warmer, like an all-encompassing divine grace. "Grahed."

"Holy Throne." The tall knight bowed slightly.

"Tomorrow, take our newly appointed... Apprentice Sister Sweetie to change into a properly fitting monk's robe," Phil gently instructed. "Also, prepare a copy of the 'Origin Bible' and the 'Guide to New Monks' for him. May the wisdom of the Holy Father guide him."

"Yes, sir." Glahad accepted the order.

As Su Tang suppressed his inner elation, he realized that the clothes worn by the occasional cultivators he passed by were long robes that weren't too thick but weren't transparent! Finally, he could take off this damned thick skirt!

As the little boy followed Grahide out of the side hall, he was completely unaware of the gaze fixed on him from above the Holy Throne.

The emerald eyes, like the bright moon high in the sky, clearly reflected the little male insect that was taking clumsy, staggering steps as it "escaped," and also clearly reflected his naive "evil" plan that he thought he had hidden very well.

Raphael's smile blossomed completely, filled with the pure joy of having seen through everything and being in control of the situation.

"Go, my little monk," he whispered silently, his voice only audible to himself, "'Serve' your 'Lord.' The Father... will watch over you."

The unfathomable smile in his eyes spread silently, eventually settling into a profound and compassionate tranquility.

Glahad was incredibly efficient. Before Su Tang even woke up, he returned to his residence with several sets of relatively light and clean novice monk robes, a thick book called "The Holy Codex of Origin" with a cover inlaid with star-patterned gems, and Su Tang's brunch.

Su Tang was extremely satisfied with this after waking up!

The grand corrosion plan has taken a solid first step!

He is now the glorious... uh, evil undercover missionary sweetheart!

The little male insect's mind was filled with a magnificent and somewhat childish image of himself raising his arms and shouting "Long live Cult Leader Su Tang!" to countless former Origin Cult members.

While eating breakfast, Su Tang picked up the heavy book, "The Origin Bible," which was heavy enough to be used as a weapon.

He glanced at the mysterious star pattern on the cover, inwardly scoffing: Hmph, the first step in corrupting you is to thoroughly "study" your doctrines! To find all the loopholes and points where they can be distorted! Just you wait!

The little male insect, holding the book, stood tall and proud, like a warrior about to go to battle, and turned to the first page...

What kind of scribbling is this!

Oh no, he seems to be illiterate!

The little male insect silently closed the book again.

Well, on the bright side, at least he's escaped this damn cotton-padded sauna!

However, when Su Tang changed into her new clothes and stood on that smooth, mirror-like jade wall, she couldn't hold back her emotions any longer, and her amber pupils widened in shock.

"This, this, this..." He pointed at the figure reflected on the jade wall, his fingers trembling like someone with Parkinson's disease, his mind a complete mess. "Am I not a cultivator? You call this thing the 'Robe of Holiness'?!"

"Sweetie, is there a problem?" Grahide knocked on the door politely from the outside.

"No, no!"

How could there not be!

Su Tang looked at the mirror in front of her, tears welling up in her eyes.

The little beauty in the mirror was wearing a very well-tailored, figure-hugging, and light-looking... nun's habit.

The pure white background symbolizes holiness; the neckline is neat, with a stand-up collar that wraps around the collarbone; the cuffs are gathered and adorned with delicate silver spiral holy emblem embroidery; the skirt flows smoothly from the shoulder line to the waist, and then flares out to form an elegant, flowing long skirt that reaches the ankles.

A matching ribbon embroidered with intricate silver patterns runs through the garment, tightening at both sides to accentuate the slender waist, making it appear even more delicate.

Apart from the color and the holy emblem, it was not entirely unrelated to the nun's clothes of certain religions on Earth that he remembered; in fact, it was exactly the same!

No, there are still differences.

At least no nun's habit would have a slit that goes from the ankle all the way to the armpit!

This thing is less like clothing and more like two long pieces of cloth in the front and back. There are many small holes on the sides of the waist to make it easier to tie the ribbon. Su Tang didn't know how to wear it, so she could only tighten the ribbon and tie a knot like she was tying shoelaces.

Even so, many itchy areas on her waist were still exposed to the air.

My two bare legs felt cool.

If it stays still, it doesn't matter, but when it walks, these two not-so-wide long pieces of cloth start to sway. If the young male insect wants to protect itself from rheumatism, it has to move slowly with small, shuffling steps.

"No, this won't cover the little tail at all!"

His original intention was to change into the loose robes like those monks, but now... who knew that the uniforms this godforsaken place gave them were completely different from the ones they gave him!

Is it because all the other cultivators are boys, while my initial character was a "girl"?

But now that I've become a cultivator, there's no going back, and I can't wear my old clothes anymore.

Is there any way...?

The little guy paced anxiously, his eyes catching sight of the accessories that had been delivered with the clothes.

Besides the pure white headband and some gold and silver accessories, perhaps to prevent the little male insect from getting cold, the attendant thoughtfully provided pure white socks, which were long.

Su Tang: ...

Well, how should I put it? Anyway, I've already worn women's clothes, and I'm wearing the skirt now.

After grooming himself, the male insect stood in front of the mirror again.

The stockings perfectly concealed the small tail wrapped around her right leg. To further conceal the tail at the base of her thigh, Su Tang even used the legendary garter belt, a friendly gift from her servant.

Fearing it might not be safe, he also added a wide white lace leg ring to his right leg and some gold waist chain ornaments to increase the drape of the skirt and prevent the believers from discovering that he was a heretic if the wind blew.

After doing all this, it seems unlikely that his little tail will be easily noticed.

But a huge sense of shame and indignation at being tricked overwhelmed Su Tang instantly.

He's a major villain tasked with corrupting the religious empire! A scoundrel aiming to destroy this religious empire spiritually and establish his own evil system! How could he possibly infiltrate it while wearing a skirt?!

Wearing a skirt is one thing, but dressing like this, like this...

Su Tang took a deep breath, tried to straighten her back, felt a sharp pain from the tight rein on her tail, and her eyes instantly filled with tears.

But the male insect still managed a "devout" smile, inwardly giving himself a fierce pep talk:

"Hmph! So what if I wear a skirt? So what if I wear leg rings? This is called deceiving the enemy insects! Lowering their guard! When they are deceived by my 'pure and innocent' appearance and let their guard down, that's when my Sugar-style thinking will shine! That's right! That's exactly it!"

With this tragic yet self-deceiving awareness, Su Tang, clutching his thick and heavy "Origin Codex," pushed open the door to the quiet room in an extremely awkward posture—mainly because his tail was being restrained and he dared not take large steps.

The "Garden of Grace" behind the church is a place for believers to rest and hold small open-air masses.

Sunlight filters through the sparse canopy of trees, casting dappled patterns of light on the verdant lawn.

The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants, and a peaceful and serene atmosphere. Several devout believers dressed in simple robes were sitting on stone benches under a tree, talking quietly.

Su Tang's target was this place! He specifically asked that idiot Gelahaid about it. There weren't many believers here, the atmosphere was good, and it was suitable for carrying out small-scale "ideological enlightenment" work!

The little male insect tightened its grip on the sacred text, trying to ignore the discomfort and strange sense of shame emanating from its groin. With a pitiful smile on its face, the same one Raphael had practiced for a long time while looking in the mirror, it took small, quick steps to walk over.

His appearance was like a depth charge dropped into a calm lake.

When the believers first smelled the male insect essence, they thought it was an illusion caused by their diligent cultivation.

They only awoke as if from a dream when the sunlight shone on the pure white nun's habit, outlining the slender and exquisite contours of the male insect.

Her fair, almost translucent face, accentuated by the pure white collar of her dress, was as exquisite as the finest white porcelain. Her large, amber eyes tried to appear "sacred," yet they were moist with nervousness, like those of a startled fawn.

The most deadly thing is that as he walked in with small, quick steps, the skirt swayed gently, and the "lace ring" and "black garter belt" wrapped around his legs, with their clear curves outlined by the fabric, were faintly visible—a sharp-eyed female insect had already noticed that it was not just an ordinary anti-slip band, but also that the male insect's most secret little tail hook was hidden on his right leg!

Forbidden yet innocent, what an indescribable allure!

And as that pure, warm, divinely-like aura of male insect essence spread as he approached—

The conversation abruptly stopped.