RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 440: Prisoners

There were so many fascinations in the world. It was from Chiara that I first got to learn about the existence of Vampires, and now, once again from her, I was learning about saints and holy beings.

For me, hearing such news zoomed my mind in on only one thing.

"What is the requirement to break through the threshold and become a saint."

"Death."

I frowned. "You know what I mean."

"For the Pope, it happens during the conclave. He is led to the ’Room of Tears,’ and whatever ritual is carried out in there takes him past the threshold.

I have no idea how people like Mirah do it. It just happens, and it makes them extremely valued by their organisations.

They become some of the greatest leaders the world has ever seen."

"Madam Chiara, if I may, how dangerous is Mirah to us currently."

The words came from Denise, and it was clear she was asking the question after seeing me sink into thought rather than ask the most important one myself.

"I’d rather you just call me Chiara, the same way I’ll enjoy calling you Denise," my handler said.

"As for Mirah’s threat level, it depends. How badly did she hurt you."

"You weren’t able to get your hands on any information concerning that?"

"You have very capable subordinates," Chiara smacked her lips, displeased but at the same time satisfied.

"Denise, play the video."

Obediently, my POA complied, and for obvious reasons I was far more interested in watching her than seeing myself grunt and claw in pain on the screen.

Denise let the video play for up to a minute, then ended it, and when we turned back to Chiara she was already composed, her words sitting at the tip of her tongue.

"She is harmless. You’re the danger.

You already told me this, but the video only confirms it. Her attack was more of a defence mechanism.

Holy and pure, and considering she’s your target, you should know about her works more than me. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Going against someone with such good karma is asking to be cursed for life, but then you went for a saint.

If you don’t try to kiss her again, or make any such untold moves, you’ll be okay. Everything will be fine."

[Ding!! Mission triggered (Optional)

Objective 1: Fuck one of Earth’s Precious children Mirah Albenon, make her at least a potential sugar baby.

Objective 2: Fuck one of Earth’s Precious children Tessy Colt.

Objective 1 Reward: 5 million PSDP

Objective 2 Reward: Minus two years required to transcend plus enslavement of specifically conquered holy daughter.]

"I see."

I believed I had kept my expression steady and focused on Chiara as the system prompt popped up, but it seemed I slipped up a bit as the councillor’s gaze tightened slightly on me.

"Unless you’re looking to outright kill her, which is not something I would advise considering the amount of bad karma you would incur, subtly going against Mirah will only bring about your downfall."

"You speak of her so mythically, yet still tell me I can end her with ease. How does that work."

Chiara brought a hand to her chin, this topic obviously something advanced and to be handled with care.

"The Pope is undeniably the most worshipped man in the world, is he not?"

I nodded.

"Yet I can never, in all honesty, say he is the strongest. I’d root for him to be amongst the top five in the world, but I’m open to argument."

While I digested this information, Chiara continued.

"But what if I told you that from 1045 into the 1400s, the Pope was the most powerful being in the world."

Chiara paused once more, her eyes following my expression, then she finished.

"You know the basic history of the church, right? About the holy wars and how the popes fell."

"Yes."

"Then do you now understand how strength gained through faith works."

The answer wasn’t too hard for me to arrive at.

If the popes during such periods were so powerful, then why did some of them meet unfortunate ends, and why did the papacy itself lose power over the years?

The Popes could have simply come out and crushed their enemies, but none did.

The same thing applied to Mirah. She had nearly sent me to death’s door, but even without Chiara saying it, I knew that a powerful blow from me could crack her skull.

"They are prisoners of their own strength."

At my words, sadness leaked into Chiara’s gaze, and she slowly nodded, turning to the bare wall of the room with a distant, lost look.

"Do you know the Pope can revive the dead."

It landed like a bomb. My eyes widened, Denise too, who stood behind me with unchecked shock on her face, and Chiara chuckled.

"Yet he watched his brother die in his arms."

"Mirah is the personification of holiness, an untainted being. She is believed to be fully committed to her vows to the church, to be a mother to all children in the world, to be selfless, to put the needs of others before her own.

She might not know how to use her blessings, but if you come along looking to put your dick in her, wanting to pull off tricks, worse things than what happened to you last time will occur."

"I still need to get in her pants," my words came immediately.

"You want to put your dick in a woman whose entire being is suffused with the most powerful energies that abhor your manhood."

"Mirah’s being isn’t suffused with faith energy. She’s very ordinary until she goes into the midst of the children and teachers who hold varying emotions towards her."

"You can sense faith energy?"

"I believe so. I felt it earlier today, leaving the students and attaching to her being."

"You were actually able to sense that."

Chiara’s eyes brightened, her interest in my abilities clear, but she quickly shoved her excitement aside for concern.

"If you can sense faith energy, then you should have picked up on her holiness. Her flesh should have been blessed in various ways."

"There was no trace of power in her. Only when the faith energy began moving towards her did I sense she was beyond ordinary."