Hush Now, Saintess!

I got sucked into a train-wreck novel—inside the body of Roella, the fake Saintess fated to die young.

Despair lasted about three seconds. Then I drafted a survival plan:

The moment the real Saintess shows up, I’ll shrug and say, “Huh, guess I’m the fake,” and bow out. Easy.

The second I relaxed over my flawless plan—

Ding!

Mission: You’re the villainess, but we’re forcing you to reform!

1. Boost your reputation.
2. Profanity will be auto-bleeped.

※Fail penalty: death within six months of the real Saintess’s arrival.
※Success reward: you get to live.
Accept?
(♥ Like / YES)

A heartless system window popped up right in my face.