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.
