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I must save the world, but I can't kill anyone.

As one of the angels tasked with saving the countless worlds, Savine took her job very seriously. She was diligent and thorough, and made sure to make herself the perfect example to strive for. But as time passed and as she witnessed the horrors humanity was capable of, her thoughts changed. 'Humans don't deserve the grace of us angels. As long as they're pious and peaceful in the end, the means don't matter.' Thus, whenever she went to a new world, she chose to save it in the quickest manner possible. She killed all the heretics and brainwashed the remaining people to always be faithful to God and to never act destructively towards themselves and the planet they stayed on. However, when she was about to go to another world to save it, God's Oracle enforced a few conditions on her. "No killing, no violence, no threats. Save the world the right way." Savine was then abruptly sent to the new world with all these conditions attached to her, but not only that, she found herself in the body of a 12-year-old girl from the lower cities. It was a far cry from the bodies of High-emperors, multitrillionaires, and the Supreme Magi that she normally took over. With the game stacked against her, what will Savine do? *** Arworks Illustrator: LAM Twitter: https://twitter.com/ramdayo1122?s=09 Pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/17429 Website: https://lam-illust.com/

POW · Fantasy
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268 Chs

The state of the city

Before Victarine could understand what was happening, she saw something metal sliding into her field of vision. It appeared from right beside her head, and collided with the dagger the crying girl was holding.

Clang!

But that wasn't the end. 

The metal slid back past Victarine's head, but in its stead, a boot came in. 

Thud!

It kicked the girl, who was trying to grab at Victarine. She slammed into the frame of the bed and grunted in pain.

Clang!

Grab!

Two distinct sounds could be heard behind Victarine. She looked behind and saw Savine holding a sword in one hand, and a rock in the other. Just past her, there were two kids, one holding a dagger and another holding a slingshot. The former was fearfully glancing at his shaking hand. 

Past them, there were a dozen other children, all holding a weapon of some sorts in their hand.

They looked hesitant, but one of them ran forward, holding a stick high in the air.