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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/

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At the turning point of history, the angel decides she had enough

The two eyed each other. Dallin's eyes were observing and still, while Kalat's eyes were observing and concentrated. From that, Savine could tell who was going to win. But it would certainly be an entertaining fight.

"We fight till surrender?" Kalat asked.

Savine shrugged. 

"What we'll be fighting for?" Kalat asked.

Savine shrugged once again. "Dunno."

"So much for motivation."

Savine waved her hand dismissively. "Start already. It's not like you're fighting to your death. It's a show of skill."

At that, the two's expression loosened up a bit. Perhaps they weren't used to small fights like this.

"Alright," Kalat nodded.

Dallin also nodded back.

The two got into fighting stance. Surprisingly, Kalat's stance was the proper boxing stance. He held his hand up, made his upper body smaller, while keep his legs free and unfettered. The only thing lacking was the hop steps. He was too still.