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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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Day of massacre

Murkato tried for the tenth time to use her mana. But nothing worked. The black snow fell from the skies, painting everything black. The beautiful white walls of the Architect's Quadrant were now black and grey, the intricate and showy clothes of the nobles were full of grey spots, everyone's faces were stained.

From a glance, everyone looked no different from each other, bums loitering the streets, staring at each other like two packs of animals ready to jump at each other's throats.

Normally, that would be the end of it. Even dirty, nobles would still be nobles, as they would still be mages. The commoners around them would never even think of fighting back against them.

But in this dark and dreary world, everyone was truly on the same exact level. Because as long as this black snow kept falling, no mage would be able to use magic.

Murkato had an idea for what this could be.

'Are these parts of the monsters beyond the barrier?'