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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 · Fantasi
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268 Chs

First clash

Despite being beaten, the woman's stare was still unrelenting. There was no fear, nor regret in her eyes. Even if she was slapped all day, the fire in her was not going to die out. Instead, it was going to burn even brighter. 

The brighter the flame in the commoners' hearts was, the longer it was going to take before they relented.

Murkato looked around. Methodically, two young nobles were rooting out the vegetables planted in the ground and smashing them. Two commoners were watching from the side, not screaming for help, not begging the nobles to stop, not even complaining to each other. Even when they saw the woman being slapped and bullied, they did not speak up.

At first they tried to, but a fierce glare from the woman herself stopped them from doing anything.

That really ticked the young nobles' prides. They were both ready to lash out at the commoners. 

'They're way too hotheaded.'