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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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The lines on the tiles

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"Nineteen thousand eight hundred twenty-three."

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"Nineteen thousand eight hundred twenty-four."

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"Nineteen thousand eight hundred twenty-five."

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"Nineteen thousand eight hundred twenty-six."

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"Nineteen thousand eight hundred twenty-seven. …Nineteen thousand eight hundred twenty-seven. Right. Only one more tile to go. 

The square tiles of the room were different from normal tiles. First of all, it was completely white. There were many white stones in the world, but they all had little wrongs in them – discolorations, grey tones, markings of different colors, etc. 

However, no one could argue that the tiles in the room weren't completely white. Like an endless plain covered only in snow, the tiles were that kind of white.