I woke up in the body of a fake saintess—a doomed character destined to die when the real saintess appears in five years. But if I play my cards right, I can pocket the monthly saintess allowance and at least buy myself a nice property before vanishing. I was carefully plotting my escape when things took an unexpected turn.
“Choose me, or else…”
“I built a prison just for you, my goddess.”
“…”
The male leads weren’t reacting the way I thought they would.
[The bored gods have started watching you with interest.]
And then there’s me—somehow catching the attention of the divine. To make things worse, the final boss, the one who’s supposed to plunge the world into ruin, isn’t trying to kill me. No, he’s helping me instead.
Listen, I don’t care about divine favor or world-ending schemes. All I want is to become a landlord and live comfortably—so can everyone just let me do that in peace?
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