Retired Saintess Will Raise House Prices

I was living as an editor at an ordinary webnovel publisher.

Then I possessed the world of a crazy novel written by my assigned author, where the male lead starts a war and turns the entire empire into a sea of fire before killing himself.

Of all things, I ended up inside a novel where the male lead, driven mad by endless regressions, kills all the lord’s subjects.

“If you’re going to draw a sword, at least cut a neck.”

Writer, I told you that title wouldn’t work. “Sword-cut-neck” isn’t right, you know—my anger is swirling like Uldolmok…

I possessed one of the many saintesses in the novel’s temple.

Her name is Shuana.

She has not even a trace of divine power. I can’t sense any of the eerie or demonic energy that everyone else can feel. The only good thing is that she has absolutely no intersection with the male lead.

My goal is to get out of here before the male lead goes insane and turns the empire into a sea of fire. I’m going to cross the sea and go somewhere very far away. I won’t even look in the direction of that crazy bastard.

But every time the male lead regresses, I regress with him too.

“He really is a crazy bastard. So if you want to die, keep dying more. I’ll chase after you.”

On top of that, the male lead starts becoming obsessed with me as he repeats endless regressions…

“When all the ghosts are gone, are you leaving this house? Then I’ll have to kill a few more.”

Hey, if you’re holding a sword, cut vegetables. Not people’s necks.