Reborn as a Saint in a Rotten World, I Refuse to Submit
Chapter 1: Am I a saint? “Where is this?” I opened my eyes groggily. It wasn’t the room I was familiar with. This place… was completely foreign. “Saintess! There’s no time left! We have to go now!” A slightly androgynous female voice rang in my ears. Standing before me was a tall woman, over 170 cm. A broad longsword hung...
Chapter 1: Am I a saint? “Where is this?” I opened my eyes groggily. It wasn’t the room I was familiar with. This place… was completely foreign. “Saintess! There’s no time left! We have to go now!” A slightly androgynous female voice rang in my ears. Standing before me was a tall woman, over 170 cm. A broad longsword hung at her waist. Her sharp-looking face had skin like smooth jade. She wore silver armor on her chest, but her waist was unprotected— likely to allow better movement. A skirt-like armor hung around her hips, and she wore combat boots. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, and she gave off an aura of sharpness just by standing there. “You’re…” Before I could finish, she grabbed my arm. “This is… my hand?” I looked down. What I saw was a wide white robe with golden embroider
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