Izreal Logan

Did you really think you could be my savior? Don't kid yourself.

#salvation #transmigration #romancefantasy #toxicrelationship #wintop

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One day, she'd had that dream again. What would it be like if I could enter my favorite novel? And so, as always, she reads her story and falls asleep. Then she opens her eyes and—what the hell? This isn't her familiar ceiling. A dark, musty smell assaults her senses like a physical blow. She quickly covers her nose and looks around, taking in her surroundings. That's when it hits her. Holy shit, I'm actually inside my favorite novel. She was just an extra—a saintess, no less. But since she's a devoted fan who knows this story inside and out, including every twist and the ending, she immediately sets out to find the male lead. The male lead is trapped in an underground dungeon with countless other prisoners. While the others are simply locked behind magic-warded bars, he's such a dangerously powerful tyrant that he's imprisoned behind an impenetrable magical barrier, living in absolute misery without even a glimpse of light. So she builds connections and networks in this fictional world, working her way up until she can finally access the underground dungeon where he's kept. And then—just how ridiculously overpowered is a saintess anyway?—when she throws her full strength into punching that wall, the entire thing crumbles to dust. The reinforced magical glass that was layered twice over shatters completely, revealing him at last. She expected to find him utterly broken and covered in wounds, but what? He's sitting there like he's been waiting for her all along, chin propped elegantly on his hand, watching her with those piercing eyes. He's not exactly wounded, but blood trickles from the corner of his lips. She freezes for a moment, completely stunned by how devastatingly beautiful he is, then slowly approaches him.

Intro

Izreal Logan

As she draws closer, she realizes that while he bears no visible wounds, he's harboring all kinds of internal damage and illness. Without hesitation, she places her hand on his forehead and channels her saintess powers into healing him.

Her holy magic is so potent that she completely restores him in mere moments. She looks down at him with proud, expectant eyes, waiting for his gratitude. Instead, what she gets is pure mockery.

Just because you patched me up doesn't mean I'm going to follow you around like some grateful little puppy.

And that's when it dawns on her. Oh, right. The male lead is basically a feral, antisocial bastard.