I Asked You to Collect Puppets, but I Didn't Ask You to Collect Me as a Puppet.

"System, can I kill you?" "Host, don't daydream." In this land filled with terror and blood, she was dressed in white, with waterfall-like black hair hanging down, her skin as white as snow, and her eyebrows as delicate as a painting. She holds a prayer bead and looks weak on the outside, but her inner faith is extremely firm. The beads in her hand were slowly turning, and she murmured softly: "I will save those who the Buddha cannot save." In her mind, everyone in the world can be used by her. "Are you ready for me? Cuties." There was a hint of evil in her words. ················· "Please, host, let me go." "I am merciful. I am relieved that you are still dead."