I transmigrated into the apocalypse and bound myself to a Saintly Mother System.
The more virtuous I act, the stronger I become.
When a teammate is chased by zombies, I pray through my tears: “May the Lord protect you.”
My teammate is moved to tears, and my strength goes up by 100.
A villain pins me against the wall. I pat his head: “Child, you’re starved for love.”
The villain is stunned for three days, then starts coming to me for counseling every day.
Later, as tears stream down my face, I twist off the Zombie King’s head. Before he dies, he asks, “Who are you, really?”
I wipe away my tears and smile gently. “Just a poor soul who wants to save all living beings.”
Before long, the whole apocalypse knows there’s a saintly woman who says a prayer for everyone she meets.
But no one knows that every time she prays, she’s thinking:
How many strength points will this get me?
