Infinite Salvation: From the Start, I Sacrificed a City

“Savior, you are the chosen one.”

Transmigrating through insectoid battlefields, apocalyptic wastelands, a three-year drought, an ascension passage, magical contamination, and a heretical martial world

I thought I was heaven’s chosen girl.

Until the System said:

“Your soul is fuel. A savior is just a sacrificial lamb.”

I lowered my eyes to the red cord around my wrist.

“Then what if I don’t save anyone?”

“Then we’ll pick the next one.”

I tightened my grip on my paintbrush and smiled.

“Then I’ll take this world down with me.”