The Saint Is Not Pleased

How can you become a saint with a single sentence?

Madonna says you don’t need a sentence. Three words will do.

“Goddamn it.”

In her previous life, she transmigrated into the role of a saint and tried to reform the church, only to be manipulated. As she was dying, everything went black, and she was reborn yet again as a candidate for sainthood.

The good news: With the memories of her previous life, she can freeload at the Church.

The bad news: She is “impure.”

Known fact: The selection for the next saint takes place tomorrow.

Known fact: Impure candidates will be branded heretics.

Known fact: Heretics are burned or drowned.

As she looks at the forum before her, where people don’t care whether she lives or dies and are busy arguing over whether “rt” means it’s misogynistic to let female authors write villainous women, Madonna falls into thought: How can she fool that bunch of familiar old farts at the Inquisition? Asking online, answers needed urgently.

Just then, the System points her toward a solution:

See that high priest of the Luming Church? Go for it. Make Them fall for you.

After becoming a saint, Madonna tries to use love and a sense of justice to reform the wicked. Then she realizes nothing works as fast as a punch.

She finds a hypocritical knight captain and punches him.

She finds an evil high priest and punches Them.

She finds an overbearing young master and punches him.

She finds a sanctimonious member of the royal family and punches them.

She finds an exploitative count and punches him.

After a satisfying round of punching, Madonna wipes off her sweat and gazes at the sky. As the saying goes, one punch can open the way and prevent a hundred more from following. Yep, she’s purifying the world through (physical) force again today.

A saint is said to be a pure and flawless woman, inviolable and beyond desecration. Virtuous and beautiful, she purifies all ugliness and sin. She is a flower of the spirit cultivated by collectivism, a product of a warped and twisted fantasy.

In reality, saints care about what they believe in, and they care deeply about whether they can actually do something for it, even if it’s no more than a drop in the ocean.

And what about prostitutes?

They are the second form of “woman,” the opposite of the saint.

* Heterosexual romance. No BL. The male lead is raised by the female lead and appears in the middle-to-late story.

* There is a one-sided crush on the female lead.

* A male side character has a one-sided crush on a female side character.

* Don’t worry about the author’s fundamental stance. Sisters, you can rest easy.

* My readers are the mothers who feed and clothe me. Thank you for reading my story. orz

* Recommendation: If you like the author’s big-head works, I don’t recommend reading the small-head works (they don’t involve errors in fundamental principles). They contain objectifying descriptions, romanticize romantic love, mindlessly glorify things, and deify sexual experiences. (Anyone who’s actually experienced it probably knows it’s not that great. The author was disappointed when they tried it, too. orz)

Premise: The weapon of criticism cannot replace criticism by the weapon