The Supreme God Doesn't Want to Fall in Love [Western Fantasy]

Warning: The cover is silly, but this is a serious story (solemnly). Thanks to my darling Duanduan for making the promotional cover, hahaha.

In her brief life of just over twenty years, Fiona Wright witnessed a passionate love that crossed class and even the boundaries of the soul, ending only in death. Oh, the one who died was her.

The shabby little maid and the exalted God of Light endured countless trials and hardships before overcoming every obstacle and recognizing their true feelings. Oh, and she was the obstacle, too.

What does it take to be a proper supporting character?

First, she must be of noble birth, talented, graceful and self-possessed, admired by all, and the undisputed next Saintess of the Church.

Then, blinded by jealousy overnight, she frames others and stops at nothing, falls from grace, and shatters her own halo with her hands.

The result: abandoned by everyone, betrayed by her closest friend, plunged into darkness, and finally sent to the guillotine by the very god she had devoted herself to.

After completing the three-act arc of a doomed supporting character, she woke up again at the age of sixteen.

Before any of it had happened, the beautiful duke's daughter saw the future written in the book. The bond between a god and a mortal had to be sufficiently legendary, so the chaos of half a continent would serve as its backdrop.

A visitor from another world who called itself the System whispered seductively, "As long as you win enough people's affection, you can escape the original story's control, turn your fate around, and change the future."

Romance? No thanks. She tightened her grip on her longsword. Killing a god seemed much simpler.

If the god didn't care about his followers or his glory, she might as well take his place.

Theme: A great love in one's heart has nothing to do with romance