The Saintess I Possessed Has a Mind Full of Junk

You thought it was the saint's yellow waste, but it was actually yours. You thought you possessed the saint, no, actually you transmigrated into the saint's body, unable to cope with the shock of becoming a woman, and created a fantasy personality—a split between your inner masculinity and femininity.

The protagonist also suffers from a terminal illness, also uses a gun, and is also possessed by a saint.

I'll just use this image for now.

The previous book also skirted the line, and this one too. I hope the author can handle it well.

The early, somewhat suggestive descriptions lure viewers in, but later the story revolves around a cycle of slander and self-justification, operating from behind the scenes yet being swayed by public opinion. It's strange; not only does power not generate corresponding rights, but it's also controlled by subplots outside its own power structure.

Why does the writing style feel... Well...? It's basically all about explaining terms, and the plot feels fragmented. I don't know how to describe it, but it's just... Well...

The setting feels very similar to "The Sorcerer's Handbook". It also features a swordswoman, a genius, the first to obtain the Wave Sword, and the protagonist being the only one in the Void Realm who has no clothes.

The author has a real talent for writing erotica.

It's a bit strange 1. This enraged woman is too outrageous. Don't tell me she was nurtured by the Seven Evil Cults. She has one Seven Sins talent and she's fighting against the protagonist's six enhanced Seven Sins talents. Where did she get so many high-level spell seals? Even saintesses have high talents only because the protagonist helps them get them. She has them all?

At first glance, the table of contents looks like a book titled "My Cultivation with a Fairy".