I Really Have to Control You, Lady Saint.

In the dark dungeon, the kerosene lamp flickered, and the saint huddled weakly in the corner. Wandering skeletons, soul-eating monsters, and cultists who are about to sacrifice her to the evil god. She prayed devoutly to the Holy Light, but what she answered was a strange male voice. "Interesting, is this a beginner's tutorial?" The tone of the voice in his head was full of novelty. Then she found that her body was moving uncontrollably, and she wandered towards the skeleton soldiers standing guard at the door... Many years later, Ronan scratched his head and watched the Iron Fist Saint who had just punched the evil god walking towards him step by step. "You've cleared all the levels, why aren't you happy?" "Yeah, I've cleared the level and you can't control me anymore."