The Saintess Only Has Eyes for Me

The day she was cut in half, she held me and said, “I’ll wait for you.” When I woke up again, no one remembered her. My deskmate belonged to someone else, and a stranger lived across the hall. Only on TV was she still the exalted Saintess of the Northern Realm. At the awakening ceremony, I had an ice-type affinity and ranked below F in compatibility, dead last in the whole school. But there was a Calamity Beast inside me. It said, “Your channels are severed. I’ll lend you my core crystal. The price is that you find a body from my own kind and let me out.” From then on, while others spent ten years advancing one level, I traded my life for power. A year later, at the martial arts college entrance exam, I would stand before her. She said, “I’ll wait for you.” This time, I’ll be the one to catch up.