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Reborn as the Pear Saintess

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He died burdened by guilt from a world where he failed to always stand against cruelty. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself reborn, not only in the world of a novel he once read, but in the body of a woman. To him, it felt like mercy. Freed from the fear of becoming the kind of man he once despised, he accepted his new life without hesitation. But peace was not what awaited him. In a world where Fruit Spirits choose their Saintesses to reclaim their lost power, the gentle Pear Spirit chose him, unaware that the girl they had blessed was never meant to exist in their story. And unlike everyone else… She already knew how fate was supposed to unfold. +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ hey! so, this is my very first story here. I don't know if y'all are aware of the korean novel "I Became the Peach Saintess" but, it's inspired from that. and yes, I did use AI. just to check my grammar ('cause English isn't my first language) and to improve some little details. the idea was entirely mine, and each of the chapters here were written by me, but proofread by AI. of course, I would try not to use it much (save our polar bears, and mother nature). but if you really don't like that, then you can kindly click away! that's all, bye!!
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