Summary
I was just an ordinary editor at a web novel publishing company.
Then I got isekai’d into the world of the novel written by my assigned author—the one where the male lead starts a war, turns the entire empire into a sea of flames, and then kills himself in the most insane way possible.
Of all places, I ended up in the story where the male lead has gone completely mad from infinite regression and slaughtered all the lord’s citizens.
“If you’re going to pick up a sword, at least cut a neck.”
Author-nim, I told you that title wouldn’t work. “Cut a Neck If You Pick Up a Sword”? It’s making my anger swirl like the Uldolmok whirlpool…
I possessed one of the many saintesses in the temple from the novel.
Her name is Shuana.
I don’t have even a speck of divine power. I can’t sense a thing about the demonic energy or ghostly presence that everyone else supposedly feels. The one silver lining is that I have zero points of contact with the male lead.
My goal is to escape this place before the male lead goes insane and burns the empire down. I’ll cross the sea and go to a faraway land. I won’t even glance in the direction of that lunatic.
But every time the male lead regresses, I end up regressing with him.
“You’re really a crazy bastard. If you want to die so badly, die more. I’ll chase you no matter what.”
On top of that, as he repeats the infinite regressions, the male lead starts becoming obsessed with me…
“If I kill all the ghosts, will you finally leave this house? Then I suppose I’ll have to kill a few more.”
Hey, if you’re going to pick up a sword, at least cut a radish. Not a person’s neck.
