¡Cuidado Con Lo Que Dices, Santa!

I transmigrated into a crazy novel and came to possess the body of ‘Roella’, a fake saintess who’s destined to die young.
A moment of despair.
A determined plan to survive.

When the real saintess comes out, I’ll just say, ‘I knew it, I guess I’m a fake!’ then stand down! The perfect plan provided a moment’s repose.

Ding—!
〈 Mission : A villainess, but forcibly turning over a new leaf!

Raise your reputation.
Apply the automatic curse word censorship.
Penalty upon mission failure: Death within six months of the recognition of Sylvia as the real saintess.

Reward upon mission success: Survival.

Would you like to accept this mission? ( I want to ♥ / YES! ) 〉

A ruthless system window with no conscience appeared before my eyes.
To ensure my survival, I followed what the system window said.