I was living a normal life as an editor at a web-novel publishing company.

Then I ended up possessing a world inside my author’s utterly insane novel—where the male lead starts a war, turns the entire empire into a sea of flames, and then kills himself.

Of all things, I had to land in the version where the male lead goes mad from endless regression and slaughters all the territory’s civilians.

“If you’re going to pick up a sword, at least cut a throat…”

Author, I told you that title was a no-go. “Cut-the-neck”?? Like Uldolmok, my rage is swirling into a whirlpool……

I possessed one of the many saintesses in the temple.

My name is Shuana.

I don’t have a shred of holy power. I can’t sense the ghostly aura or demonic energy that everyone else says they feel. The one good thing is that I have zero connection to the male lead in the original story.

My goal is to run away before the male lead goes crazy and burns the empire down. I’m going to cross the sea and go somewhere far, far away. I won’t even look in the direction where that lunatic is.

But every time the male lead regresses… I end up regressing right along with him.

“Yeah, he really is a crazy bastard. So if you want to die, then die some more. I’ll chase you every time.”

And as he repeats infinite regressions, the male lead starts becoming obsessed with me……

“If all the ghosts disappear, you’ll leave this house? Then I’ll just have to kill a few more.”

Excuse me—if you’re going to hold a sword, cut radishes. Not people’s necks.