The Too-perfect Saint Manga Mga Nobela at Kwento

That night, Saint curled beside me in my bed, his coloring book clutched to his chest like a shield. I asked him gently, “Do you remember what Mommy used to say about the people who hurt her?” He nodded slowly. “She said they didn’t like when people told the truth.” “What else?” “She said one of them smiled too much. And one never blinked.” I shivered. Saint reached into his sketchbook and handed me his newest drawing. It was Lena again—standing in a room with no doors. She held the USB drive in one hand. Behind her, a shadow stretched across the wall, long and crooked.

That was when the whispers started. “There’s something wrong with that boy.” “He’s too calm.” “Too comfortable with it.” But Adrian never argued. Because deep down… He knew they weren’t entirely wrong. The darkness that had taken his village had left something behind. Something quiet. Something cold. Something that understood death far too easily. ⸻ The first time Adrian entered the Demon Kingdom… He did not expect to leave alive. The hunters had tracked a powerful demon across the borderlands for weeks. The creature had slaughtered travelers and burned entire caravans to ash before vanishing into demon territory.

However, Claire suddenly widened her eyes and pointed at the woman assaulting me on screen, shouting, "Honey, I know who that person is now! It's not me!" She looked at me with loving eyes and said, "Honey, there's actually something I've never told you. Ever since my legs were paralyzed, my mental health has been unstable. I often dream that I can stand up, only to wake up and realize I'm still disabled. Later, I became so disoriented that I couldn't tell reality from dreams anymore." She continued, "I've seen a doctor about it, and she can testify for me! I must have been in a dissociative state, so I manifested a second personality. She's the one who hurt you, not me!"

The ground didn't just shake; it howled. From the center of the fountain, a new figure began to rise. It wasn't human. It was a construct made of liquid silver and recycled Panni DNA—a Digital Saint. "Meet your replacement, Panni," Lucien said, his voice cold and triumphant as he boarded a hovering escape craft. "Medea 2.0.' She has all your power, but none of your 'Sweet Love.' She is the perfect employee." The Digital Saint turned its head. It had Panni’s face, but its eyes were empty, flickering white voids.

Saint says with an evil smile, his fangs showing and making him look more devilish. Saint nods his head at his men and they immediately grab Maxwell, holding his hands still on the chop board. “I am sorry. Please, please. Don't do this. I beg you." Maxwell starts to cry, fear written clearly on his face as he begs Saint. He searches around for someone to save him from this devil, bit everyone just watched on silently. His pleas fall on deaf ears as Saint ignores them. Saint raises the knife, bringing it down on his wrist and successfully chopping his hands off.

I knew all of this because of the screen that suddenly popped up before me. This screen had suddenly appeared before me just recently, glowing a faint yellow color. Many lines of comments kept appearing on the screen. I could read the words, but I simply couldn't quite understand what was going on. It took me quite a while to finally get the hang of things and grasp the situation. As it turned out, I was living in a post-apocalyptic movie titled "Hell on Earth", and Scarlet was its main protagonist.

“It’s the least I can do.” Dante scoffed. “The devil that I have as a best friend cares about nobody but himself. So are you lying to me, or are you lying to yourself? In case you forgot, he’s not the Jade you knew when you were kids. He does not even remember you.” His words stung but he didn’t stop there. “People like us don’t deserve love. We don’t get to have Happy Endings. Whatever is going on in your head, stop it now before it's too late. End this thing with the Benedittis, we have bigger fish to fry.”

A Saint Reaper of Mafias, the reaper of those who try to oppose the sacred law of the Mirage. The old man smirked at him. "What a surprise, Saint! You've made a grand entrance again. You managed to find me. How marvelous!" he greeted the man with sarcasm. Saint's face blandly turned to the old man. Afterwards, he bowed his head and removed his hat. As he stood formally in front of him like a cunning soldier of his family, he started to speak. "I'm not going to read you all the notes. I can only do it once. And once should be enough for the front bosses to abide. However, your stubbornness seemed too enjoyable for you, eh? You still exploit artifacts that don't belong to you. For example..."

Once she realized I knew, she dropped the act. "Let me explain. Julian has cancer, and this was his dying wish. We've known each other for so many years, and I couldn't just let him die with regrets. You understand that, don't you?" She kept getting more confident and righteous, as if she were doing something noble. I'd be a complete asshole for not understanding. I almost laughed out loud in disbelief. It was the first time I'd heard someone describe cheating as noble and virtuous. I said coldly, "Winona, I never realized you were such a saint. You're willing to offer yourself up just to fulfill someone's wish? So, if any random person asked you to sleep with them, you'd do that too?"

It was called San Morio Port and was a medium-sized seaside city. He also learned that the people here practiced cultivation too. However, their cultivation method was different from The Nine Continent and they did not have internal energy, but their energy was called saint energy. He also learned that the saint energy was divided into many levels: Saint Master, Saint King, Saint, Saint Emperor and Saint God. Each level was further divided into lower, intermediate and upper levels.