Celipse

After Amihan, politician by day and otaku by night, died from a political assassination, she got transmigrated as the saintess in another world. But she always felt like a fraud. Why? If she was the chosen one, why did she feel so rotten inside? 

Also, wasn't she atheist?

However, her years of forced piety and suppressed desires ended in spectacular failure - her decapitation.

Three days later, she woke to the sight of a worshiper bowing low. “Welcome back, O Sun Who Burns The World,” they said.

'Wait. What? I'm not the Saintess? I was this all along?'

Furious at the wasted years of celibacy, moral dilemmas, and suffocating oaths, Serafine made a vow: no more pretending. No more rules. The world? Hers to ruin. The people? Playthings. 

But wait. It was harder than she thought because...

How in the name of the Goddess Aurelia was she supposed to have her debut when she was surrounded by a bunch of suspicious and crazy beautiful women who wants to hunt her down?!

This was no different from her previous world!

I Am The Villainess Who Will Tame Every Yandere Heroine!

Captain Smugface's eyebrow twitched. Just the tiniest bit. A normal person might not have noticed, but Clara had been shackled in this damp excuse of a prison long enough to consider making a hobby out of watching his face slowly lose composure. It was delightful.

"You think this is funny?" he asked, voice a careful balance of restrained fury and a man who desperately needed to win something today.

Clara tilted her head, pretending to think. "I think you trying so hard is funny. I mean, the whole 'intimidating villain' thing? It's cute. Like a puppy trying to be a wolf."

His jaw clenched. Oh, this was too easy.

"Bold of you to assume I wouldn't enjoy a little excitement in this dreadfully boring cell," she sighed, glancing at the cracked stone walls with a look of pure indifference. "Seriously, do you even have a window? This is borderline inhumane."

The Man Who Wouldn't Shut Up