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Grace Lightsinger is just a simple farm girl. 

Ever since the death of her parents, she's been taking this slowly, one day at a time. That changes when she dies protecting a stranger. But instead of a peaceful afterlife, she finds herself reborn as an angel with a mysterious "Saintess System" that no one else can see. She's made to choose between three factions of gorgeous immortals: warrior angels who fight demons, healer angels who tend the wounded, and love angels who raise morale through very intriguing methods. 

However, unlike other angels who can only master one path, Grace discovers she has an affinity for all three. This hasn't happened since the goddess Eternia herself walked the heavens, which leads to Grace learning that she might be more than just a regular angel. She might be Eternia's chosen successor, herself. 

But not everyone in heaven is happy about Grace's arrival. The scholarly Choir questions her legitimacy, fallen angels show dangerous interest, and that's not to even begin talking about the demons she'll be fighting. 

Grace wanted a peaceful afterlife, but between training, fighting demons, and trying not to die of gay panic, she's about to discover that heaven is a lot more dangerous than she ever imagined.

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Becoming The Strongest Angel With A Saintess System

Grace's arms ached. Her fingers tingled with remnants of divine energy. She'd been healing villagers for hours, and the strain was starting to show.

「Villagers Healed: 12/100」

She took a deep breath and moved to the next patient, a young boy with corruption veins creeping up his neck. His mother sat beside him, stroking his forehead with worried eyes.

"I'm Grace," she said, kneeling beside them. "I can help him."

Grace placed her hands on the boy's shoulders, channeling her energy once more. Golden light spread through her fingers into his small body. The corruption resisted at first, then yielded to her cleansing power.

"Mama? I don't feel cold anymore."

The woman burst into tears, pulling her son into a tight embrace.

"Thank you," she sobbed. "Thank you."

Healing Rosewood