The Retired Saintess Will Raise Property Values

I was living as an ordinary editor at a web novel publishing company. I transmigrated into the world of a novel written by my infuriating author, whose male lead started a war, turned the entire empire into a sea of fire, and then went "kill myself." Of all places, I ended up in a novel where the male lead, driven mad in an infinite regression, ended up killing all the residents. 'If you pick up a knife, you should at least cut a neck.' Author, I told you that title wouldn't work. "Knife-Neck"? Like "Uldolmok," my swirling anger... I transmigrated as one of the many, many saintesses in the novel's temple. My name is Shuana. I have not a shred of divine power. I can't sense any of that...