I got transported into a novel where baseless characters run rampant, and readers’ random feedback is shoved in. The thing is, I’m a third-rate villain.
I was an author with three discontinued serials. I ended up being transported into a world where the stories I wrote had merged together, and now… “Master, why do you…
Hey, all of us who CAN’T regress, how about we hit that like button? I’ll go first!
I was transported into a hardcore zombie apocalypse game that I played for over 1,000 hours. But the world is much more intact than I remember. For now.
After dying in the modern world, I was reborn in a world with reversed gender roles. “Ah, a demon! It’s a demon!!” “He must be executed immediately!” …With the incredibly…
I had never even dreamt of it, yet when I came to my senses, I found myself halfway to becoming the protagonist.
“I’ll concede the first strike.” Please, hit me first. For fuck’s sake. When I parried the attack, I was mistaken for a God of War.
Life is about overcoming the waves that ceaselessly come crashing in, and yet the people of the North still live on today.
It’s been two years since I possessed a medieval knight, and I belatedly realized that I was in a martial arts novel.
“Damn those bastards…!” As soon as Part 1 ended, the main characters of the novel escaped. Then what about Part 2?
