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.
There probably wasn’t any conflict. They probably disbanded perfectly, marking the end of the story.
I’ve possessed the shittiest character with the lowest initial growth rate and countless death routes. However, only I can monopolize the hidden skills.
“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.
A hero party consists of a hero, a thief, a mage, and a saintess. I must kidnap that hero party. If I don’t kidnap them, I will die.
It’s been two years since I possessed a medieval knight, and I belatedly realized that I was in a martial arts novel.
