Aristocracy

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.

Life is about overcoming the waves that ceaselessly come crashing in, and yet the people of the North still live on today.

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.

“Damn those bastards…!” As soon as Part 1 ended, the main characters of the novel escaped. Then what about Part 2?

I Was Reincarnated as a Marquis in a medieval period without magic or any fantastical elements. How will I survive?

War hero. The strongest in the world. Those are the epithets of the protagonist I created in my novel. Now I have to catch and destroy that bastard.

A victory earned after forty regressions. It was now my turn to leave their side. Not by anyone else’s will, but by my own.

I’ve entered a novel world with so much backstory the author fried their brain. All of the heroines are trying to kill me, whether they intend to or not