The Protagonist’s Daddy Long Legs
You’re no longer a trash character.
You’re no longer a trash character.
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 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…
There probably wasn’t any conflict. They probably disbanded perfectly, marking the end of the story.
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.
“I quit.” After waiting a hundred years, I finally quit being an executive of the demon world. In a world where even the protagonist, the heroine, and the named NPCs…
For unknown reasons, I found myself in a game and am on my 12th attempt at clearing it. It appears impossible to achieve the “conquer all heroines” ending. The moment…
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.