I was reincarnated into a game. Without any price, by the pure grace of the Goddess. Overwhelmed by that grace, I even developed a faith I didn’t have before. So,…
“Those returnee bastards need a good beating. The higher-ups just don’t get it.” The absolute supreme ruler who commanded the world, the hero who saved it, the witch who schemed…
I found myself in another world. And somehow, I became someone fated to be loved by yandere witches.
I became a stalker who chased after the heroines, only to be cut down by the protagonist. To survive, I decided to quit. I’m not the type to stalk someone…
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…
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.
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.
