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 I decided to give up on conquering the heroines and aim for the “defeat the final boss” ending instead: [The monsters in the dungeon are strengthened by Saintess Jill’s blessing.] [The monsters in the dungeon gain weak toxicity due to Witch Yulia’s curse.] [Cold air envelops the dungeon because of Frost Lord Yerina’s grudge.] The heroines started blocking my path forward.

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.

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

“I really feel like having one of those special macarons from the cafeteria today. You think you could get me one?” I sit diagonally behind the heroine in class. I’m basically her errand boy. “We are [friends], after all.” …And I’m happy to do it.

I’ve been struggling for over a decade in this world where magic is equivalent to science. And now I’ve realized that my employer is the protagonist’s enemy. …Boss, can I quit my job?

I got hit by a truck and was suddenly summoned to a middle school-type novel that I used to write when I was a teenager. I got dropped into that world after receiving a favor from a goddess I wrote… But the future is bleak.

This story is a modern fantasy that follows the life of a streamer who suddenly gains infamy for being perceived as “malicious” or “notorious” by their audience. The protagonist experiences a unique twist involving a gender transformation (TS) while navigating the challenges of daily life, gaming, and internet broadcasting.

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.

From the side, she looks pitiful and worn out, but in reality, she’s living her joyful survival story in the world of games. But how can someone’s name be Oknodie?

My childhood friend of 13 years suddenly started treating me differently. Why on earth?