I found myself possessed inside a game that I both love and pride myself on being good at. But the trait of the extra I possessed seems a bit strange….
Quarantine fiction, analog horror, creepypasta, urban legends… Everything written in the Urban Legend Gallery has become reality. And I am a veteran of that Urban Legend Gallery.
I became a staff officer of an empire whose defeat was certain. The only way to escape from the empire with an 8-year mandatory service was through dishonorable discharge. But…
I tried everything to grow taller, but everything except ‘that’ didn’t work out. I’m still looked down on for being short. Everyone would understand if they were my height.
In this life, I’ve decided to skip being a graduate student and focus solely on studying magic. …Seriously, I said I’m not becoming a graduate student, okay?!
Drugs and the Mafia—but with a dash of fantasy in another world. In such a world, there was a legendary figure called “The Wolf,” who made his masters kneel before…
But I don’t believe in fortune-telling.
A world teeming with obsessive characters. [ The more you’re obsessed over, the stronger you become. ] I’ll show you the proper way to use so-called useless students.
I’m weak. I’m really f*cking weak. But why do you guys think I’m strong?
