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.
The world I transmigrated into was a dark fantasy game universe, devoid of hope or dreams. Doesn’t feel like it at all, though.
I loved seeing the brokenness of what was once glorious. That’s why I became a rehabilitation specialist. And in this place where I was reborn… the most beautiful and strong…
I became the childhood friend of the Northern Grand Duchess. I guess it’s fun to tease her.
I possessed the hero in an NTR game at the point where the ending would be triggered just by pressing the spacebar. The heroines have already all turned on me,…
In this world, a man’s fate is one of two things. Either he becomes a cog in the wheel of society that can be replaced at any time… or he…
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?
