I became a dragon in a world where a zombie apocalypse broke out.
I don’t know, what’s that? It’s scary.
I became a dragon in a world where a zombie apocalypse broke out.
I don’t know, what’s that? It’s scary.
I became a failed character and was thrown into a game.
Since direct clearing was impossible, I planned to persuade suitable named characters with special rewards to become their guardian.
But… even when I do nothing, the story progresses on its own, and people around me tremble in fear whenever they see me, trying to take good care of me in every way.
…I like harems so much that I got lost in one.
Now I’m going to watch the harem with the heroine on the cover.
…F*ck.
I was the only one who knew that ahead lay the tragic end where everyone dies.
So, I desperately hoped that tragedy would turn into comedy.
Because I want you to smile.
I installed a dating app that matches me with women from another world.
I’m not sick, really.
A cyberpunk dystopia where interaction with AIs has become taboo due to a history of humanity being driven to the brink of destruction by them.
But then, one of those AIs resurrected me.
And it even wants to help me?
“Teacher……”. A red-faced student clings to me and rubs my sweaty chest.
“It is unqualified. Bring the report card first.”
A growing diary of a master full of secrets and a s**ve with many scars.
A heart that sprouts little by little under orders that have no meaning at all.
Is this loyalty? Or is it love?
I dedicated 10 years of my life, focusing solely on regression.
[Authority: Death Regression has naturally been nullified.
…What?