I am a writer with three discontinued serial works. I found myself possessed in a world where all my stories had merged. “Master, how could you say it is strange for a disciple to sleep by their master’s side?” “Master! No matter how I think about it, this goes against the path of justice! Fleeing before the enemy is cowardly!” “Brother, I ask you to leave everything to me. I will guide your path as a ■■.” With only a limited time left to live, I had to raise the children I abandoned in the right direction.

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.

I fell into a phony martial world. But they say martial arts are so hard? Hmm… is that all there is to it?

I thought I was dead, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself possessed in an idle RPG game. I tried to gather the heroes I had trained and rebuild the guild once again… Hmm… but all the heroes seem to have completely lost it, huh?

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 reunited with the girl who left me when I lost everything.

I was lured by an invitation email to the beta test of the sequel to the game I’ve been playing for the past 10 years. To my surprise, all the mods I’ve installed over the years were still there. Everything from enemy enhancement mods to NPC gender swap and appearance retouching mods were intact. Even mods for changing the characters’ outfits were still in place. *Takes inspiration from Sekiro + Soulsborne series.

Q: What should you do when the original protagonist grows strong enough to break the measuring tool and even the building walls during their rank evaluation? A: Noo, my measuring tool and wall repair costs!!!

I complained that the play script in this other world was terrible. But then they told me, ‘If you don’t like it, write it yourself.’” I got so mad that I plagiarized the lives of famous people and made them into scripts. ⌠Your Highness, I still have twelve battleships.⌡ ⌠The die is cast.⌡ ……But it ended up being way more popular than I expected. Somebody, help me!!!

I’ve become the time-stop breeding uncle from an erot*c game. But the situation is completely f*cked up, so I saved the world first. Before I knew it, people around me were praising me as a hero. …..I don’t give a f*ck about being a hero, I just want to retire. f*ck.