I thought there was no one I wanted to protect. Until I met you, my enemy, you who was falling apart.

The world I transmigrated into was a dark fantasy game universe, devoid of hope or dreams. Doesn’t feel like it at all, though.

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 becomes a trophy.

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, just waiting to stab me in the back. In this hopeless situation… there was only one option for me to survive. “Ugh! The Demon King is too strong!”

I became the childhood friend of the Northern Grand Duchess. I guess it’s fun to tease her.

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 thing in the world was broken.

I came back to the original world. I thought it would be be nice to meet the people I loved again.

“I want to become a Head Moderator.” One day, I coveted the position of Head Moderator, the unpaid s*ave administrator. A strange phrase appeared on the site’s main page: “Would you like to be appointed as the administrator of the Otherworld Destruction Gallery?”

A man’s heart. As a man, I know best.

Spicy Fabre, a YouTuber specializing in poisonous insects and venomous creatures is reincarnated in a Murim. The Tang Family of Sacheon wants him.