10 years after possessing a deserted island castaway, I picked up the heroine of the survival academy. Main story complete Sequel complete Side story in progress

It wasn’t even malicious criticism. I just gave feedback in the tone I was asked to. So why the hell did I, the writer who just wanted to help a junior, possess this body of the prospective groom… a villain, who died in the hands of the heroine on their wedding night?

Horror of the Continent: The Immortal King Brings Despair, While the Light Knight Defies the Divine Will. In an era of chaos, numerous heroes emerge, striving to navigate the tumultuous land. However, amidst this turmoil, sudden and enigmatic forces make their appearance on the continent. Little did they know, it was all me. …To be precise, they were my alter egos sent to this other world. #Unintentionally becoming the villain of the world. #Somehow, I become both the demon king and the hero. #One person, multiple roles.

For unknown reasons, I found myself in a game and am on my 12th attempt at clearing it. It appears impossible to achieve the “conquer all heroines” ending. The moment I decided to give up on conquering the heroines and aim for the “defeat the final boss” ending instead: [The monsters in the dungeon are strengthened by Saintess Jill’s blessing.] [The monsters in the dungeon gain weak toxicity due to Witch Yulia’s curse.] [Cold air envelops the dungeon because of Frost Lord Yerina’s grudge.] The heroines started blocking my path forward.

War hero. The strongest in the world. Those are the epithets of the protagonist I created in my novel. Now I have to catch and destroy that bastard.

Hey, all of us who CAN’T regress, how about we hit that like button? I’ll go first!

I used to think that my stealing skill only worked on what was worthless to a person. But just before I died, I realized that I could also steal the skills. So I stole the regression.

I definitely just wanted to be a VTuber… But when I came to my senses, I had become an actor.

A sudden message arrived, heralding the end of humanity. [Climb the tower. If you refuse, you will die.] We are being threatened by a mysterious being.

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.