“Damn those bastards!” As soon as Part 1 ended, the main characters of the novel escaped. Then, what about Part 2?

“I really feel like having one of those special macarons from the cafeteria today. You think you could get me one?” I sit diagonally behind the heroine in class. I’m basically her errand boy. “We are [friends], after all.” …And I’m happy to do it.

‘Just kill them instead of torturing them endlessly.’ I used to wholeheartedly agree with that statement… Until I became the heroine of the regret, devastation, and obsession story myself.

[Unique Ability: Curse of Fear – Causes extreme stress and fear to any living creature within a 50m radius.] …But why am I okay?

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.

In the back alleys of the Central Empire, there appears a monster that eats people. And that’s me.

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.

The only Paladin of the forgotten god, Nameless Chaos, and also the only Pope, Priest, and Worshipper.

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 became the childhood friend of the protagonist in a novel. The childhood friend who died from taking drugs.