Modern

I, a perennial solo queue warrior, became a woman.

Got divorced, framed for corruption, betrayed by the world, and was driven to suicide. And came back. Selling colored chicks and lottery bread in front of the school gate, saying…

Someone was caught siphoning off company goods. And it seems our department has designated me as the sacrifice. A ridiculous internal trial. A demand to admit to something I didn’t…

The magical girl’s betrayal plunged everyone into corruption.

Possessing a profligate 3rd-generation chaebol and enjoying a debauched life Love isn’t a sin, is it?

A story about having sex with the heroines from various creative works as one pleases.

I died in a ridiculous way, but I was revived with a divine blessing. But I never expected everyone to worship and obsess over me this much.

“Her eye color changes. Depending on the emotions she feels in that moment.”

Things that were once unseen become visible, and things that shouldn’t be seen are now seen. “…No, I can even see the red pill.”

Being a fan makes life happier. So, let’s stake our lives on it.