Game

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

I was transmigrated into a game. And was abandoned. “Fuck.”

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…

While messing around in a gallery, I got summoned to a tower. I gained access to a gallery where I can communicate with those who have conquered the tower.

After regressing, I decided to create the cute girl collection mobile game I always wanted to make. …But why is the response even better than before the regression?

With tender care, I created a world-class religion. And I possessed a character in that game. “Oh my, humans who do not believe in the Father God, have no value…

I came to the world of gender reversal. Then, of course, women will rush to me. “You don’t have to bring water.” “Oh, okay…” …I should just live the way…

I died from overwork while making games and woke up in the 90s. But there are no video games. I should make a game… right?

As usual, I was looking for a new game, but I ended up becoming the heroine of a B-class game. Wait a minute, what was this game’s tag…?

[ Unique Ability: Curse of Fear – Causes extreme stress and fear to any living creature within a 50M radius ] Lafne Bel Martinez, who was cursed like that, was…