Despite gifted with extraordinary talent, I resented my life being cut short. One day, fueled by alcohol, I penned a proposal letter to a princess, hoping to alter my fate. [Sure. I’d love to marry you.] …What? She’s accepting? The problem is, I proposed to all five tyrant princesses. And to make matters worse, I have no clue which one responded.

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!

It’s been about 10 years since I started living in the cyberpunk game. I don’t understand why there are so many people looking for me now. Just let me relax in the corner of my house for a while.

I’ve been reincarnated into the world of a depressing light novel from that era when magical girl stories were flooding the market. And not just anywhere, but 3 years before the story’s original beginning… Am I destined to simply watch all the tragedies unfold?

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

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 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.