I thought there was no one I wanted to protect. Until I met you, my enemy, you who was falling apart.

A world on the brink of destruction. Guide the heroes and save the world. What use are monsters and such? I have money. A seriously massive amount.

Playing friends was fun.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a monster, and it turned out that I was in a novel.

The world I transmigrated into was a dark fantasy game universe, devoid of hope or dreams. Doesn’t feel like it at all, though.

I published fanfiction in another world. But it seems the fanfiction was far too provocative for the locals in this world. “Escort Author Check to the imperial palace’s VIP suite immediately!” And so, I ended up imprisoned. With only a pen and paper by my side.

They say no tree remains standing after being struck ten times. But… it seems that doesn’t apply to university.

I got reincarnated with skills from an erotic game, only to find myself in an apocalyptic dark fantasy world. I can’t afford to die, so I decided to use these “adult game skills” to save the world… “Saint! Please save us!!” “Saint! Deliver us!!!” For some reason, people keep calling me a saint.

“But it’s true… Why does nobody believe me?” Sometimes, I play small pranks, but they’re truly insignificant. I swear, I’m not the mastermind.

In a futuristic city where science, magic, and different races coexist, a notorious villain resides. “How dare you try to exploit such a young child? Do you have no conscience?” “It’s truly a tragic situation. Who would’ve thought this girl could be the key to rooting out the forces of evil?” “You can relax now. We’ll definitely protect you.” …Sorry, but I am that villain. It seems they’ve got the wrong idea—completely wrong.