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.

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.

“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.

‘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.

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’ve become the time-stop breeding uncle from an erot*c game. But the situation is completely f*cked up, so I saved the world first. Before I knew it, people around me were praising me as a hero. …..I don’t give a f*ck about being a hero, I just want to retire. f*ck.