Every night, he prayed. To every god on Earth.... more>>

"Please, transport me to a fantasy world when I wake up tomorrow."

And then one day, his prayers were answered.

Just not in the way he had hoped for. <<less

[The death of Song Gi-hyeon (27), an unprecedented and unrivaled hunter, throws the world into chaos.] ... more>>

Another failure.

This ending has been predicted over

and over

and over again.

If I can’t conquer all 7 towers within the given 10 years, I’ll regress again.

Going back to age 17 this time will mark my sixth regression, meaning I’ll be living my seventh life.

‘The only one I can trust is myself!’

If this is how it’s going to be, I’ll finish conquering the towers alone. And for that, I’ve chosen the S-rank ability: “Necromancer.”

[∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿] [Hope you succeed in your next life.]

No need to tell me that. <<less

I transmigrated into a novel that I was reading.... more>>

“But of all people, why did it have to be Kamon Vade?!”

The problem here is this: the character I transmigrated as was a third-rate villain who appeared at the beginning of the original story, but after he had been accused of attacking the imperial princess, he disappeared and left the stage.

“Haah, fine. The novel never said that I died anyway. So, I just need to somehow hold out and endure in the academy, right?”

But…

Maybe because I refused to exit the novel, ‘death’ keeps following me around.

‘Motherfxxxer, this is like the fantasy novel version of Final Destination!’

Damn it, I have to survive somehow.

And I will! No matter what! <<less

Pick one of the 100 lord characters to be the final winner of the game “Territory Wars”.... more>>

I became the first person in the world to complete the game using the world’s worst shitty character, Otto de Scuderia.

I’m thrilled to see my name in the Hall of Fame, but I’ve been possessed into the game in the body of Otto de Scuderia, the worst of the worst.

The memory of the experience is clouding my mind, but…

If there’s no turning back, let’s just enjoy it.

This time as the real Otto de Scuderia. <<less

Sometimes memories of a past life comes flooding to my mind. It's something that I didn't even wish for, yet it happens.... more>>

"Child, won't you come with me?"

A cloth with red flowers embroidered on the sleeves caught the child’s eye. Although the cloth fluttered in the wind, it was unrumpled, and the smile of the middle-aged man was full of playfulness to reassure the child.

In the tranquility of the night. The middle-aged man approached the child bound in chains and slowly reached out their hand. In response, the child stumbled backward, touching the floor. The rough stone floor that touched the child’s bu*t was cold.

Here in the black market that only opens during the full moon, an item at the very last, was none other than the child.

"Hahaha. Don't worry. I have come to take you home."

The middle-aged man wore a kind smile and patiently waited with their hand outstretched. As time passed, the child realized that the person standing in front of him did not pose any threat, and he lifted his head. But, the child wouldn't look directly at the middle-aged man.

Seeing this, the man thought that the child was avoiding eye contact due to long term mistreatment, so he turned his gaze to the merchant-turned-corpse.

To the middle-aged man, the eyes of the child that had seemed blurry held a clear reflection of something profound.

The child was looking not the outstretched hand, the kind smile, or the red plum blossoms, but at the sword hanging at the waist of the middle-aged man. The child was looking at the sword.

And in that moment, Seo Jun realized that he was the child looking at the sword.

Seo Jun woke up from his sleep.

"Ah..."

The morning sunlight, streaming through the curtains, naturally created a sense of arrogance in him. But it wasn't only because of the silky morning sunlight.

"It's been a long time since I've been in a dream."

Jin Seo Jun.

He didn't know why, who, or how, but at a young age, he recalled memories from his past life.

This dream, in particular, was a glimpse of the past of a prodigy who was saved by a passing monk. The child witnessed the efforts of the highly anticipated and admired late-stage disciple, and the responsibility of being the pillar supporting the sect.

And he, from his past life, was the Sword God. That's what he was called.

"What would you do if you were the Sword God in your past life?"

Seo Jun chuckled and began to pull back the curtains and tidy up his bed. The autumn of his twentieth year. It was the start of an ordinary day, just like any other. No, that's what he thought until now.

Ting!

Until a message arrived. <<less

Lee Seongjin, the strongest hunter who defeated the demon king.
He possessed the body of the pig tr*sh Third Prince, the Holy Imperial Family’s shame.... more>>

But the members of this family… there’s something strange about them?

‘Overpowered’ Holy Emperor.
‘Regressor’ First Princess.
‘Player’ First Prince.

Lots of trouble and lots of words
The story of the Holy Emperor and his children. <<less

A master of disguise, master of escape.... more>>

The genius swindler ‘Viper’, a death rower who turned over the empire, was approached by the tyrant of the battlefield, Grand Duke Hessen, one day.

“Hey, you’re gonna have to help me out a little.”

“How can I help you?”

“I’m going to try to go against the Emperor.”

“….what?”

“….well?”

The Imperial Shame, Mad Dog of the North, Tyrant of the Battlefield.

When even his brain is made of muscles, what can possibly be done?

“You must find a way to make me emperor. Otherwise, it’s just death.”

Caught by her eagerness to survive, it all rely on the likelihood of succeeding this extreme survival mission! Let’s turn this royal bastard into an emperor!

You know…we’re working, not dating, right?

“Do you hear that? My heart is beating like a crazy bastard when I’m with you. It’s a poisonous side effect, isn’t it?”

“……”

“And when I see you, this crazy wrist also flinches. I think it wants to touch you like this.”

Rexid’s hand on her back shook. I felt his fist clenched.

“In case you misunderstand, I am telling you, I don’t mean to want to grope you.”

“Ah, yes.” <<less