Transmigrated Into a Trash Game
I got isekai'd into a dumpster fire of a game.
The pretty-girl collector strategy title Red Bible. Abbreviated: Reba.
It had blown up as a B-grade bonsai game packed with ridiculously hot characters and unapologetic B-movie vibes. But the management was openly hostile to its players, the whole thing was a nest of bugs, and the monetization was so predatory it bordered on parody.
On top of that, the director had driven out the original scenario writer and started writing in his own self-insert. The highly anticipated new release—into which a fortune had been poured—lasted a single day before the servers died for good.
I had been deep in the hyperfixation hole since the beta. When it all went to hell, I lost it and started flame-raiding the community. Some mod—director, staff, whatever—kept trying to astroturf the discourse, and I got slapped with bans for the dozenth time.
Then I saw the comment:
— Then you try it lololol
...and the next second, I had been transmigrated into that very trash game.
The first thing I saw after arriving was a scene from the tutorial. The protagonist of this world, one breath away from being killed by the Demon King—and, with the sacrifice of his students, just barely succeeding in a time slip.
I went back with him, memories intact.
I couldn't stand by and watch a future whose horrific ending I already knew. The regression point left me as a five-year-old brat, so the start was pathetic—but sixteen years later, after grinding myself raw, I finally enrolled at the academy where my most beloved character attended.
And then.
"Oh. So this is my office."
"Oh. So this is my bed."
"Oh. So this is my bathroom."
Squelch♡ Squelch♡ Squelch♡
"Haah♡ Ahn♡ C-coming, Teacher♡ I'm cominggg♡"
"Oh. My most beloved character. Masturbating. In my bathroom."
"Haah♡ Haah♡ Huh?"
"WAAAAAAAH!"
"KYAAAAAAAH!"
Ding.
Creampie a Random Student ×1
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🎁 Reward: Status Manipulation Ability