Chapter 0 Prologue
Prologue
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: Prologue
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There was this one RPG Maker h-game.
A modern fantasy setting featuring towers and hunters.
The core of the game was watching the stories of characters slathered with all sorts of tantalizing tropes.
Truth be told, there weren't that many gameplay elements.
But the story... it made countless players shed tears.
…In the worst possible way.
"Fuck."
I was no exception.
To be cold about it, the game itself wasn't bad. Hell, it was actually top-tier production quality.
An array of colorful, distinctive characters that perfectly meshed with the setting.
The 2D illustrations that breathed life into them, along with the voice actors' snappy lines—they transcended the engine's limitations like nothing else.
No need to even mention the genre-savvy plot and direction.
The problem? This RPG Maker h-game's genre was straight-up netorare.
For those whose tastes align, it's a masterpiece like no other.
But for someone like me with zero tolerance? Absolute nightmare fuel.
In short, a fucking trash game. Good or bad, take your pick.
If only I'd known the genre before playing, the trauma might've been less severe.
「Ugh♡ Ah♡ Ah♡ Haaang♡!」
I stared at the heroine in the center of the monitor screen, getting broken in like a bitch, spitting double curses over and over.
"No, fuck! Why are the only choices here 'back off' and 'watch'?!"
I inwardly cursed my cousin—the bastard who packaged this crap as pure love and sold it to me—while clicking the mouse.
"Shouldn't there be an option to smash those whore bastards' faces in with an axe?!"
No way could I quit playing now.
My already scarred heart needed some catharsis, some kind of payoff.
If there's justice in the world, righteousness in the martial world, maybe the protagonist gets a happy ending?
Maybe there's an ending where those horny fuckers get wrecked and it all wraps up with poetic justice?
….
But nope. Nothing like that.
The protagonist in the story, Kang Woojin, was a total fucking moron.
Handsome face, solid build, but he loses every woman he gets involved with in the shittiest ways imaginable.
Starting with his childhood friend, then family, gal pals, alumni, college seniors and juniors, workplace boss, close colleagues, party members—even later his girlfriend and wife. All of them.
No pushover this pathetic.
"They're not even all his girls to begin with... but fuck, why do all these NTR sluts act like such whores?"
Not content with just stealing successful or rising women and handing them to other guys, Kang Woojin gets humiliated and degraded by those rip-your-throat-out bitches left and right.
"Impressive. Real impressive."
Even the death ending was pitch-perfect.
Ding. Di-ring—.
Unnecessarily poetic BGM plays as the end credits roll.
I played through multiple routes, saw all the endings, but Kang Woojin's future held not a speck of hope.
Ridiculously, the death ending was the cleanest—and closest to a happy one.
All the others were depressingly grim, and every time I saw them, it felt like my brain was rotting.
"Haa."
A sigh escaped me.
Part of me wanted to unleash a 5,700-character rage review on the devs, but honestly? Not much to complain about on reflection.
H-games only need to get you off, right?
The protagonist's setup and narrative, the step-by-step heroine thefts—all logical, seamless.
Had to give credit where due.
Especially the direction that made you grip the mouse left-handed. Masterful.
It starts with sweet everyday scenes between Kang Woojin and the heroine to draw you in, then gradually conveys their mounting misfortune.
Complete with big and small twists.
The devs' meticulous craft earned genuine praise—even as "fuck" slipped out—and those raw, stimulating scenes had me wiping tears top and bottom without realizing.
「Aaah♡! Harder... harder♡! Better than my husband! Ugh♡ Ah♡ Uuung♡ Cumming again♡! Aaaang♡ Break me...!」
Of course, the further you played, the more only malice lingered.
"You fucking maso bitch! I turned your clit into a cock and planted sunflowers on it, fucked you raw like crazy yesterday and you said you were satisfied—why betray me now?!"
With each playthrough, Kang Woojin's anguish hit harder.
Helplessness, deprivation, despair, hopelessness—you name it.
At first, I was pissed at the idiot Kang Woojin.
But gradually, he just seemed pitiful.
Watching the traitors thrive made my blood boil.
'No matter how unfair the world is, this is too much.'
The sight of Kang Woojin toyed with endlessly by trash men and women haunted my dreams.
Anyone who loves pure love like me would blacken after one playthrough, shedding bloody tears.
If there's a god of pure love, they'd catch humanity hatred and love distrust from Kang Woojin's saga.
"Ha."
As I lay awake thinking that...
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ A holographic status window appeared before my eyes.
'What the hell is this….'