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.

“I really feel like having one of those special macarons from the cafeteria today. You think you could get me one?” I sit diagonally behind the heroine in class. I’m basically her errand boy. “We are [friends], after all.” …And I’m happy to do it.

‘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.

I’ve been struggling for over a decade in this world where magic is equivalent to science. And now I’ve realized that my employer is the protagonist’s enemy. …Boss, can I quit my job?

In the back alleys of the Central Empire, there appears a monster that eats people. And that’s me.

A story about broadcasting alone in a labyrinth, taming monsters, drawing pictures of monsters while creating an encyclopedia, and occasionally sending monsters on expeditions to other worlds.

I got hit by a truck and was suddenly summoned to a middle school-type novel that I used to write when I was a teenager. I got dropped into that world after receiving a favor from a goddess I wrote… But the future is bleak.

The only Paladin of the forgotten god, Nameless Chaos, and also the only Pope, Priest, and Worshipper.

Becoming the physician of the villainess who brought about the world’s destruction, I tried to escape to survive, but the reactions were strange.

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.