Hazy_0832

Jiho, a flimsy and unremarkable 17-year-old, is betrayed by his closest friends, Eunhee and Daniel, who had been in a secret relationship. He only discovers the truth after confessing his feelings to Eunhee. Heartbroken and humiliated when Daniel mocks him in front of the entire class, Jiho runs away from the school. But before he can process the betrayal, a zombie outbreak erupts. In the chaos, Jiho is bitten. Just as he thinks death is inevitable, something unexpected happens...

High-schooler Yuuto Sakurai is not your typical teen. He prides himself on his peculiar mission - to protect the love lives of those threatened by encroaching third parties. When charisma and physical prowess attempt to steal away your beloved, Sakurai leaps into action. For just 10,000 yen, he'll ensure your love story remains untainted. Armed with conviction and a no-discrimination policy, he is the Anti-NTR Man - a one-man crusade against romantic usurpation.

After my friend and I got Isekai'd while playing an MMORPG, he snagged all the OP skills and the Goddess's favor while I was left with nothing impressive. Then, he added my girlfriend to his harem behind my back. I saw it coming, so I did the next logical thing: I went to propose to the Demon Lord.

Yuuto Sakurai, the ANTI-NTR MAN, has been transmigrated into the body of a pathetic, background character who’s supposed to be the main protagonist in an NTR story. He’s excited—his mission is clear: baseball the NTR antagonist’s ass. But this time, his opponent is craftier than expected; maybe requiring more than just the usual brute force...

Yuuto Sakurai, the Anti-NTR Man, was transmigrated into the body of the 16 year-old Hiroki Morii, an NTR Protagonist. To most, it would be the most terrible nightmare come true... But Yuuto always dreamed about swatting an ugly bastard in another world...

Julian, the charismatic hero who blessed us with his presence as his soul traversed from another world, ain't what he seems. We were close 'til he and his heroic posse threw me to the abyss, blamin' me for something I never did. I swore vengeance and made a pact with a Demon. Armed and burning for retribution, I navigate through blood and magic, shattered bonds, and survival in shadows darker than midnight. No hero, just a soul teetering on the edge. When the dust settles, who wins? Me or the abyss?

[DING! REGRESSION UNLOCKED! YOUR UNSIGHTLY PAST BECKONS MENDING! YOUR YOUTHFUL HEART, YET MATURED MIND QUALIFIES YOU FOR REGRESSION!] 'H-huh!? What is this... Is this what those kids call... VR?' She thought as she tried pressing it, her hand clipping right through the hologram-like interface. [WOULD YOU LIKE TO REGRESS BACK TO YOUR PRIME YEARS, AND ATTEMPT TO SAVE YOUR FIRST LOVE FROM RUIN?] [YES] [NO] Without thinking too much, and a heart stricken with guilt and regret, she said. "Yes." Nanami, once a vision of beauty, now wears the weight of years—her skin etched with wrinkles, her voice a raspy echo. Shinagawa, once enamored by her, abandons her as time takes its toll. He seeks solace in another woman, leaving Nanami alone. Their son, grown and distant, no longer graces her doorstep. In solitude, Nanami’s thoughts drift to Shuuichi, her past love. He, too, has moved on, wed to a woman who cherishes him. Unexpectedly, Nanami crosses paths with Shuuichi. To her surprise, he loves his wife despite her aging visage. Regret floods Nanami’s heart. She realizes her betrayal—the infidelity that drove Shuuichi away. Guilt gnaws at her, for she strayed far more than he ever did. Then, she sees a game-like prompt [Would you like to go back?] Without thinking much, she agreed.

[TAKE A ShiT TO UNLOCK A NEW REWARD!] A gaudy voice declared outta nowhere. "What is this now?" This digital thing appeared in front of my eyes as I was eating nachos, watching Breaking of the Beds. My favorite porn movie, just as this Walter dude told this Jesse chick they need to sell their bodies for money. [Take. A ShIT. TO UNLOCK. A NEW REWARD!] The message echoed again, its digital voice tinged with what sounded suspiciously like impatience. "...Is this a prank?" I asked myself out loud like a fucking idiot. As if the answer wasn't obvious enough. "Oh, right. Nobody cares enough about me to make a prank like this." I realized. "So, I've finally gone insane. Oh well, I live alone so I don't gotta really worry about anyone but myself..."  Let me introduce myself. I'm Micheal Micheals, the epitome of a loser. My parents couldn't even be bothered to think of a unique name for me. If I were in a room with four people and a grenade was thrown in, not only would no one dive on it to save me, but they'd probably shove me towards it instead. The only person who wouldn't is, well, me. But given the spectacular failure that is my life, I'm starting to question even that. All my life, I've been the textbook definition of a loser. Friends? They ran for the hills the second they met me. Teachers? Wrote me off from day one. Bosses? Probably daydream about firing me out of a cannon. A girlfriend? That's a good one. My first crush? She stomped on my heart like it was part of her morning workout routine. My parents? They threw in the towel and disowned me. Even my bully had a breakdown the first time he saw me, sobbing that I was too hideous to gaze upon as he pummeled me. I mean, I don't think I'm the Elephant Man or anything, but I guess being Micheal Micheals comes with its own set of cursed rules. Victory? Not even in my dreams. They all morph into nightmares, and every night is a special screening of 'Micheal's Greatest Fears' with a side of sleep paralysis. Life for me has been like constantly rolling a 1 on luck or something. A living, breathing failure, just using up oxygen until I expire. The universe seems to have it out for me. I once thought about ending it all just to give the world a break, but even that seemed like too much effort.