I transmigrated into the world of Arknights.
But every day, that damned System burns me to death in my dreams... System! Aren't you supposed to help me? Why do I have to keep dying all the time just to get stronger? Aaaaaah!
Wait, does this... look a little like Surtr's Twilight?
(My million-word Arknights novel is complete, and it's probably still got some decency! Feel free to read it!)
(Harem story. I don't even know if it counts as a peach. There may be both love triangles and a deluge of sweet moments. The author has been a wholesome harem reader for ten years: no angst, no shocking twists. Absolutely trustworthy, meow.)
