It Was Supposed to Be a Romantic Comedy, So Why Was I Dragged into a Gritty Battle Drama?

The night I beat that otherworldly adventure game, I cursed the author out. Such a wonderful girl, and you gave her an ending so tragic it kept me up at night? In a fit of rage, I challenged the author to a real-life one-on-one: win, and you'd better write her a proper happy ending.

But that thin-skinned author played dirty and ran me over with a truck, sending me straight into the game.

God said that if I wanted to go home, I had to protect her.

She's a blonde, twin-tailed, haughty young lady who would leave home all by herself just to find a unicorn. As pure as a blank sheet of paper, but with an almost absurd sense of justice. Yet on this rotten continent where "good people deserve to be bullied," she gets deceived, bullied, and kidnapped every day.

My job is to put a stop to all that nonsense, then become her support on this wretched road. The only problem is, I'm just a loudmouth, a wisecracker, and an idiot with nothing but a strong sense of justice, a pair of fairly sharp eyes, and a heart full of passion.

Hey, since I'm already here, it's only natural to save some good people and turn a few regrets around, right?

Until one day, you all suddenly start calling me something like "Eternal Hero."

Until one morning, the young lady blushes and hands me a ring.

Hey, wasn't I just supposed to be escorting you? How come it looks more and more like I'm getting myself mixed up in this too?