[Dragon Raja fan fiction]+ [Not a saint]+ [Single heroine]+ [Transmigration]
(PS: The plot moves at a moderate pace. This isn't a power fantasy, either. It's simply the Dragon Raja story I want to tell.)
She is the flower of Tokyo, a lonely girl.
Her world consists of herself, along with endless schemes and conspiracies.
Her only hobby is playing games in that locked room.
Until that day...
Huh~
How did I... end up in second place? I'm not happy…
She opened the game as usual and saw her ranking.
She had her own little pride, too.
So she played one round after another. She kept losing, but she was happy all the same.
Because, you see, this was the first person besides her big brother to play with her for so long.
And, of course, this was also the first person who could truly keep up with her reflexes.
How curious…
Fate is a strange thing. Perhaps its hands began turning long ago, without anyone noticing…
Come on, come on, the author is big
Big cheers for the author! I'm optimistic about you!