Oh No! The Players Are Winning Me Over

Wasn’t I already dead?! How did I end up as an atom in a game world? Oh no! A detection atom spotted me! Run...

Falling into a game world was bad enough, but I ended up with the lowest-tier class of all: lumberjack!

But... nobody ever said a lumberjack couldn’t become a big shot in the game, right?

If a god gets in my way, I’ll kill a god. If Buddha gets in my way, I’ll kill Buddha. Anyone who underestimates me can just die!

But when players run into this top-tier maniac, they think, “Damn, this is interesting. I like someone different.”

[The protagonist has a golden finger]

[Our heroine isn’t a pushover either. She has to become strong, and it must be through her own abilities, not because of a golden finger]

[I love stories about men falling for the heroine. Who doesn’t like a handsome man with eight-pack abs?]

[But the author is a terrible writer, absolutely awful. The story reads like a diary and goes on and on. I’ve already had one flop]

I’ll roast the story’s flaws myself, so if that bothers you, read at your own risk. If it doesn’t, give it a look, then come back and curse me out. I’ll just have to take it.

(Thanks)