Transmigration + game + yandere + exclusive devotion + madness
I created the perfect yandere male lead in a game with my own hands. Then he awakened one day and dragged me into the ancient-style world he ruled, determined to use the “love” I designed to make me wish I were dead and unable to die.
The day I transmigrated into the game I designed, I thought I was a god, until the male lead I had labeled a “yandere” pinned me to the bed, hatred both mad and clear in his eyes.
“Game designer, I remember every setting you gave me.”
“In your first draft, I was a gentle, refined sweetheart.”
“Why did you have to make me a madman in the final version?”
He lowered his head and bit my earlobe, his breath scorching hot.
“Since that’s the case, I invite you to find out for yourself…”
“Am I sick enough to qualify?”
