You're lazy and plagued by procrastination. Every day, you love scrolling through mindless novels for a bit of mental nourishment. You're one of the very few students your teacher complains about, and one of the few employees your boss complains about. You love playing Louis XVI in your rental apartment, fantasizing every day that the fan will fall and spin you to death.
After staying up all night gaming and getting crushed, you accidentally open 100 Princess Games Every Girl Must Play, the game you loved as a little kid. To your delight, it hasn't shut down yet.
The princesses who kept you company as a child are still enduring hardship in the gaps between time and space.
[My dear knight or prince, the princess is trapped atop a tower and waiting for you to rescue her.]
You gasp! Had the younger you really been this inspiring and adorable?
"Only childhood games can heal the heart, sob..." After getting crushed by your teammates, you wail as you open the game.
And then there was nothing more.
The System chimes:
[My dear Rose, please save the princess from the thorn bushes in the wasteland. He is still weeping after being brutalized by villains.]
[My dear Rose, in the castle deep in the mysterious forest, the sorrowful princess sings night and day. His throat is raw and burning from his tears, yet he refuses to stop. Please free him from his plight.]
[My dear Rose, the princess who willingly became sea foam for love is trapped in a hunter's cage, enduring the agony of a thousand cuts every moment. Now, you are his only salvation.]
With a steel pipe in hand, serving as a makeshift knight's sword, you hack through every obstacle!
You wonder: Were the games I played as a child really this bloody and terrifying?
At last, after countless trials and hardships, you push open the castle doors. The beautiful "princess" on the throne has rosy lips and pearly teeth, with long, thick black curls, like a delicate angel fallen from heaven.
He rises gracefully. Standing six foot three, he crushes your silver sword with ease, gently lifts you, and sets you on the throne. Kneeling before you, he humbly kisses your rigid instep.
"Welcome home, my proudest knight."
Useless and good-for-nothing are the words that define your adult self. But dear Rose, you are also the knight who grew up carrying love and hope in your heart.
Please love yourself a little more each day.
[World One: Hot-tempered idiot × Snow White]
[World Two: Still hot-tempered, but an idiot who has learned to hold back × Prisoner mermaid]
[World Three: Not so much of an idiot anymore! × Flower General]
[World Four: Resigned, lazy fish who tries hard to fight × Pocahontas]
Story idea: October 3, 2026
Theme: Write slowly, carefully, and with a plan
