Pay to Win: Becoming the Ultimate Mary Sue

[Complete] The story is finished. Thank you for your support! As a player who paid to win, Asada Oriya spent a fortune on in-game purchases and managed to turn an ordinary otome game into an invincible mode. From the start, she glanced at the System prompt: "Players, please focus on pursuing a single target. A cautious approach will keep you safe for a thousand years." Asada Oriya gave a soft snort. She could create a love rivalry through her own skill (and game currency). Later, all the handsome, talented men in the game became hopeless romantics and spoiled her rotten! Later still, she accidentally crashed and burned, and things gradually took a turn that was too scandalous to describe... [Love Story Game Guide] Tip One: If you want to achieve a perfect ending while playing this game, take good care of your liver and your wallet. Play responsibly, and do not become addicted. Tip Two: Please pursue the characters in moderation. The company accepts no responsibility if any special (love-rivalry) situations arise. Asada Oriya: "It's so good." ◆Reading Guide: 1. This story includes a System. It is not a wish-fulfillment story that stays satisfying from beginning to end. The focus is on romance and character-pursuit plots. Please refer to the main text for the actual content. 2. The blurb has already stated that this is not a wish-fulfillment story. If anyone leaves another malicious low rating, I will delete it. I say this because many of the comments are from the same person, who has been insulting me in every chapter. My next story will be a Gojo Satoru otome novel, titled "So Choose Your Partner Wisely." Here is the blurb: My name is Nishijima Rina. I'm 27 years old, a Grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer, and currently in a steady relationship with Gojo Satoru. Ever since Gojo Satoru and I made our relationship official, my senior, Utahime, has asked me almost every day, "What on earth do you see in that idiot?" Every time, I answer with complete sincerity, "I think everything about Satoru is wonderful. He's handsome and tall, he's super cool when he uses his technique, and he loves sweets. He's practically the perfect partner." After hearing me out, my senior Utahime gives me a look as if she'd swallowed a fly. But I truly love Satoru, and I want to stay with him for the long term, with marriage in mind. If I had to name one flaw, it's that I feel like I can never truly enter his inner world. I think that's because I'm not strong enough yet, so I push myself to become stronger. Every day, the moment I open my eyes, I train my physical techniques, practice my cursed technique, and exorcise curses... Then the cycle repeats, over and over. During one of my missions, the assistant supervisor got the information wrong, and I ended up facing a Special Grade curse far beyond my abilities. That Special Grade curse was incredibly tough to deal with. Even after giving it everything I had, the best I could manage was a mutual-kill outcome. As I was dying, I saw Gojo Satoru stumbling toward me. He looked devastated, and his eyes, bluer than the sky, seemed to be filled with rain. I struggled to lift my face and smiled at him. "Satoru, look! I defeated a Special Grade!" The unspoken meaning was: I defeated a Special Grade, so does that mean... I'm a little more worthy of you now? When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to ten years earlier. This time, I decided to leave Kyoto early, enroll at Tokyo Jujutsu High, and take part in my future partner's younger years. Later, a white-haired boy wearing sunglasses sneakily pulled me into a classroom corner. With a grave expression, he asked, "The rooftop, the basketball court, or the woods?" "Huh?" A question mark slowly appeared over my head. I stood there dumbfounded for ages, unable to react. The boy who wouldn't bow his head even if the heavens themselves demanded it clicked his tongue, then slowly lowered his head. He lowered his voice and whispered in my ear: "I'm asking you to choose where we're going to kiss." Theme: Finding my own sense of worth