How to Save the Literary World

1v1, pairing with Chuuya (though there’s very little romance).

All face-resemblance jokes in the story are based on the live-action actors.

On the day she won the Akutagawa Prize, the literature-loving girl Hibiki transmigrated to a world without great writers. Together with her guardian, she worked for ten years to revive the literary scene.

Then she discovered the truth about the world :)

Oh wow, is being in the mafia that much fun?

Hibiki: I’m going to make all the writers go back to writing books!

Coming soon

How an NPC Got Rich [Western Fantasy]

In the fifteenth year since transmigrating to a world of magic, Mavis inherited the little shop her family owned and met a group of customers with strange names. That was when she realized she was an NPC in a game.

These players were all idiots. They sold Mavis old armor with zero durability, which she could polish until it gleamed and then sell back to them for ten times the price. She could split one cauldron of potion into tiny bottles and sell it as multiple potions. A couple of random strokes of magic runes on a weapon could fetch a sky-high price.

Mavis had found the perfect way to get rich.

Give them some rune-imbued gear, and the players could get her anything. The only drawback was that they still couldn’t find high-level magical materials.

But Mavis herself had picked up a little monster who claimed to be a demon.

It was the first time in his life that Treyne had met such a strange human. She wasn’t afraid of him, a great demon, and, to top it off, while he was injured, he couldn’t even beat her.

And why was her mind on such strange things?!

Mavis: “Do you have wings? Fallen angel wings with feather tips sharp enough to scratch diamonds, the kind you can use to draw magic runes?”

Treyne: “No.”

Mavis: “Do you have scales? Magic dragon scales that are hard enough to grind into potion powder and glow all sparkly on their own?”

Treyne: “...No.”

Mavis: “Then... surely you have cute little horns and a triangular tail, even if they can’t be used as magical materials!”

Treyne: “...”

Mavis, looking disgusted: “Ohhh...”

Treyne, bristling: “Just you wait! Once I’ve healed, I’ll go back and pluck every feather from the fallen angels guarding my door, strip every scale off the magic dragons pulling our carts, then bury you alive with them!!!”

Mavis: “Yay!”

Theme: Reject illegal industries and strive to be a literary youth