Beep, Attention, attention: This story probably won't be updated anymore.
Imagine quitting a game and then returning, only to transmigrate into it. The characters you once worked yourself to the bone to obtain are now staring at you with hostile intent. You'd be desperate...
Those cute and cool hairstyles you once loved suddenly don't look so appealing.
You: I really want to grab my past self and bang their head against a wall.
Written in the second person. The writing is terrible, so turn away if you can't handle it.
No stockpiled chapters, updates are irregular, but I won't abandon the story.
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