Am I the Only Ordinary Person Here?!

You were an ordinary person who had the misfortune of transmigrating into a survival-horror world.

Five people stood in the cramped elevator, with you wedged in the middle.

On your left was the top-ranked player in the infinite world, a cool, expressionless man.

On your right stood a pretty boy with a terrified look on his face, loaded with the “everyone’s favorite,” “airheaded beauty,” and “pampered darling” buffs.

In front of you was a strangely dressed “woman.” However you looked at it, the other person seemed like a dungeon boss with a cross-dressing fetish.

Behind you stood an ordinary passerby who looked relaxed and laid-back. From his easygoing manner, though, you could tell he was a max-level expert, and the kind who liked to play dumb and catch people off guard.

Even the elevator beneath your feet wasn’t an ordinary elevator. It was an elevator spirit complaining, “That person looks so thin, but they’re actually so heavy.”

You, stuck in the middle: “...”

[Left, right, all men]

[Men on top, more men below]

You took a deep breath and decided to charge straight into the fray.

This story is also known as “I’m So Ordinary That All the Big Shots Surrounded Me” and “A Husky in a Wolf Pack.”

Reading Guide:

① The main text is told in third person.

② The protagonist isn’t a show-off. He has his moments in the spotlight, but most of the time he’s a lazy, beloved tagalong, a seemingly indifferent “666” machine who reacts to everything, and the resident commentator.

③ This is my take on the infinite-flow genre, with a very light, fast-paced plot and style.

④ There are lots of covers, and they’re changed often. Some use templates, while others are commissioned art. Permission has been obtained for both types~

Coming soon: I Reach the Pinnacle of Life by Relying on Transmigrators:

"Apocalypse Cannon Fodder"

After the apocalypse began, you were Cannon Fodder Number One, destined to shove the protagonist into a zombie horde. Before you could push him...

Someone transmigrated into you.

When you regained consciousness, you were the leader of an apocalyptic base, and the protagonist had become your underling, following your every command.

The mad Zombie King, unable to have you, was gathering a zombie horde to attack the city and then force you into submission.

"Infinite-Flow Cannon Fodder"

You were a perverted cannon-fodder character who lusted after the protagonist, a max-level expert pretending to be a newbie. You were planning to knock him out and do unspeakable things to him, but before you could take off your pants, someone transmigrated into you.

When you regained consciousness, the max-level expert and the dungeon bosses had all become your devoted followers. You... you had become the Lord God.

"Cultivation Cannon Fodder"

You were the Dragon-Pride protagonist’s fiancée. Of course, you were also cannon fodder, because you looked down on him in his early days and were preparing to break off the engagement.

The moment you tore up the betrothal contract, someone transmigrated into you again. And again.

When you regained consciousness, the Dragon-Pride had become your dragon-shaped mount, and you... you had become an Imperial Venerable who cultivated the Emotionless Dao.

Interviewer: “Every time you open your eyes, you’re already at the pinnacle of life. What do you think of the transmigrators?”

Uke: “They’re really... I’m crying.”

Couple: A perpetually doomed uke x a powerful seme who keeps transmigrating into cannon fodder

PS: At first, the uke is controlled by the will of the world. He isn’t actually that much of a pervert :D

[Registered on 2022.9.18]

Theme: Ordinary people should fight to survive, too.