It's Not That I Can't Become a Witch's Plaything

Transmigrated to a fantasy world.

The world before her eyes was still steeped in darkness.

Violence, pollution, and class consciousness were everywhere.

The poor of the outer ring fled into dreams of alcohol and drugs day and night, struggling to survive.

Meanwhile, in the inner ring, skyscrapers rose across the city, their lights shining like stars, impossibly far away.

People were consumed by conflict.

Divine arts and magic denounced each other, unaware that the prophecy of the apocalypse had already been sounded.

There were lives from the ruins rising with the black rain, discarded products of augmentation surgery roaming the back alleys, magical insanity, followers of natural disasters...

And worse still, the man, once used to roughing it, had now become a petite girl.

It seemed happiness had vanished from the world.

But then.

"It's all right."

"You have a gift for magic, and the love of your master, my disciple."

Her master, known as the Witch, told her.

As long as she mastered magic, she could have happiness in her hands.

So the girl set out toward her dream.

...That was how the story was supposed to go.

"Yulia, I wish you would depend on me."

"Feel me."

"Look at me with your maddened eyes."

Her white-haired childhood friend, her Witch mentor, her mature female boss...

They leaned close to her ear and whispered softly.

"Please love me."

"Even if you go all the way to the end of arrogance and foolishness."

"Even if you climb, then fall, into that land of eternal torment."

"Don't forget me. Don't forget us."

"We have been calling for your love here, forever."

This book is also known as:

"It's Over, I'm Surrounded by Witches".