I was just your average 22-year-old loser—jobless, single, and bitterly addicted to video games I claimed to hate. Especially eroge. They were all the same: cardboard characters, cheesy dialogue, and the worst offender of them all—Love Hearts Academy, the most clichéd visual novel to ever exist. It was a glorified harem game where one "chosen" protagonist swoops in and collects a lineup of perfect girls like Pokémon.
And then I died.
Crushed by a vending machine.
When I woke up, I wasn't in heaven, hell, or reincarnated as some overpowered hero. No—I was a background character. An NPC. A nobody. My name? Sera. Occupation? School librarian. Number of lines in the original game? Two.
But there's a twist.
I still have all my memories. I know every route. Every flag. Every line of dialogue. And frankly? I'm sick of it.
So I decided on one thing—if I have to live here, I’ll ruin this stupid story. I'll break every route, steal every heroine, and make the "protagonist" wish he’d never spawned.
Let the chaos begin.