NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 4
“There was a novel called ‘I Became the Protagonist of an NTR Game.'”
It was a story that mixed the trending hero party harem genre with game possession, NTR, revenge, and harem shenanigans.
The protagonist, possessed in an NTR-element-infused action RPG, ‘Nibelungen Tragödie,’ indulged in hidden pieces, teaching a lesson to the original enemies and traitors.
Along the way, he replaced the betraying heroines with new ones, building a harem as he received cheers and applause everywhere he went, ultimately becoming a king in the game world.
The provocative themes and refreshing developments made it an incredibly intriguing read that I kept up with daily.
So, that was until exactly 100 days ago.
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In harem novels, there’s a higher tier called ‘completion.’
It’s a transcendental state where the heroine’s harem evolves to the point of transcending dimensions, delivering harem to the readers too.
That’s called ‘completion.’
In other words, it refers to the fate of harem novels known as the end of serialization.
The aforementioned novel, ‘I Became the Protagonist of an NTR Game,’ also reached this state of completion.
I don’t know why.
It wasn’t unpopular, nor was it uninteresting.
Its viewership was considerably high, so it wouldn’t be due to low revenue.
But why did it end up being completed?
It was a complete mystery. A highly disappointing affair as well.
Thus, I….
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Day 99 of wishing for the return of the NTR game: ㅇㅇ(125.170)
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Friet, come back…!
Please, I won’t leave a bad comment anymore…!
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└ ㅇㅇ(211.35): Is this a continuous post?
└ 참독도살자: Don’t tell me you’re still clinging to a story that has been completed for over 100 days, haha.
└ ㅇㅇ(39.7): Yup~ it’s never coming back; you killed it~
└ ㅇㅇ(125.170): No, it’s not! Come back~ I believe in the author~
└ ㄱㄱ: Accept your fate… the NTR game has been ‘completed’…
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“Ha….”
I sighed lightly, closed my internet tab, and flopped onto my bed.
Since the ‘NTR game’ was suddenly put on indefinite hiatus, about a hundred days had passed since I started posting return wishes in the reader community.
Half out of amusement, and half out of sincerity, this continuous post had continued.
To be honest, I had already given up hope that the serialization of ‘NTR Game’ would resume.
If it were coming back, it would’ve done so by now. Four months had been a long enough wait, right?
The only reason I was still posting was that I thought I should see my 100-day commitment through.
At least, it was due to end tomorrow.
And the next day.
The return wish post finally came to an end.
I had managed to wrap up something I’d been at for a hundred days with no payoff, yet honestly, I didn’t feel a shred of regret.
…No, in fact, I didn’t even have time to feel regret.
Why, you ask?
Because the NTR game finally resumed serialization.
“This can’t be….”
An unimaginable result. My words faltered in shock.
As they say, if you’re wise, heaven will reward you; a miracle, truly akin to one, was happening.
“Get out.”
…It was far from the miracle I wished for, happening in a way that was completely unexpected.
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…….
What is this?
I wondered if this was how a man who woke up after giving a speech in a theater felt, only to find himself in a hospital.
I had clearly posted the continuous wish on day 100 and cuddled myself in my blanket, but upon waking, everything around me was completely different from before I fell asleep.
It felt like a whole new world.
“Uh….”
I stared blankly around, my mouth agape.
Where did the shabby room with peeling wallpaper go?
The walls and ceiling sparkled with a unique pure white marble shine, and elegantly decorated purple velvet curtains gracefully draped over the glass windows.
The old bed with a broken spring had transformed into a massive size, easily capable of fitting at least five people, and it was so plush I almost couldn’t comprehend what it was made of.
…Seriously, what is this?
It was too vivid to be a dream. No, it didn’t even feel like it; it felt several times more real.
Everything was so clearly defined, as if I was seeing the world clearly for the first time after a vision correction surgery.
The sweaty, fishy scent mingled in the air.
Quiet breaths that were hot and excited.
An acute sensitivity like delicate antennae brushed over every single hair, with naked women sprawled across the bed before me.
Indeed. Women I had probably never had a connection with in my life were astonishingly sprawled out in front of me.
And they weren’t wearing a stitch of clothing.
The woman on the left had sky-blue hair that cascaded down to her thighs and an impressively large rear, seemingly spilling something between her cheeks.
Just the smell was enough to make me guess what it was, and honestly, it was a bit nauseating.
The woman on the right, unlike the sky-haired one, had a slightly skinny frame; extraordinarily long and pointed ears peeped through her disheveled platinum hair.
To put it bluntly, she was unmistakably an elf.
“What the… is going on…?”
I was simply lost in confusion.
I woke up in a place transformed into a five-star hotel, and in front of me were two naked beauties and an elf woman who looked like they had finished some kind of breeding act.
Only a monk or a fool could remain calm in a situation like this. I was neither, and thus I could not hide my astonishment.
“What are you doing just standing there? Are you seriously considering refusing now?”
Was he disgusted by my state? A man perched on the edge of the bed started to chatter at me incessantly.
“…….”
Shocked, I could barely make out any of his words.
“Ha, you can’t be that stupid. You clearly know that going back to that incapable fool, Friet, would be pointless, right? Am I wrong?”
This man had an outlandish appearance as well.
His rough, dark red hair and murky green eyes were reminiscent of a swamp.
His ears were slightly long and pointed, and beneath his peculiar, delicate build were powerful muscles, much like a leopard’s agility.
“Do you think the Kingdom of Rhine will let your traitorous acts slide? If you go back, you’ll be lucky to be thrown in jail.”
At first glance, he looked like a perfect male model, but the longer I stared, an inexplicable sense of discomfort and contempt began to rise within me.
“…….”
I recognized this man’s identity.
There was no way I could forget him. Though he looked a bit different from the illustrations I had seen, the features were perfectly identical.
That was when I finally realized.
What kind of situation was this? Where was I right now?
“…Gunther.”
Gunther Hagen.
The half-elf hero from the Burgundy kingdom, a character I had been wishing to see again for a hundred days was right in front of me.
Naked, with nothing but bare skin that would make anyone’s eyes burn.
“You accepted my proposal knowing that, didn’t you? That bastard Friet seemed like a lost cause. Right?”
Not a hero type that defeats the demon lord, but rather one who lays waste to the protagonist’s party on the bed.
“If I’m wrong, feel free to argue. You’re not mute, are you? Not yet, anyway.”
In other words, he was one of the targets for revenge in the original novel.
“So, if you’ve got something to say, then feel free to speak. I’ll listen as much as you want. Brunhilde Eisenstein.”
And then, I….
“…No, it was just Brunhilde now, wasn’t it? Anyway.”
She was one of the three party members who betrayed the protagonist in the novel.
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That’s right.
The moment I recognized the identity of the man before me, I realized.
My innocent fan feelings wishing for a return had unexpectedly summoned the worst tragedy of my life.
This situation, the unnaturally vivid sensations, the weighty shoulder when he called out my name.
There was no room for doubt.
“Ha….”
No wonder my voice felt so strangely high-pitched earlier.
That’s right. I had been possessed. It turned out I had been possessed.
Brunhilde Eisenstein.
In the harem novel, responsible for the regret and devastation of the NTR heroine’s body.
…And it just so happened to be at a point where it seemed like she had already finished betraying everyone.
It was horrifying.
Just as the Germans of the 20th century applauded Hitler’s speeches to erase the Jews.
“Haha….”
Does this even make sense?
My legs felt like they might crumble beneath me.
The ground beneath seemed to collapse, a chilling sensation of free-fall overtook me, making my vision darken as nausea rose up.
I fervently wanted to deny this wasn’t reality, to shout it out loud.
Possession? Why on earth?
That’s a fantasy trope that only appears in novels. It’s not real.
Thoughts raced through my mind.
Why me?
Why this novel?
Why, of all characters, did it have to be Brunhilde Eisenstein?
And even worse, at this precise moment when Gunther, who coaxed her betrayal, was demanding her body be offered up…!
“Haa… ugh….”
Mockingly, a heated moan fluttered past my ears as I stood frozen in shock. It was the breath of the two women sprawled on the bed.
The heated ecstasy they exuded seemed to whisper that I too would soon find myself in the same situation, sending chills down my spine.