I transmigrated into a BL game created by my junior.
Same name, completely different people—there was no common ground between Gwanggong “Gwak Seon-woo” and the ordinary, everyday “Gwak Seon-woo.”
A house so devoid of life that it seemed untouched by human existence, an all-black interior, a fridge stocked with nothing but Evian and whiskey.
“Ah! That’s cold!”
< Inappropriate speech for a Gwanggong detected. Gwanggong Score -9. >
Showering under a sunflower showerhead with no control over water temperature.
Desperately craving hot chocolate but limited to espresso and black coffee.
Unable to eat his all-time favorite Dakhanmari, or even a basic franchise sandwich.
Fighting tooth and nail to keep a meal from being canceled by the system at random.
“Can’t I just… have one decent meal?”
< Gwanggong does not obsess over food. Gwanggong Score -2. >
< Current Gwanggong Score: 49. >
< Warning: Status Effect [Insomnia] activated due to Gwanggong Score dropping below 50. Raise your Gwanggong Score to resolve this issue. >
In this brutal world, the only person capable of making a Gwanggong live like an actual human being… is the main uke.
…Or so the system claims.
But there is no way in hell Seon-woo is letting things get weird.
The unexplainable affection toward the main uke.
The uncontrollable rage that boils over at the sight of a second gong.
he forced emotions shoved down his throat by the system.
Seon-woo does his best to ignore it all as he focuses on picking the right choices.
“Shut up!”
“Get lost!”
“Bullshit!”
…If only he actually had a choice.
