Meet Dan, an unimportant extra who just wants a fresh start, true love, and a happy ending. Unfortunately, life is unpredictable---especially when the readers keep voting on his fate! Will Dan make it through his isekai fantasy BL unscathed? Or will...
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Winner: Saintess
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[...THEY WANT YOU TO BE THE SAINTESS.]
"What? Why?"
[IT WAS THE MAJORITY VOTE.]
"Didn't you say the market's oversaturated with saintess stories?!"
[SO PUT A TWIST ON IT. AND BY THE WAY, JUST BEING MALE WON'T DO IT EITHER. SOME OTHER MC* DID IT FIRST AND FABULOUSLY 4 YEARS AGO.]
"Was that just a plug for a completely different stor—"
[I'M SENDING YOU TO JOKOSKIA NOW.]
"H-hold on, Window—!"
Zzzap!
Seconds later, Dan had vanished from the white space. The blue screen blinked in place for a few seconds. If it could sigh, it certainly would've by now. It was an unromantic existence by nature, a product of the Author's logic made to deal with the characters in a rational manner. Therefore, the current situation left it stumped. The saintess, even if she was now he, was a pure and inviolable status in the world of Aleria.
[HOW ARE WE GOING TO SQUEEZE IN A ROMANCE PLOTLINE WITH THIS SETUP...?]
But this was no place to complain. Now that the protagonist's setting was fixed, it was time to make up the rest of the world, including the all-important love interests. Could Dan really succeed as he was, though? Maybe they'd have to consult the readers again...
Slowly but surely, the newly-named "Window" vanished from the scene as well.
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Once again, Dan woke up in a world of white. But there were different textures this time—the clean cotton sheets beneath his body, the gauzy curtain hanging around him, and a surprisingly soft pillow clutched in his arms.
Wait, clutched?
He had...hands?
Shocked, Dan sat straight up in his bed and dropped the pillow, gazing in wonder at his newly-minted human limbs. He even had fingers! All 10 of them!
