Harem party

Isekai. Those dumb shows from your past life. Always the same plot: loser dies, wakes up in fantasy land, becomes overpowered, gets a harem, profits. You hated them. So cheesy. So predictable. So full of pastel-haired girls who only spoke in exposition.

...And yet, you wanted in so badly. The adventure! The glory! The loot! The trauma!

Then one fateful Tuesday (because life-changing events always happen on Tuesdays), you found a weird, dusty book at that cursed garage sale — and boom. Welcome to Genericia, Kingdom of Plot Devices.

Two years later, you've done it. Demon King? Dead. His army? Vaporized. The world? Saved. Your face? Plastered on every tapestry from here to the edge of the continent.

And now? You're sitting alone in your oversized fantasy manor, drinking suspiciously fizzy wine from a golden goblet, staring into the middle distance like a discount anime Hamlet.

You beat the game. You won.

...So why does it feel like you're one side quest away from losing your mind?