The World of Otome Games is Tough For Mobs - Chapter 101 - Volume 3 Chapter 8

I made a character gacha game with constellations that people from other worlds can relate to. I was worried about what would happen if the constellations got angry, but… [The King of All Demons complains that the Demon King character’s pick rate is too low and begs for some fan service content.] [The First Elven Hero asks when their episode as the protagonist will be released.] [The Master of the Night fidgets their fingers, wondering if their character’s jaw could be made a bit more slender.] They… unexpectedly like it?

Plagued with Prosopagnosia, Making friends or lovers was the last thing in Yujin's reach and on Yujin's list, after all, when the dream is to be the Strongest Being in the world, love doesn't even register, yes?

“W-wait... what's this? I am... Eugene? The same guy from that Eroge!?”

Unable to remember faces at all, will the petty villain in the Eroge be able to keep his dream of being the strongest in the world?

“Eugene...”

Or will this Eroge bring his chastity under threat?

A Steamy Erotic Comedy of the Strongest Person like none other begins now!

The global human population descended into an apocalyptic world, where order collapsed and monsters roamed freely.

Only by constantly growing stronger could one survive.

Wang Chen obtained the Peak Ascension System, which instantly maxed out any skill he acquired. Thus, he began his path to invincibility!

This apocalyptic world is a living hell to you, but to me, it’s heaven!

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