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I am the Grim Reaper, an intelligent NPC. After accidentally saving someone, the main brain gave me a disguise and sent me to work overtime.

I don't want to go out, I don't want to work, I don't want to give up my peaceful life. Perhaps my prayers were too sincere, and the main brain's transfer progress...

Suddenly exploded.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the real world.

In the game.

I am the Grim Reaper.

I am the young holy son in the Church of the Lord of Radiance, who sacrificed himself for everyone.

I am the hated evil charming villain and traitor in the Church of the Lord of Darkness.

The Paladin Captain swore his life to me, his azure eyes only reflecting my image;

The Lord of Radiance entered my dreams nightly, his golden hair softly brushing my ear;

The God of Darkness tempted me to become an accomplice, pulling my hand towards my chest.

Fanfiction is flying on the player forums every day. Here, someone loves the holy son for being a doormat. There, someone swallows their saliva at the villain's face. Finally, they travel thousands of miles to my divine kingdom. I was prepared to face an army, but instead, I was met with players' frantic photos and slobber.

This is nothing. But when I came to reality, I unexpectedly saw those familiar faces. I let out a "Huh?"

The Paladin Captain, now a CEO, invited me to live in his villa;

The holy son of the Nature Goddess became a writer with millions of fans because of me, claiming I was his male protagonist;

The God of Darkness openly whistled at me on stage.

I slowly looked at the aloof and awkward doctor beside me, who was asking if I wanted to go to the hospital for a check-up. He looked exactly like the Lord of Radiance who called me incessantly every day.

The button in the upper right corner of the progress bar was flashing. Main brain, something big has happened.

As an intelligent NPC, I seem to have a game exit button, and I have a lot of pursuers both inside and outside the game.

Trigger Warnings: If nothing unexpected happens, it will be an NP (Harem) story. Characters will reveal their true identities because I want to see their lifelong emotions played with. First-person perspective, willful, various cliché jokes, 5G surfing. The core is not wanting to work and the male lead being the number one slacker.

I write as I please, and you read as you please. I hope you who read this don't have to work overtime today! Don't curse me if you don't like it! I know paying customers are patrons, and you have the right to comment, but I'm a worker writing code. I just graduated from kindergarten and only learned to use my paws to type this year. I work at a cafe every day to earn money for cat food, and my fur is all gone. Please be lenient with me!

Transported into a Western fantasy world undergoing mutations, Mason finds himself as the cursed and bedridden descendant of a noble family. Determined to survive, Mason discovers that as long as he influences the world, he can create alternate personas (a.k.a. "vests") to save himself.

"A curse and a blessing."

Through blood and fire, a red-haired swordsman descends on a dragon to defend the people.

Amid the jingling of coins, a cunning black-robed merchant walks the streets, trading secrets.

Where his domain spreads, corruption dissipates, and a silver-haired priest is crowned by a multitude of devoted followers.

In the darkest of nights, a wandering child sings songs to guide lost souls home.

But… truth be told, they're all Mason in disguise!

While playing out the role of a tragic yet brilliant antihero, Mason struggles to clear up rumors:

"What? Someone heard crying souls in the dead of night? We're ethical merchants, I swear!"

"A bloodthirsty swordsman laughing maniacally? Ridiculous slander!"

"A priest hiding a monster within? A ghostly little girl? Lies! All lies!"

Life is full of challenges, and one of his personas has even gone bankrupt! Yet Mason remains determined to stay cool and stylish, no matter how cursed or villainous his disguises might seem. After all, someone as righteous as him could never truly be a villain… right?

Unknowingly, Mason's various personas grow into legendary figures, heroes born from the World Tree itself. Traversing thorny paths and wielding the torch of hope, they bow to no fate. The world, in awe, calls them:

"Heroes."

Tags: Transmigration, Western Fantasy, Growth, Persona-Driven Plot