Traversing to become a famous Japanese magician, the heir of the Aozaki family, with outstanding talent.

The future is almost certain.

However, Aozaki Orange, who was a traveler, was not happy. Because the world is too dangerous.

True Ancestor Dead Disciple, the Earth of Steel, Burned by Humanity.

Either way is extremely dangerous.

Anyway…set a small goal first.

Let’s become the strongest in the world for now, and then protect the human principle to survive!

Reborn into an excessively derivative Tokyo urban supernatural game, Natsuba Hanae gradually realizes she’s the second daughter of the Natsuba conglomerate from the original story. She’s that character: stunningly beautiful, utterly useless in combat, the ultimate flower vase. And a sacrificial lamb, destined to marry a fifty-year-old geezer upon reaching adulthood!

To save herself, Natsuba Hanae rises up in defiance, embracing her villainous side, and laying down schemes from a young age.

However, the limitations of having no supernatural abilities are too great. Just when she feels overwhelmed and powerless…

A cheat she created for this very game in her past life appears in her mind.

Natsuba Hanae: “Yessss!!”

[Thousand Faces Simulator Activated]

[You can now role-play as yokai, gods, and more]

[You have drawn the A-rank role-playing template – Ubume!]

[Upon meeting certain conditions, Ubume will evolve into the S-rank template Nine-Headed Bird!]

[Condition 1: Become the mother of one hundred girls]

Natsuba Hanae: “…”

How am I supposed to do that? Give birth to them?

“My name is Luo Ling.”

“I’m just an ordinary high school student.”

“I always thought so, until one day… I got sick.”

“After getting sick, the world seemed to become a little different…”

The girl muttered to herself, standing before a grotesque being that was only half there. In her hand, she held the other half of the grotesque being, slowly bringing it to her mouth.

Grotesque beings disguised as humans are running rampant, flesh-eating demons cry out in anguish, and a mournful songstress chants softly, awakening something dormant in the void.

“No one can escape this.”

“No… one.”