by Broken_Bulb
I was a game designer. Now I'm a Witch. Witches are not what you think. They don't cast spells by candlelight and pray to the moon. They audit gods. They harvest planets for fuel. They settle academic disputes at gunpoint, and the loser writes her rebuttal from the afterlife. Their idea of mercy is turning your civilization into a battery instead of fertilizer. I love it here. The problem is, I'm the only one who showed up to this civilization with a corporate mindset. Everyone else is an immortal, overpowered genius who treats reality like a personal sandbox. They don't need structure. They don't need documentation. They've been running on pure arrogance and brute-force intelligence for two thousand years and it works. I am trying, very politely, to bring version control to a species that considers chaos a design philosophy. They think I'm a prodigy. They think I'm calculating. I'm just the one person in the room who reads the manual first. But here's the thing about these arrogant, violent, impossible women — if I ever fall, they will burn a galaxy to bring me home. And for the first time in two lifetimes, that means something. [ LitRPG | Magic Academy | Transmigration | Female Lead | No Harem ] ⭐ Rising Stars Top 30 · First arc complete at Chapter 60. 📈 Fully plotted. 1M+ words in draft. Daily updates.
