Once upon a time… I wrote a tragic masterpiece.
Blood? Everywhere.
Tears? Flowing like someone left the faucet of sorrow on.
The readers wept. I wept.
Even my keyboard developed depression.
It was a beautiful disaster—until I submitted it for a contract.
Webnovel squinted, patted my head, and gently whispered:
"Honey… where's the money?"
And just like that, my poetic soul was slapped into reality with the force of a rebirth truck.
So I did what any mature, emotionally stable author would do:
I had an existential crisis, cursed my reflection, and ate instant noodles for three straight days.
But then…
I realized something.
If the world wanted money, I'd give them chaos.
If the readers wanted joy, I'd give them comedy.
If Webnovel wanted contracts?
Oh, they're gonna need three just to contain this one.
So here we are, dear reader. Welcome to the beginning of something…
absolutely ridiculous.
A story about a guy who saved someone…
…and then got killed by that very person.
(Yes. Karma drives a Formula One car.)
But did he die like a hero?
Nope.
He died like an unpaid intern: confused, underappreciated, and slightly annoyed.
And now he's been reborn into a noble house—complete with expectations, dramatic relatives, unrequested titles, and—oh yeah—
four noble girls betrothed to him by ancestral contract law that absolutely no one remembers signing.
But wait. There's more.
He has a system.
Kind of.
Maybe.
It's there… until it decides not to be.
Like my motivation.
And then there's his inner voice.
No wise old sage. No ancient dragon.
Just… his modern Earth brain still running commentary inside his fantasy skull.
Think sarcasm. Think chaos. Think:
"Did I just flirt with the sword princess or ask her to kill me? Honestly, at this point I'm not sure."
This isn't your average harem.
This is a survival comedy wrapped in noble drama, seasoned with romantic chaos, topped off with monsters, mayhem, and marriage contracts that legally bind him to confusion.
So, dear reader...
Buckle in.
Suspend disbelief.
And always, always question why the sentient bathtub has better character development than the baron.
Welcome to:
""Yes, I Got Reborn. No, I Don't Want a Harem. Stop Staring at Me."