Luna had been lying on her stomach for two hours. Her arms were getting numb, and her phone was hot enough to fry an egg. But did she care? No. Because she had just discovered a masterpiece—or perhaps, a disasterpiece.
The title read:
"I Was Reincarnated as the Dungeon Core's Sexy Left Sock!"
She squinted. "What the hell does that even mean?"
It didn't matter. She clicked. Of course she clicked.
"In my previous life, I was an elite assassin. But fate had other plans. Now, I am fabric. Sentient fabric. And my only goal is to seduce the Demon King's foot."
Luna dropped her phone on her face.
"Why. Why does this exist."
She burst into laughter. The kind that hurt her stomach and made Carl the spider twitch nervously in his web. Her nose wrinkled as she wheezed into her pillow.
"I'm losing brain cells… but I can't stop."
She kept reading.
Chapter after chapter. Each one worse than the last. Every page dripping with clichés, unedited paragraphs, and characters with names like "Darkneth Bloodfang" and "Millynaria the Third, Queen of the Eighth Flame."
Every male character was cold and brooding. Every female character was introduced with a chest description. And the plot? It was like someone threw every fantasy trope into a blender and hit max speed.
"She tripped into his arms, and he caught her with one hand, the other holding a bloodied greatsword made of frozen time."
"What does that even mean!?" Luna screeched, holding her phone like it offended her entire bloodline.
But she kept going.
By 11PM, she had entered a state of delirium. A strange high only possible through pure literary nonsense.
She'd started taking notes. Not good ones. Just a messy list in her Notes app:
Over 7 wives by chapter 10???
MC hasn't blinked since ch3
The system talks in emojis??
Cultivation levels: Baby, Teen, Edgelord, Celestial, Ultra God X
She cackled.
This was art.
Unholy, ridiculous, no-editor-in-sight art.
At midnight, she hit the comment section.
TrashConnoisseur69: Bro this novel changed my life. I haven't seen sunlight in 3 days.
HolySword69: Why does he gain a new power every time he sneezes???
OPMClover: Because it's peak fiction. You just don't get it.
AuthorReply: Next arc: He becomes a spaceship with his girls. Stay tuned!
Luna choked on her chips.
She knew she should stop.
But it was too late.
At 2AM, she was wrapped in two blankets like a burrito, her glasses slightly tilted, hair a mess, and eyes wide open.
"I never asked to become the God of Toilets. But fate flushed me down anyway."
She laughed like a villain.
"I love it. I hate it. I love that I hate it."
She was halfway through volume two.
No one could save her now.
Her phone buzzed. A text from Mira.
Mira: "Luna r u awake lol?"
Luna: "I just read a scene where the MC married a dragon who used to be his sword."
Mira: "ok bye, going back to sleep"
She tossed the phone aside and stared at the ceiling.
There was no turning back.
This wasn't a joke anymore. This was a saga.
She had discovered a series called:
"I Got Reincarnated Into a Thousand Clones of Myself and We All Have a System and One Wife Each"
It had 780 chapters.
She bookmarked it immediately.
By 3AM, she wasn't just reading. She was studying. Analyzing. Memorizing absurd power structures.
Cultivation Rank 1: Toe Spirit Rank 2: Farting Demon Rank 3: Flying Ultra Chad
It was like someone dared the author to write the dumbest thing possible—and then they won a million views.
She stared at the screen in silence.
"…Maybe I'm the problem."
But even with the ridiculousness, Luna felt something she couldn't explain.
Not inspiration. Not admiration. Not even irony.
Just… curiosity.
How were these stories so bad yet so addictive?
She wasn't sure.
But she was going to find out.
Even if it killed her.
Or at least, gave her permanent brain damage.