"Librarian-turned-roadkill." They should have written that on my obituary; I was hit by a car after all. Although, I suppose I shouldn't really worry about that right now, seeing as I've been shoved inside the body of a baby. By the way I have a twin. He has purple hair. So do I and it's natural too. See where I'm going with this? [M] for cussing and sex (later)

No one really knows what happens after death. You could go to heaven; you could cease to exist. He got reincarnated into a manga. Doesn't help when it's centered around the underground. Add in the fact that he's directly related to the top dogs of the Yakuza? A whole shit ton of stress. It definitely doesn't help that he's neighbors with the great-uncle of the psycho male lead.

"Imagine being reincarnated into an anime, pfft, I'd be no match against the amount of shit those characters get dragged through. That could never be me." I would come to regret that remark after an unfortunate death. Karma is real, kids. Don't push your luck.

A reincarnated soul winds up in the past, born in feudal Japan to a clan that scorns his very existence, yet somehow relies heavily on his abilities. This tug and pull forces him on a journey that will ultimately decide whether or not he can live a normal life as a hermit like he desperately wishes to be. (My oc will be male, making this a bl novel.)

Being reborn in Ancient China was not what I thought would happen after being mugged, but I dealt with it. Being reborn in a place where cultivation is real is weird, but I dealt with it. But what I can't deal with is being reborn in a novel—too much work.