Synopsis:

Zachary "Zach" Walters is the ultimate nerd: 22 years old, perpetually unemployed, and perfectly content to spend his days locked in his room, devouring fantasy novels. Living off rent from a shop his late parents left him, Zach believes the world outside is overrated, especially when he has his trusty laptop and an endless supply of energy drinks.

But after spending weeks reading Chronicles of the Archmage: Arkanis Ascends, Zach hits his limit. The novel's ending was shit, the power of friendship nonsense pushes him into a full-blown rant. He tears into the author with an unhinged, scathing comment in the forums, mocking the novel, the villain's pathetic defeat, and even the author's "beady eyes" for writing something so cringe-worthy even saying he who isn't a author can write better.

"You think you're better than me as an author? Better than my protagonist? Let's see how you fare in my world." Suddenly such text appeared.

Before he can reply, Zach is yanked into the very fantasy universe he mocked,  Zach quickly realizes that fighting villains or becoming a hero is overrated. Instead, he decides to focus on the finer things in life: building a perverted waifus harem and indulging in every smutty fantasy he’s ever dreamed of.

But in a world of cunning regressors, overpowered plot armour characters, arch mages and scheming nobles, Zach's carefree antics might just land him in hot water or worse, dead. Can this trash-talking keyboard warrior survive his own delusions, or will he end up as another failed side character in someone else’s story?


Author’s Note:
This won’t be a pure smut novel for those expecting explicit scenes in every chapter. Yes, the first chapter contains smut, but after that, the main character will undergo a drastic transformation that sets him on a path of power and purpose. That doesn’t mean there won’t be sex, it simply means the story will strike a balance between plot and intimacy.

Zach stepped out of the cave, his taloned feet crunching against soil that felt softer than he remembered. A gust of wind rushed past, carrying the mixed scents of damp moss, wildflowers, and faint blood trails left by some unfortunate beast earlier that morning.


"Nature is truly beautiful." Zach sighed softly.


For two and a half months, he had only felt the stale air of stone corridors, the heartbeat of the dungeon, and the warmth of mana flowing through his veins. Now, with the forest before him, his senses sharpened in a way that almost made him lightheaded.


He inhaled deeply, chest expanding, the breeze slapping against his crimson-scaled skin making him have such a nostalgic look remembering how he first landed in this world and his recklessness that made him be a dungeon core.


Chapter 49 - Chapter 49: First Hunt