MTL - Under the Tutelage of the Golden Lion: The Beginning of the Overlord - Chapter 47

I created a game character.Instead of taking several perks, I added restrictions.▶Restriction (I): “Curse of Sensory Seal”─Permanently seals a chosen sense.─Choice: Sight, Taste, Smell▶Restriction (II): “Curse of Short Life”─You are born with a body doomed to a short life.▶Restriction (III): “Curse of Silence”─Speaking causes you pain.When the next day came, I couldn’t see anything.

In the year 2057, the world has become a corporate-run utopia for the super-rich, and a hellhole for all the rest. Catherine 'Cat' Leblanc is an orphan that is about as far from super-rich as one can be. When the Incursion alarms start blaring and the sky starts raining hungry xenos, it's just another blemish on an already piss-poor afternoon. A cyberpunk magical-girl alien-invasion LitRPG.It’s exactly as wild as it sounds.

“Sometimes, secrets we can’t fathom crawl through the shadows of London.”The protagonist finds herself trapped in a horror VR game that was set in 19th-century London, a city teeming with crime. She wakes up in the body of Jane Osmond, the assistant to the cynical and socially awkward genius detective, Liam Moore.Her goal is simple: reach the game’s ending and return safely to the real world. However, as she and Liam unravel the mysteries of their cases, the game’s features gradually disappear, and the world, which should be mere data, feels disturbingly real.“Who am I?”To make matters worse, her memories of her real-life self start to fade, plunging Jane into shock.Then, she realizes one more unsettling truth: the gray eyes of Liam Moore, who is supposed to be just an NPC, are always fixed solely on her.

(Isekai, Fantasy, Non-transmigration, Unconventional, Ensemble cast, Meticulously crafted setting, Multiple identities, Light novel, Succubus)I have many masks, and each has its own story.I am the unremarkable little artist of the Church of Dawn; the strongest apprentice in the gladiator arena; the killing machine in the eyes of goblins... The holy nun beneath the sunlight is me, and so is the old gentleman on the train... I have hurried through underground tunnels in escape, and I have left behind beautiful legends on the frontier...Beneath the mask, there is an even more beautiful mask; within the lie, there often lies a hidden truth...My name is Ogre. A child raised by ogre since birth. It's a pleasure to meet you.