Survive! Gwanggong!

I transmigrated into a BL game created by my junior.

Same name, completely different people—there was no common ground between Gwanggong “Gwak Seon-woo” and the ordinary, everyday “Gwak Seon-woo.”

A house so devoid of life that it seemed untouched by human existence, an all-black interior, a fridge stocked with nothing but Evian and whiskey.

“Ah! That’s cold!”

< Inappropriate speech for a Gwanggong detected. Gwanggong Score -9. >

Showering under a sunflower showerhead with no control over water temperature.

Desperately craving hot chocolate but limited to espresso and black coffee.

Unable to eat his all-time favorite Dakhanmari, or even a basic franchise sandwich.

Fighting tooth and nail to keep a meal from being canceled by the system at random.

“Can’t I just… have one decent meal?”

< Gwanggong does not obsess over food. Gwanggong Score -2. >

< Current Gwanggong Score: 49. >

< Warning: Status Effect [Insomnia] activated due to Gwanggong Score dropping below 50. Raise your Gwanggong Score to resolve this issue. >

In this brutal world, the only person capable of making a Gwanggong live like an actual human being… is the main uke.

…Or so the system claims.

But there is no way in hell Seon-woo is letting things get weird.

The unexplainable affection toward the main uke.

The uncontrollable rage that boils over at the sight of a second gong.

he forced emotions shoved down his throat by the system.

Seon-woo does his best to ignore it all as he focuses on picking the right choices.

▶ “Shut up!”

▶ “Get lost!”

▶ “Bullshit!”

…If only he actually had a choice.