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Life was sad for Protagonist-kun.
Barely able to stomach the struggles of daily life as a wagecuck with no meaningful relationships, he dedicates most of his free time to his tabletop war gaming hobby. Battletech, Warhammer, even historical war re-enactments were the only things to bring him joy. One day, as he is painting his miniatures and watching hentai, he passes out because he forgot to open the vents in his studio apartment while spraying primer and wakes up in a fantasy pre-industrial revolution society with magic and shit. Also every woman is a fucking supermodel with various breast sizes for some reason.
Realizing his situation, Protagonist-kun considers his options: should he become a heroic mercenary and bring peace and prosperity to this Tolkien ripoff of a world?
FUCK THAT.
He’ll just conquer it all for himself.
His only power is a pocket universe that allows him to spawn infinite raw materials, but with a mind as degenerate as his, he’ll find a way to shape this world to his own design while building) a harem that will satisfy his (somewhat disturbing desires.
TLDR: /tg/ incel gets transported to basically Queen’s Blade without the tournament BS and tries to make himself into the anime equivalent of Karl Franz+The God Emperor of Mankind + Genghis Khan.
