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Forced Transmigration: Not This World!

Transmigrating into the last game he played before his death, Kenj or Ace, as he is known now, got stuck in the latest, most popular Otome Game. Cursing his luck, he began to notice that this cute little game is not as he thought it was. *Not my cover art.

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Healing

[Calculating …]

[Congratulations, Skill: Sharpshooter has upgraded to Level Thirty. This is your highest level yet. Good job.] 

"I am not done. Yet." Ace mumbled, shooting at the remaining creatures running to them, finally falling to the ground, breathing in and out heavily. "Ah! I am tired!"

"Are you ok?" Ina ran to Ace smiling at the boy while the bloodied blade rested against his shoulder, little trickles of blood running down the blade to his uniform and the ground. 

The entire place was painted red, as the two looked up at the souls floating up to the skies while the light continued to surround them, helping Ace regain his strength as well.

"I am fine." Ace said, swinging his sore arm. "I didn't know that throwing arrows would hurt this bad."