The Lamp That No Longer Shines: A LitRPG Action Comedy
F9/100Web serial by Broken_Bulb
I was a game designer. Now I'm a Witch. Witches don't cast spells by candlelight and pray to the moon — they audit gods and harvest planets for fuel. They settle academic disputes at gunpoint, and the loser writes her rebuttal from the afterlife. Their idea of mercy is turning your civilization into a battery instead of fertilizer. The problem is, I'm the only one who arrived at this civilization with a corporate mindset. Everyone else is an immortal, overpowered genius who treats reality like a personal sandbox. Nobody here has needed documentation — or anyone like me — in two thousand years. I am trying, very politely, to bring version control to a species that considers chaos a design philosophy. But here's the thing about these arrogant, violent, impossible women: if I ever fall, they will burn a galaxy to bring me home. And for the first time in two lifetimes, that means something.