Synopsis
I got killed off by angry fans for abandoning my story, and I came back as a tiny Ice Dragon King. Loaded with broken powers, I was finally living the dream—stuffing my face and doing absolutely nothing all day. Then some shady Sword Saint showed up out of nowhere. He booted me across the room and somehow conned me into putting on this weird collar.
"H-hey, hold on, what the hell is that thing?!"
"…A plaything."
"Oh come on—you're seriously some kind of sick lo*icon pervert…!"
