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[Transmigration | 1v1 | Happy Ending | Sweet Pet | Bickering Rivals-to-Lovers] A Sharp-Tongued Little Sun × A Sarcastic Villainous Demon King
Note: No forced romance quests. The FL grows at her own pace — she's no dead weight. Slow-burn romance. If you want an OP steamroll from chapter one, this isn't for you.
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Fang Weizhao is having a very bad day.
She transmigrated into a novel and, within the first second, somehow killed a demonic serpent while nearly bleeding out. The system that's supposed to guide her? Glitching. She didn't catch a single quest. And before she can process any of it, she's free-falling from the sky — only to be caught by a stranger with a pleasant voice who promptly knocks her unconscious.
Something about this transmigration is definitely off.
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When a colossal beast lunges to tear her apart, Fang Weizhao forces herself to look at the one person who could intervene but won't. Xiao Ciyu. The villain she was never supposed to pick up.
Blood pours from her mouth. Her robes soak crimson. Her voice shakes — but her conviction doesn't.
She smiles. Lifts her left hand with the last of her strength. And flips him off.
"Go. To. Hell."
You bastard. Think you're so impressive? You think I wanted to transmigrate here? Like hell I came to save you. I don't want any of this.
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Xiao Ciyu had always believed no one would ever accept the ruins of his soul.
Then a single tear — trembling with worry, unmistakably for him — fell and struck him square in the heart.
And love, once nothing but vague, indecipherable strokes on a page, suddenly had a face.
Hers.
Professional power-leveler Mu Sichen was played. After falling for a scam, he finds himself transmigrated into a full-dive holographic game.
The game depicts a world post-catastrophe, a wasteland crawling with Eldritch abominations. These nameless Entities have carved the world into isolated towns where human survivors cling to a desperate existence. In this realm, the only way to survive is to offer one's faith to the monsters and discard one's sanity.
The System tells him: "Here, take this pickaxe. Work hard to build your own 'Ideal Town' and provide a sanctuary for the survivors of this world."
Mu Sichen swung his pickaxe, pulverized an Eldritch horror, and seized its territory. He then patted a survivor—who was barely clinging to human form—and offered some encouragement: "Dry your tears. Pick up the pieces of your brain, grab a tool, and let’s start working toward self-sufficiency!"
The tearful survivor took the tool and asked expectantly, "Aren't you going to lead us in building our home?"
Mu Sichen replied, "I’m just a power-leveler. You have to build your own 'Ideal Home' yourselves—I'm only responsible for seizing the land."
And so, Mu Sichen traversed the various towns with his pickaxe, conquering territories as he went. In a moment of accidental overachievement, he even made off with the master of a town, Qin Zhou—an Eldritch Entity himself.
Looking at Qin Zhou, who was clinging to him tightly, Mu Sichen was stunned. This "person" seemed... remarkably willing to be abducted.
Qin Zhou, the lone guardian of humanity, harbored a secret. He was on the brink of madness.
Every "Domain" user is destined to eventually devolve into an unspeakable monster. To delay the inevitable, Qin Zhou had grown increasingly frail and weary.
Until one day, a man wielding a pickaxe arrived at the Safe Zone, conquering everything in his path. Qin Zhou immediately threw himself into the man's arms and whispered: "Take me away. Fast."
The man gave Qin Zhou’s tentacles a squeeze. "I can take you with me, but could you loosen your suckers? I can’t breathe."
"Oh," Qin Zhou agreed—and then hugged him even tighter.
“How can an ordinary man defeat a genius handpicked by the heavens?”A murim/Wuxia-style inspired Eastern fantasy. Once every 50 years, peerless talents known as the "Star-Fated Prodigies”—emerge upon the world, bestowed with the power of stars that have fallen from the heavens. Their talent is so overwhelming that for better or for worse, the world is inevitably thrown into turmoil by their presence. During the era of a Star-Fated Prodigy's birth, Hyeong-un, a lowly errand boy at an inn, who was being persecuted by groups seeking these chosen ones, encounters an Eccentric master named Gwi-hyeok and becomes his disciple. Despite being born on the same day as a Star-Fated Prodigy, Hyeong-un possesses no talent whatsoever. Yet his master reveals one single method, one that could allow him to surpass even the chosen ones and that method is… "Money." "...huh?” As Hyeong-un’s eyes widen in disbelief, his master grins with unshakable confidence and says “Everything humanity has built is destined to be valued and traded through money. With wealth, we shall eclipse even the talents of the heavens.”
[A pure-love, unhinged killer (1) whose head is full of romance and movies × a soft-hearted, cool bodyguard (0) who’s always led by the nose by the former]
During a mission escorting political heiress Rong Wanqing overseas for her studies, bodyguard Jian Mai and assassin Yu Baijin find themselves irresistibly drawn to each other. Between sincerity and deception, they probe, test, and pull at one another—until their true identities are exposed. A single bullet shatters the fragile illusion called love. After a deadly confrontation and months of separation, Rong Wanqing’s disappearance binds their fates together once more.
The journey they embark on in search of the truth is a honeymoon where madness and romance intertwine; it is freedom and the edge of the world. No matter how many times it takes, I will survive—and then fall in love with you again.
Chen Shijin was known to everyone as a mute. He hadn’t uttered a word since he was three years old. As a result, countless people wildly bullied and mocked him throughout his life. Yet, he remained unmoved, his eyes filled with pity.
Until that day, when the skies poured red rain, and the gate of fate opened. Under the torrential rain, Chen Shijin, looking at his fiancé and cousin who were involved in an affair and cursing him, uttered his first words in 23 years. “Tr*sh. Promiscuous jerks.” Fiancé/Cousin: How dare you speak like that?! No, wait, how can you speak at all?! Before they could react, they both fell into the land of exile. And then, monsters roamed, in a world where the strong prey on the weak. The fiancé and cousin’s private parts indeed rotted away. While everyone feared this bizarre and dark world of death, Chen Shijin smiled joyously at the demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters. Foolish beings! I could speak at eight months! I greeted my ancestors at a year and a half! At two, I turned in a wanted criminal on TV with a single word. At three, my words predicted the eruption of Mount Little Sun! And that golden mountain decoration in my home that’s yet to be carved? Created by my very words! I remained silent for the sake of world peace! But now, in the land of exile. After holding back for 23 years!! Finally! I can openly challenge these demons and monsters! “Awesome!!” Demons and monsters: ??? Terrifying world: Shut up! Don’t come over here, aaaah!