Korean Showbiz: The Thousand-Year-Old Monster Is Forced to Build a Harem

My name is Wen Juan. I’m 2,300 years old, immortal, and invincible. My only problem? Girl groups are so gorgeous they’re interfering with my retirement. I set some rules for myself: no taking sides, no making enemies, no getting involved, and no falling in love. But someone always comes along to make me break them. A conglomerate targets Girls’ Generation? I make their stock hit the limit-down. An official leans on T-ara? I dig up even the money their ancestors took. Those old foxes don’t add up to a fraction of me. Helping one is trouble. Helping a whole group is a lot more trouble. But after more than two thousand years, I still can’t stand seeing them cry backstage. After I help them, one by one, they cling to me: Who are you, really? Why don’t you ever age? Could you… make me immortal, too? Me: Fine, I can’t hide it anymore. I’ll take them all, all 183 of them, not a single one left out. I was planning to share immortality with them anyway. The conglomerates investigate me: no such person exists. The girl groups surround me: there’s no escaping now. The old monsters sigh: This generation of showbiz is so hard to manage. You want something thrilling? An ancient relic who’s 2,300 years old is forced to dote on 183 women until the end of time. Isn’t that thrilling enough? This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.