I, Li Muchen, was playing a game called Record of Immortal Cultivation when I accidentally stayed up all night and died. When I came to, I had transmigrated into the game.
I went from being a grown man to one of the few female characters in the game’s sect. And somehow, I’d become the heroine: a poor girl with a delicate body, a weak constitution, and the ridiculously clichéd talent of a naturally seductive furnace body with an unmatched bewitching constitution.
I transmigrated into the first day after her bewitching constitution awakened, and got to experience firsthand what it meant to be watched by everyone, from the Daoist Venerable down to the ordinary disciples. Nearly every one of them looked at me through a lecherous lens. The heat buried in their eyes seemed ready to burst out of control at any second.
As a devoted fan of the game, I know exactly where the story goes from here. Even if I pull out every trick I have, none of the known endings are acceptable to me.
The only way out, the only option with any chance of success, is to escape the sect and reach the world beyond the story.
But how can I hold on to my principles while the plot unfolds? How can I avoid the forced bad-ending scenes? What should I do if the Daoist Venerable himself shows up? And how am I supposed to survive in this bizarre cultivation world?
Come on. . If you work hard, you might have a chance.