Transmigrating into the novel she wrote out of nowhere, Nan Yuan can only groan in misery.
What do you mean her writing is terrible? What do you mean her game was so half-hearted that people complained?
A world linked to another, monsters just like those from another realm... What exactly lies in the abyss???
A vampire duke, a knight commander, a werewolf...
People keep coming for you, becoming blades in your hands.
“I think living together would be pretty nice,” Nan Yuan said innocently, looking at the people before her.
“Little Yuan, no way! Hurry up and tell us who you’re sleeping with tonight,” Roya said, hugging Nan Yuan and burying her face against her chest.
“Wah, I’m going to suffocate, Sister Roya~”
