GB: The Evil Ghost Boss's Quick Transmigration Love Story

GB quick transmigration / mostly immersive worlds / female lead tops and never bottoms / male lead split into fragments / both leads are sexually inexperienced

When I was thrown into the underworld, they told me I was an evil ghost.

I believed them. After thirty thousand years, I’d even forgotten who I was.

Then a System came along and sent me to three thousand worlds to help someone survive his tribulations.

Fine. It’d be a way to pass the time.

In the first life, I was a tyrant empress and he was a cool, aloof regent. I held him by the waist as he panted into my ear.

In the eleventh life, I pressed a gun to his forehead while gunfire thundered below. His eyes glinted as he said, “Marshal, are you trying to promote me or get me killed?” I smiled. “Come with me and live.”

In the fifteenth life, I was a dragon and he was an elven prince. Black mist churned in the rift. Coughing blood, he said, “Our contract said we’d live and die together.” I replied, “You’re not going to die alone. Not a chance.”

In the twenty-sixth life, I was a mutated jellyfish and he was a cold, distant researcher. Through the glass of the tank, he looked at me as though I were his whole world.

Thirty worlds, thirty different faces, and not one of them remembered who I was.

Yet in every life, he willingly offered his neck to my mouth.

When the thirtieth life ended, all the memories exploded in my mind

I was a God of War from the Celestial Realm.

He had been banished to the mortal world to take my punishment for me.

Those thirty worlds had been his way of shielding me from thirty lightning tribulations.

His merits were complete, and it was time for him to return to the Celestial Realm.

“Sister,” he said, eyes red and voice trembling, “will I... never see you again?”

I gripped his chin and smiled.

“What are you in such a hurry for?”

“Back then, when those people came after me, your father protected me. Now they’re after you, so I’m going to ask them, ”

“The people who dare touch someone of mine, do they really think they’re worthy?”