When Zhou Xuan woke up, he was on a subway train invaded by an SSS-rank supernatural bride.
With nowhere to run and no way to fight back, he did whatever it took to survive: he wrote with his own blood, gouged out his heart as a betrothal gift, and swore an ancient Taoist marriage vow to wed the ghost bride.
My name is Zhou Xuan. By the time you read this, I’ll be on the verge of madness…
After his work was rejected again and again and his mind had reached its breaking point, Zhou Xuan transmigrated into the novel he had written and became its protagonist.
He had planned to use his foreknowledge to reap all kinds of benefits and live it up in this world, where eating beef was forbidden.
But after absorbing his memories, Zhou Xuan realized to his horror that this world wasn’t based on the latest draft, the wish-fulfillment novel he’d intended.
Instead, it combined dozens of drafts he had revised and stitched together elements from Cthulhu Mythos, Daoist horror, the Red Moon, giallo, Dark Tales, Junji Ito, and more, turning into a chaotic mashup that had gone completely off the rails…
He thought of the childhood friend in the first draft, with a beauty mark beneath her left eye and a Tomie-like nature; the pink-haired, pink-eyed love interest in the seventh draft, who replaced the Tomie character and was modeled after Yuno Gasai; and the rental house in the ninth version, which had a Kayako-like presence…
He imagined the bizarre, blood-soaked harem showdown when all those crazed, possessive, yandere bombshells finally met…
Then he thought of the world he had created, a stitched-together monster of a setting where supernatural phenomena ran rampant, horror legends abounded, madness reigned, giallo killers lurked, and Cthulhu horrors emerged…
The smile on Zhou Xuan’s face was gradually replaced by a manic grin.
Heh, hahahaha. There’s nothing left to be afraid of…