[Reading note: This is not an invincible-protagonist story. The protagonist gets by on his undying body and his brains. The heroine is a harem of virgins, and there are no ambiguous relationships. Expect delicate romance and plenty of dramatic love-rival showdowns.]
My name is Lin An, and I transmigrated into a world where Korean dramas had all merged together.
No System, no cheats. My only golden finger is this: I can't die.
That's right, nothing can kill me. A knife wound heals in ten minutes, and bullets squeeze themselves back out of my body.
But I still feel pain. A whole lot of it.
Thanks to this constitution, I met seven women.
The first was a yandere witch who treated me like her “private property.” She planted a psychic mark on me, and anyone who dared touch me would have their entire family wiped out. Every night, she'd stroke my face as I slept and say in a voice that made my scalp tingle, “You really can't die. That means I can keep you for a long, long time.”
The second was a policewoman who treated me as an informant. I took a knife for her, and the wound healed right before her eyes. She kept watch over me all night. At dawn, I pretended to be asleep and heard her whisper, “Just who are you...?” Then her fingers gently brushed the wound I'd healed. She'd fallen for me. I knew it. But I didn't dare respond: I still had the first woman's mark on me.
Then there was an exorcist who charged a fortune, a superpowered girl who crushed a barcode scanner in her hand, a female assassin whose cover I accidentally blew, a manga artist who drew a character that looked exactly like me, and a part-time girl at a fried chicken shop who'd been able to see ghosts since childhood.
Then one day, the witch pinned me against the wall and asked with a smile, “Darling, are you collecting all these women to build yourself an army of wives?”
I said no.
She didn't believe me.
My life is so hard.
