The God Who Fell and the Moon-Taming Plan

Devoted, scheming, deranged, and possessive male lead x gentle, patient little moon | One-on-one, both physically and emotionally pure | An Qin opened a horror game and was dragged into Tangli Ghost School.

The silver-haired school doctor adjusted his glasses. "Take off your clothes. I need to examine you."

She fled to a desolate village, where an evil god's statue opened its eyes. "Bride of a ghost marriage, climb up here yourself."

She hid in an ancient castle, where a vampire prince bit her neck. "Blood slave, your blood is sweeter than moonlight."

She ran into the Republican era, where a young warlord commander pressed a gun to her chin. "I brought you here, so you belong to me."

The boss in every instance had the same face: silver hair, red eyes, obsessive and deranged, looking at her like a meal laid out on a plate.

"Why run? You bear my mark."

"Be good."

"Baby, cry louder."

With red-rimmed eyes and her lip between her teeth, An Qin gritted her way through every level.

Only after all his fragments fused did the silver-haired god lock her on the eternal throne. "Qinqin, had enough fun? It's time to come home."

Only then did she realize: the entire horror game was a cage he had built just for her.

The fallen god and the tamed moon both pointed to the same person.