I transmigrated into a book, becoming a disposable extra who wouldn’t survive past three episodes. To stay alive, I decisively kept my distance from the male and female leads and settled into a quiet life at the foot of the mountain.
Then I found a sickly, beautiful young man who was even clingier than a cat and even better at acting cute than I was. He’d lost his memory, and his gaze was so meek and soft that my heart melted. I raised him like a little brother. He was afraid of the dark, so I lit a lamp that would burn through the night for him. He was frail, so I searched everywhere for miraculous herbs. When he was bullied, I was the first to stand up for him.
I thought I’d spend the rest of my life raising my sweet little brother in peace.
Then came the day of the immortal sect’s grand selection. As he protected me, demonic energy surged behind him and a blood-red lotus bloomed between his brows. I realized in horror that the pitiful little boy I’d raised for three years was none other than the future Demon Lord who would slaughter the Three Realms and grind my bones to dust!
Everyone told me to kill him and uphold the Heavenly Way. But when I saw his red eyes and the way he tugged at my clothes, softly asking, just like he had all those years ago, “Sister, are you abandoning me?” how could I bring myself to do it?
To hell with the plot! To hell with righteousness! He’s the boy I raised. Even if I have to stand against the Three Realms, I’ll protect him to the end!
