Slaying Gods: They All Go Crazy After I Become Everyone's Dream Girl

Su Bai, male, 173 cm tall, with long silver-white hair and a face so beautiful it was almost excessive. He transmigrated. Other people transmigrated into worlds of blades and bloodshed. He transmigrated by falling face-first into a hot spring, swallowing a mouthful of sulfur water. When he looked up, Michael was on his left and Lucifer on his right. One bathed him in golden light, the other chilled him with an icy aura. They stared at him like he was a freshly baked flatbread. Su Bai: “...Just passing through.” Michael seized his left wrist. Lucifer seized his right. “Then you needn’t leave.” Su Bai looked down at his soaked white robe and bare feet, then at the scorching golden angel on his left and the icy fallen angel on his right. He sniffled. “...Could I stand up first? The water’s a little hot, and my legs have gone numb.” From then on, he lived off meals prepared in turn by the seraph and the fallen angel. Michael roasted seaweed, Lucifer picked berries, and Su Bai sat between them and ate. One side was scorching, the other freezing. He was practically a human thermos. He thought that was all there was to it. Until Michael went to mend a rift in the world, and Lucifer seized the chance to bundle him up, pillow and all, and take him to his own palace in the abyss. The doors were locked, and he wasn’t allowed out. Su Bai squatted there for seven days, licking the ever-burning lamps to stay alive and writing a whole stack of “Residential Experience Feedback Reports.” Then, in the brief gap between their shifts, he conspired with the System for three seconds. “Teleport me out.” “Sure thing, sweetheart.” All leads are the protagonist.