The Whole City Is Hunting Me: Don't Love Me and You Die

This is a world where you die if you don't fall in love.

The true-love crowd, the tragic-romance crowd, the love-triangle crowd, the narcissists: everyone treats me like a power bank.

The speed-dating profiteers want to sell me for a high price.

Rich older women from the hunting crowd want to use money to keep me as a pet.

The Bureau and the temples are watching me, eager to recruit me.

Unorthodox cultivators want to extract my essence while I'm still alive.

And some people want to kill my whole family.

The entire city is hunting me. In their eyes, I'm Tang Monk's flesh, a delicacy that can give them two hundred more years of life and keep them young forever.

But they don't know that I'm no little lamb.

I'm a tiger.

Whoever captures me, I devour.

The first person to hold a knife to my throat had their Speed Linker explode.

The first person to block my way was sucked dry by me until nothing but powder remained.

As for my brother, his death was suspicious. I'll settle that score sooner or later!

The only thing that worries me is this: what kind of respectable goddess could have created a messed-up world like this?