After Becoming a Fantasy Species

1. Xu Xinyan strained to push open the crack in her eggshell. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw that she’d become a fluffy white ball. On the barren land nearby, a little black cloud swallowed a huge black rat that had run up squeaking, right before her eyes. Then it happily spat out a white bone.

Xu Xinyan: “...”

Xu Xinyan stared at the black cloud gleefully spitting out bones. Her fur was practically standing on end. She opened her mouth, showed her tiny fangs, and tried her best to look fierce as she hissed at it.

2. The White Tiger clan, a mythical species, were born fierce and powerful. Their sharp claws and fangs could rip open the sky, and their roars, unleashed with wings spread wide, could shatter mountains and rivers. Then these mighty White Tigers saw a tiny white fluffball, still a cub, roaring furiously at them: “Awooo, awooo!”

Where did this cub come from???

3. Xu Xinyan was born in the Federation’s place of exile, where there was no sunlight, only eternal night.

A little black cloud was her only companion growing up. It could turn into a black rag doll wearing a hood, and keep her company as they chatted, ate, and slept together.

Then, when Xu Xinyan was five, a tall man in a white-and-gold military uniform appeared in the place of exile. His luxurious clothes looked utterly out of place in such a desolate ruin.

The seemingly aloof man stopped the little Xu Xinyan and told her he was her father.

The rag doll on Xu Xinyan’s shoulder instantly extended a mass of black mist, encircling her protectively. She looked up at the man, who had the same silver eyes as her, tilted her head, and slowly asked, “Why are you my dad?”

Lius said, looking down at her, “Because I laid your egg, and then I hatched you.”

Xu Xinyan stared blankly. “Oh...”

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#Cover art courtesy of the lovely Qiutian de Nuan Yang

Upcoming Book 1: "Transmigrated as the Sickly White Moonlight of the Male Lead in an Apocalypse Novel"

Before the apocalypse arrived, Jiang Yi finally realized she’d transmigrated into a novel as the sickly white moonlight of the male lead. She was so weak she’d be panting every three steps and coughing every five, practically coughing up blood at the slightest breeze. Frail and pitiful.

In the novel, after the apocalypse arrived, the male lead went looking for his beloved, only to find that she had already become a rotting zombie.

Terrified by that plot, Jiang Yi hurried to find the male lead. As she watched him blush in front of her, she suddenly realized they could take things a step further. She asked softly, “I like you. Would you go out with me?”

From now on, Male Lead, we have to stay together at all times!

Upcoming Book 2: "Even as a Dragon Hatchling, Must I Fight for the Throne?"

“You will be the only hatchling born to the powerful dragon race in a hundred years. Golden Dragons are holy and mighty, and it’s extremely difficult for them to have offspring, so the rare hatchlings are cherished by their clan. Protecting their young is instinctive to them, and you’ll begin a story of being loved and spoiled by everyone.”

After dying, Xie Heluo bound herself to a damaged System for a pampered-protagonist novel and arrived in the interstellar world as a precious hatchling.

But a few years later, the System, which had fallen asleep after being damaged, finally reappeared. On the frozen tundra, Xie Heluo was still a toddler, digging for potatoes. She lowered her head and breathed “ha” onto her tiny, frostbitten, scale-covered hands. After warming them with black flames, she showed her little fangs and said with a cold laugh, “A precious hatchling? A story where everyone spoils me?”

“...” The System crackled with static. A moment later, after checking all its data, it began making a faulty-sounding “click-clack” noise and spoke in a mechanical, emotionless voice: “The investigation is complete... One data error has been found... During transportation, the Host changed from a Golden Dragon hatchling to a hatchling of the Black Dragon royal family...”

Like the Golden Dragons, the Black Dragons were an interstellar species at the very top of the cosmic hierarchy. But unlike the Golden Dragons, who were holy and tolerant, the Black Dragons were savage and violent, with powerful and ruthless mental strength. They were also lustful, bloodthirsty, greedy, and extravagant. They didn’t lack hatchlings, and even championed the survival of the fittest.

“Um...” The System finally finished glitching and cautiously suggested, “How about you try the succession-struggle story first, before we start the everyone-spoils-you story? You could become the Black Dragon clan’s ruler first.”

Xie Heluo: “...”

Oh, so I’m being forced into a pampered-protagonist story, huh?

Theme: No matter when or where, I’ll always be here.