Sunny, utterly oblivious, straight-laced uke × gloomy, tentacled, jealous, split-into-many-parts seme
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Rong Jing accidentally became bound to a dungeon System, and promptly turned himself in to the government.
From the day he brought dungeon items into the real world, it was as if China had installed a cheat patch overnight. A spacecraft equipped with antigravity made a discreet debut at an air show; the first patient with Alzheimer's was cured, with each box of medication costing only fifty yuan; deep in the desert, an impossible oasis sprang up from the ground, lush with life.
The other countries were horrified to discover that the world had changed.
Someone in the know wiped away tears and said Rong Jing must have had a hard time in the dungeons, but they had no idea...
In the post-apocalyptic wasteland dungeon, thorny vines and tentacles surged up from underground, wrapping him tightly. "Nutrients, nutrients!"
In the interstellar dungeon, a mechanical arm wreathed in dark, flowing light silently wound around his waist. "Running off again?"
In the insectoid dungeon, a glossy black insect tail gently brushed his fingertips, its tip trembling with a courtship signal.
In the cultivation dungeon, a white mist spirit slipped into his room, solidified into a physical form, and slept beside him.
In the deep sea of the merfolk, soft, pliant octopus tentacles crept up from his feet, winding tighter inch by inch...
The leaders and medical staff at the Chinese base saw the young man growing thinner by the day. Their hearts ached for him, and they were sure he must have suffered terribly.
Rong Jing gave an awkward smile. I really have had a hard time.
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Every country was trying to find out who Rong Jing was. Meanwhile, Rong Jing was sitting at home, deep in thought, wondering if it was just his imagination, or if there was something off about the plants in his house.
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No real-life inspirations. A pure fantasy born of personal kinks.
A sweet and satisfying quick transmigration story. The main focus is the uke falling in love with his split selves. As the blurb says, the flying tentacle monster will crawl around him ominously in all sorts of forms.
Theme: Press on through adversity
