Pursuing the Demon King with a Confused System

A sharp-tongued, teary-eyed top-tier healer (support) × a Demon King who seems gentle but is unhinged inside

An Eastern fantasy setting

As soon as Hua Banyuan transmigrated into a book, the clueless System forced her, the original protagonist team’s top-tier support, to join the Demon King’s faction. Her ultimate mission was to help the Demon King unite the continent.

Hua Banyuan couldn’t help thinking: If the System wanted her dead, why not just say so?

In the original novel, the Demon King Wu Canghai loathed humans. Her methods of torture were unspeakable, and she showed humans no mercy. Hua Banyuan was a hybrid, half human and half demon. If half of her died, did that count as dead or alive?

Clueless: “Half-dead, wishing you were dead?”

Hua Banyuan: “I’d advise you not to misuse idioms!”

On Hua Banyuan’s first day in the Demon King’s city...

Wu Canghai’s red lips curled slightly. Her cool fingertips brushed Hua Banyuan’s lips as she said in a gentle voice, “If you dare run, I’ll break your legs and pull out your bones. Then you’ll know what happens when you disobey me.”

Hua Banyuan’s breath caught. She stared at Wu Canghai in a daze, her spine turning ice-cold.

Hua Banyuan: “Clueless, should we just self-destruct? The Demon King is terrifying.”

Clueless: “Maybe we should hang in there a little longer?”

But Hua Banyuan never imagined that when she first treated Wu Canghai’s old injury, the tips of her fingers merely brushing the skin over Wu Canghai’s collarbone would make that breathtakingly beautiful, snow-white face flush. Wu Canghai looked so fragile that Hua Banyuan could hardly connect her with the haughty, cold, and brutal Demon King in the book.

Wu Canghai leaned close and murmured in Hua Banyuan’s ear, “You’re my medicine. You belong to me alone...”

From then on, Hua Banyuan was always with Wu Canghai, who loved to tease her, kissing her ears, lightly biting her shoulders and fingers...

She said that only this could ease the pain of her old injury, even a little.

Later, Hua Banyuan still left the Demon King’s city. The day after she left, Wu Canghai went mad searching for her, as if she meant to turn half the continent upside down.

When she finally found her, Hua Banyuan burst into tears. “I gave you my magic core to heal your injury. What more do you want?”

Wu Canghai didn’t break her legs or pull out her bones. Instead, her eyes reddened too, and she protested in a wounded voice, “I didn’t.”

Into Wu Canghai’s cold, merciless life, filled with darkness and betrayal, came a little ray of sunshine: Hua Banyuan.

A hybrid who was always saying strange things, yet had extraordinary medical skills. The scent she carried intoxicated Wu Canghai. It was more effective than the pain-relieving potion.

Hua Banyuan was Wu Canghai’s medicine, a medicine that belonged to her alone. She could not leave the Demon King’s city, or Wu Canghai’s side.

That was what Wu Canghai always believed, ruled by a sudden, frenzied possessiveness, like a trapped beast sinking willingly into a mire.

“Of all the waters, none compare to the sea; of all the clouds, none compare to those over Mount Wu. Passing through the flowers, I barely glance back; half for cultivation, half for you.”, Yuan Zhen, “Five Poems of Separation,” No. 4

Moral: Seek life in desperate straits, persevere through adversity, and never stop striving