Is This Going to Be the Death of Me?!

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Pure-hearted widower demon king seme x optimistic, fragile, unlucky uke

1.

[Please top up your account in time, Host.]

Zhou Lidu: ?

After slipping and falling, Zhou Lidu transmigrated into the cultivation script he'd written himself. The plot had gone off the rails, and even getting a bit of information out of the System required a top-up? Just as he was beginning to figure out how to top up, his terrible luck struck again: he was captured by the villainous demonfolk, whose biggest boss was someone he'd never written into the story.

Zhou Lidu broke down. Zhou Lidu burst into tears... Wasn't this going to get him killed?

But staying alive came first, so Zhou Lidu could only smile through his tears. “Lord of the Palace, Gong Chensheng, have we met...?”

Gong Chensheng lowered his lashes slightly. “You've forgotten me?”

2.

Though he'd been captured, Zhou Lidu's life in the demon realm was surprisingly comfortable. He had good food, good drink, and people waiting on him every day. He even figured out a faster way to top up the System: sticking close to Gong Chensheng!

But just after he completed the first top-up stage, the System informed Zhou Lidu that he had to become the savior of this world.

Zhou Lidu smiled as if greeting death and accepted his fate on the spot.

To complete the mission, one moment he was acting like a top-tier support, doing everything he could to stay alive, and the next he was putting on an immortal air and bluffing the six great sects. Whenever he ran into an over-the-top battle mission and found himself in mortal danger, Gong Chensheng would appear out of nowhere.

Zhou Lidu was pulled into his arms and couldn't break free. Gong Chensheng's low voice pressed against every inch of skin beside his ear as he demanded, “Where are you trying to go this time, leaving me behind?”

Zhou Lidu shuddered. W-what did he mean, “this time”? When had Zhou Lidu ever gotten involved in a love affair!

3.

Gong Chensheng had been the ruler of the demon realm for hundreds of years. The demonfolk revered him, cultivators feared him, and his power was absolute. But almost no one knew that he had spent decade after decade searching for one person.

A hundred years passed, yet there wasn't even a trace of him.

Then one day, Gong Chensheng saw a figure. At that moment, his breath nearly stopped. Even if it was only a corner of a garment, he was certain: the man had returned.

Gong Chensheng brought him back to the demon realm, never expecting that he would have lost his memory and forgotten everything, especially Gong Chensheng.

As the moonlight grew colder, Gong Chensheng's shadowed gaze wandered over Zhou Lidu inch by inch. Looking at the face sleeping before him, he felt the longing he'd buried for so long grow wild. Gong Chensheng bent down and kissed Zhou Lidu's lips with utmost tenderness.

You will never leave me again.

⭐️ A little extra:

After Zhou Lidu, with his thoroughly modern ideas, and the ancient-style demon king Gong Chensheng fell in love,

Zhou Lidu had a sudden whim one day and decided to try a new way of addressing him. “Husband.”

Gong Chensheng, thinking hard: “...?”

Zhou Lidu cheerfully called out again. “Aw, husband, come here.”

After wrestling with the idea, Gong Chensheng accepted the new title and answered, “I'm coming, Old Zhou.”

P.S.:

▪ This story has a happy ending.

▪ Younger seme and growing-up-together romance. The uke basically raised his own husband, so they're both sexually inexperienced, one-on-one.

▪ The story is told primarily from the uke's perspective. The main plot follows his transmigration, his mission, and the recovery of his memories. The seme won't be constantly at his side, but he won't be a background character either. The plot will move forward, the relationship will develop, and there'll be plenty of sweetness. Trust me! ✊

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Sickly, flirtatious beauty fox uke x roguish, carefree stray-dog seme

In the capital, there was a famous fortune-teller who could read fortunes, tell people's fate and features, ward off evil and exorcise demons, and read feng shui. There was nothing he couldn't do.

Officials, merchants, commoners, even beggars all wanted him to tell their fortunes. They wanted an accurate reading, of course, but also hoped to catch a glimpse of his face, because rumors said he was beautiful.

Especially when he was sick.

Everyone who had met Shang Yao knew he was frail. He'd be a little breathless after five steps and cough a little after ten. His face was deathly pale, his lips a faint pink, and the corners of his eyes slightly red. Yet in that state, every frown and smile of his inspired unbearable pity.

Especially when his gaze flowed and shimmered, and he smiled behind his sleeve as he said that this fortune-telling would cost a hundred taels, not a penny less.

What no one knew was that the first thing Shang Yao did each morning was dye his light-colored hair black, soak his jade-green eyes in medicine to turn them black, and then cover his face with homemade white powder to make himself look sickly.

Once he was done, he went out to earn a living.

Until one day, Wei Zhen caught him in the act of pretending to be ill.

Wei Zhen: “So that sickly look is an act. Are you in such a hurry to reach the afterlife? Is your fortune-telling fake too?”

Shang Yao: “Want me to tell your fortune, orphan of the Wei family?”

Wei Zhen smiled. “Then let's hear what the charlatan has to say.”

Shang Yao smiled. “A star of calamity, destined to bring death to your parents, and sooner or later, you'll bring death to yourself too.”

His words came true.

On the cliff's edge, with countless pursuers closing in, Wei Zhen was badly wounded and had nowhere to go. Across from him stood Shang Yao, deathly ill and pale as a sheet, with a sword in his hand. But its point was aimed at Wei Zhen.

“Stop loving me. Hate me instead.”

As torrential rain poured down, blood mixed with the rain on the ground. Shang Yao gave a helpless smile. “Wei Lincheng, I've been deceiving you from the very beginning. All I've ever wanted was to kill you.”

Theme: Ease the suffering of the people and bring peace to the land