Xue Buwei had been dead for eight hundred years before he learned that the world he lived in was actually an explicit novel, and that he was the doomed early-death moonlight of the story.
According to the unscrupulous System, because Xue Buwei had been young and beautiful when he died, illustrated stories inspired by him had spread far and wide. The most popular image of him was a delicate, shy, and alluring beauty with a seductive fragrance. He had even become the first awakening of desire for countless young cultivators.
There were also rumors that he had been passed from one grandmaster to another, and though he bore the title of Demon Lord, he was really just a communal cultivation furnace. Then, on the eve of a great battle, her waters broke. To save their child, she suffered a difficult birth and bled to death.
Xue Buwei: Stop, stop, stop!!!
He was practically killed by listening to it.
He had been a notorious great demon who stirred up bloodshed in the cultivation world during his life. How could he have become a dirty joke for people across the three realms after his death?
Who could put up with that?
Xue Buwei kicked the lid off his coffin and sprang up like a shoot from dry ground. It was high time to purge the cultivation world of its lewd, depraved ways and restore his illustrious reputation!
He'd castrate one man every ten steps, and leave no one standing after a thousand miles! It was time to make these little worms feel the pressure of an ancestor from eight hundred years ago!
The System popped up: No, no, this has nothing to do with you. As a versatile seasoning for the bedroom, your role is to burn yourself up to add fuel to the leads' angsty romance, playing parts in a string of steamy scenes such as:
The dead moonlight from the grave / the third person asleep in bed / the incapable wife / the ear pressed to the wall / and the pathetic soul silently bearing it all under the bed
Xue Buwei: ...What? Who the hell signed me up for this?!
Ever since he was reborn, he had to play a part in the leads' bedroom games, while also rushing around to debunk rumors and stamp out every false story.
Nine babies in one pregnancy? False!
A communal cultivation furnace? All false!
He slept with all the grandmasters and bore a child for them? All false, false, false!
But as he ran himself ragged trying to salvage his fast-fading reputation, he gradually realized that something was wrong...
Those dirty rumors were being spread by the old enemies who had wanted him dead in his previous life, and who were now so consumed by jealousy they'd gladly die for him!
#Shocking! My nemesis is secretly my humiliation-fic fan
#The way to get revenge is to write humiliation stories about your nemesis
#Straight, overpowered hero receives an epic nerf
#Reborn as the fantasy of eight despairing widowers
Theme: Leave your good name behind in this world
