My name is Gu Zui.
My father is the Lord of Demons. He was transmigrated, and now he's made it in the human world from scratch by opening a bar.
My mother is a human cultivator. She was transmigrated, and now she goes on about freedom and independence while leading a cultivation sect.
My friend is the supreme ruler of the demon realm. They were transmigrated, and now they grow beans beneath the southern mountain and play in the dirt all day.
My master is a reclusive sage. He was transmigrated, and now he's abandoned the Path of Ruthlessness to spend three lifetimes in blind, deaf, heart-wrenching love with my junior sister, declaring that if she dies, he won't go on living.
Only later did I learn that this world was one giant romance game, and I was the target they had to win over and reform.
But after they transmigrated, they decided I was a perfectly healthy, sunny, cheerful young man with nothing to reform. They figured the world wouldn't end at my hands, so they went off to enjoy their own lives in peace.
What they didn't know was that I was lying to them.
My original father was a lunatic who wanted to soak me in liquor.
My original mother was a lunatic who wanted to use me to forge a magical weapon.
My original friend was a lunatic who wanted to temper their bloodline with my blood.
My original master was a lunatic who wanted to use me as a cultivation vessel.
I'm a lunatic too. I want to kill them and send the whole world flying.
Later, they were all transmigrated and their personalities changed, so I also put on an act, pretending to be harmless, sunny, and cheerful.
My acting is so good they haven't spotted a single flaw.
While they build up their businesses, farm, and indulge in angsty romances, I lie in wait and plot in the shadows. I'll drag everyone down to hell with me. I want to savor the look on the faces of those arrogant fools who try to "save" me.
Then one day, I meet someone.
I know him. He's the electricity, the light, the one and only legend. The righteous sects revere him as a god. He was born with immortal bones, free of desire. He's a native of this world, just like me, but he's also become a target for the transmigrators.
Only he's worse off than I am. The people trying to win me over are supposed to save and reform me. The ones trying to win him over are supposed to kill him or force him to fall into darkness and become a demon.
When I find him, he's lying at the foot of a cliff, covered in wounds.
He looks at me with indifferent eyes, showing no emotion, and asks only:
"Are you here to kill me too?"
Of course. In my eyes, he's no different from the roast duck on the signboard at my father's tavern.
Those immortal bones could boost my cultivation if I ate them, improve my strength if I refined them, and make a powerful puppet that would help me conquer the world with ease.
But immortal bones counter demonic blood. My chances of finishing him off with a final blow are too low. Even if he looks close to death, this isn't the right moment to strike.
Luckily, I've seen plenty of romance-game players' tricks and know all about those outsiders' slow-burn salvation stories. So I take his bloodstained hand:
"No." I lower my eyes, partly so that when I look up in a moment, he'll see the tears glistening in them more clearly, and partly to hide my hunger for his immortal bones.
Everything is in place. With just the right tremor in my voice, I deliver the line I've heard countless times:
"...I'm here to love you."
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(Third-person narration)
A scheming, gloomy, depressed bottom with acting skills
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A purehearted, cool, upright, otherworldly top
The bottom acts like a sunny, kind puppy in public, but is an evil, gloomy little dog in private.
He genuinely wants to kill the top. He's not just saying it.
One-on-one, bottom's POV, happy ending
2026-6-14
Theme: Live well
