The Number One Rank-Padder in the Game [Interstellar]

[Signed for publication. Updates can be followed on Weibo: @JinjiangQieZaiShanyang] Green vines climb the black castle. The third snowy night is drawing near. Time is up. Mission failed. As the great doors creak shut, the light reveals the players’ despairing, twisted faces. Ding-dong. Punishment begins. A tall judge steps out of the darkness, his legs straight and his bearing indescribably elegant. All the players stare at him in shock, anger, and terror. The man gives a lazy smile, his voice casual and distant. “Don’t rush. I’ll give you ten minutes to run.” The survivors grit their teeth, faces pale. They rise on trembling legs, then scatter in a frantic search for the last door. Lin Jing stands up without a word and heads deeper into the third floor, toward the castle’s forbidden zone. The last exit has long since been destroyed. This is just that man indulging his twisted tastes. He would rather kill himself than die at that man’s hands. A statue’s eyes suddenly flare red, and it lunges at him with a knife. But in an instant, someone grabs him around the waist from behind, pulling him out of the way. The man laughs softly. “Baby, you’ve got ten minutes. Why are you running into my arms?” Lin Jing lowers his eyes. “Get lost.” A young, handsome victor curls his lips into a smile and murmurs, “Call me hubby, and I’ll let you go.” Lin Jing grits his teeth. “Ha. Keep dreaming.” Only after the roleplay ends does he learn that in this game, the devoted, perfect boyfriend written into his script is the final boss. What a lying piece of trash. He deceived him, ruined his youth. What Lin Jing doesn’t know is that from then on, he and that liar are bound together for good. * There’s one hot thread on the Immortal Players’ Game Forum that never leaves the top of the page. Today we’re naming and shaming that famous deadweight, “Shuang Mu Cheng Jing,” who somehow made the top ten on the points leaderboard, and his permanently bound lover, “Wan Feng Wan Yue.” Disgusting couple. Ugh! Lin Jing had planned to rely on his own skills to clear the game and earn money. He never expected his first love / husband / boyfriend / master (?) in the game to turn him into a notorious slacker across the entire StarNet. The official verdict: number one slacker on the whole server. Lin Jing slowly types a question mark. Hm? Who’s a slacker? Xu Wanzhi chuckles and gently coaxes him. “I’m the slacker. Thanks for carrying me to first place, baby.” Two top-tier powerhouses. P.S. An interstellar romance, not an unlimited-flow story. Mwah~ My next project is a xianxia story. Why do I love transmigrating into books so much?? "Back to the Days of the Immortal Venerable’s Youth" Yan Qing transmigrates into a harem novel built around a love-triangle showdown, as the young version of the most popular villainous second male lead. The grown-up villain is both righteous and wicked, with peerless grace. As a child, he’s a pitiful little thing who nearly starves to death in the depths of winter. The cultivation world is fraught with danger. To survive, Yan Qing puts every trick he knows to use: he can act obedient when it suits him and play the victim when it doesn’t. He and the young villain, still a precious young master in body and soul, go from despising each other to facing life and death together, surviving by trickery and deceit. After his soul dissipates, he thinks he’ll return to the modern world, but instead he wakes on an ice bed. His soul has transmigrated for a second time, and he has become a wretched, cruel cannon fodder character with a tragic ending. “???” The cannon fodder, infatuated with the villain, forced him into marriage. But while the villain seems like a gentle breeze and bright moon on the outside, he is cruel and ruthless at heart, and loves no one but the story’s protagonist bottom. While the cannon fodder lies on his deathbed, sick with misery, the villain, his husband, calmly plays the qin in the courtyard. Yan Qing nearly spits out his water. “Well, Xie Shiyi, if I’d known you were such a scumbag, I should’ve spent every night drinking from the chamber pot in Blackwater Alley.” * Xie Shiyi once fell into an abyss. He knelt and begged, lived like an animal, and surrendered his dignity for the slightest chance of survival. Someone else saw every bit of his wretchedness. As a boy, he was sensitive and proud. Their beliefs differed, and they fought constantly. He swore to himself that one day he would kill him. But when the other boy truly disappeared, he sat alone on South Mountain Peak for a very long time. Only when the plum blossoms had fallen and the snow and clouds had cleared did he silently grip his sword and turn away. From then on, there was no longer any Xie Shiyi of Blackwater County, the boy who fought dogs for steamed buns. There was only Xie Ying, the aloof, desireless, unreachable young prodigy of the Forgetting Passion Sect. Theme: