Five Hundred Years Later, My Beloved Became the Villain

Five hundred years ago, you transmigrated to a poor, backward country where magic was everywhere.

After a brief spell of confusion, you diligently studied magic and helped the locals upgrade their tools and improve their standard of living.

The people revered you as a goddess, and you grew close to them.

Holding the script: [The Goddess Loves Her People]

But that cold-faced Imperial Preceptor, with his permanently grim expression, is suspicious of everything and thinks you're a spy sent by the enemy.

You argue every day.

But the Imperial Preceptor is so handsome, his voice so pleasant, and his abs so sexy. You bicker with him on the surface, while your heart flutters a little inside.

Today is the Autumn Harvest Festival. Clutching three ears of wheat, you decide to take a chance and confess to the Imperial Preceptor.

You rush up to the temple and wave at him, only to see the Imperial Preceptor, whose face has looked dead for ten thousand years, suddenly cry out.

Before you can react, the enemy launches a surprise attack from the sky, and you die.

The [The Goddess Loves Her People] script's ending: BE

Five hundred years later, someone summons you back to life, and you become a disciple of an immortal sect.

"Goddess! For the sake of all living beings, please take this sword and help us kill that great demon!"

You can't help but complain: "Are you people any good? It's been five hundred years, and you still can't beat him yourselves, so now you're clinging to your ancestor's leg!"

But you take up the sword after all, setting off on a journey to slay the demon and finding yourself a group of lively companions along the way.

Holding the script: [Cultivation and Demon-Slaying]

You adapt well to the new world, but you're a little melancholy and often reminisce about your old country and the Imperial Preceptor with the deadpan face.

At last, the day of the final battle arrives.

You hold your sword and face the legendary great demon.

You know he unleashed a great plague and toppled the dynasty in order to wipe out all living beings and turn back time.

But what you don't know is just how familiar the man seated atop a mountain of corpses, looking down at you, will seem.

You stare at him for a long time before finally saying, "Five hundred years have passed, and you haven't changed one bit."

His face is still just as handsome, his voice just as pleasant, and his abs just as sexy.

But how did the Imperial Preceptor who protected his country become the greatest villain in the world?

The [Cultivation and Demon-Slaying] script's ending: ?

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A whimsical, cute, unpredictable, sunny girl who does whatever she wants x a handsome, cold, elegant man who's strict with others and even stricter with himself, with an abyss hidden inside

Tips:

1. The blurb is in second person, while the main story may be in third or first person. At the moment, I'm thinking of writing it in first person! If that bothers you, you can skip it (or maybe give the first chapter a try?).

2. This is trashy romance fiction. Don't take the love story too seriously.

Theme: True love always means meeting each other halfway.