On what to do when you transmigrate into a beast?
On how a dashing young Best Actor transmigrates into the heroine of a story?
On... the heroine's goddamn gender being swapped, how do you even deal with that?
Legend says that endless death gives rise to life, and that life can be derived from death as its singularity.
Keywords: derivative fiction, legend, pure love, fanfiction, gender swap, equally matched leads, protagonist pursued by the love interest
New novel seeking follows: Where the Clouds Once Were, by Bi'an Qianxi
Eight years ago, Xie Fei, heir to a prince of a different surname, was known as a shameless flirt who left a trail of broken hearts. Relying on his status as the heir to Prince Huai, he bullied those weaker than him. He was detestable, a notorious young tyrant of the Great Xia Dynasty.
Eight years later, when General Zhenxi Xie Fei returned to the capital, Chang'an's streets were packed with people, and a ten-mile red carpet was laid out to welcome him. He was the center of attention. Yet General Xie was only twenty-six or twenty-seven, with the upright stature of a pine and a face as cold as frost.
A song was sung in Chang'an:
With both hands, he rules the chaos/
With one arm, he upends the world/
So many heroes have come and gone/
The bright moon shines through the ages/
An army from the far north/
A heart full of longing/
Who can understand its meaning?/
A barren road stretching a thousand miles
The clouds clear at dawn/
A rooster's crow breaks the morning still/
A Qiang flute sounds/
The border guards watch the years roll by/
Yellow sand sweeps across the land/
Thousands of iron hooves trample the dust/
The Eight Trigrams are offered in sacrifice/
Loyal bones shatter the heavens' prophecy
I vow/
To give my life to protect peace in China/
To face a thousand deaths for the world's safety/
To brave blades and fire for peaceful days/
To pass down the goodness in every heart, generation after generation
Jiang Chen x Xie Fei
When you part the clouds and see the sun, when you behold the dawn, face the sunlight. I will be the shadow behind you, never leaving, never forsaking you.
New novel seeking follows: The Road Ahead Is Long, by Bi'an Qianxi
A hundred thousand words drafted before publication.
[Stage Version]
Part 1
Zhuo Xiuyuan: "Come on, Manman, read this line of poetry."
"The road ahead is long, and I will seek high and low." Confused, Manman looks up, suddenly seized by a rather ominous feeling.
Lu Manman: "What does that mean?"
Zhuo Xiuyuan smiles mysteriously. "The long road belongs to Xiuyuan."
Lu Manman: "..." Young Master Zhuo, I haven't read much. Are you sure you're not messing with me?
Part 2
Zhuo Xiuyuan: "Manman, remember those two lines of classical Chinese from last time?"
Lu Manman presses her lips together. She's absolutely not giving him a chance to show off.
Suddenly, Lu Manman feels a certain shameless hand reach inside her, feeling her up and down.
Her face burning red, Lu Manman surrenders and shouts, "I remember, I remember! The road ahead is long!"
A dark glint passes through Zhuo Xiuyuan's eyes. His voice is husky and seductive, danger radiating from him. "No, I meant... I will seek high and low."
[Mystery Version] Why has a usually lazy street punk suddenly joined the army? What is he searching for, or waiting for, in tropical jungles, lush grasslands, deserts with solitary smoke, and eerie ancient tombs? The awakening of his bloodline, the transformation of his role: is it all coincidence, or is there another purpose? When everything reaches its end, what earth-shattering conspiracy will be waiting for him?
[Inspirational Version] [Military Version] This is the story of a seemingly timid, trouble-avoiding street punk who is actually a scheming drama queen, and how he grows into a general capable of standing on his own.
New novel seeking follows: The Years Speak Recklessly, by Bi'an Qianxi
A white wolf awakens from its grave/
A falcon descends from the highest heavens/
Who is crying out in the wilderness?/
Composing a reckless tale of years
The great roc bears the sky/
The stars disappear/
Ten suns draw near, aligned in a row/
The phoenix longs to fall/
The burning brush pen drops/
Who has seen the sky filled with clouds of blood?
A long sigh/
A cuckoo cries from a dead tree's branch/
The autumn wind rises/
The cicadas' broken song fades away/
Sing on, as the Yangtze's rolling waters clash with heaven's spears/
Standing alone, behold the silence of fate's cycle
Heaven grants the Flame of Heaven/
Mortals pass the holy fire onward/
The Dark Sea surges and engulfs the land/
Heroes flood it with their blood/
Blazing flames sweep the plains/
Warriors ride the fire toward the sky/
The apocalypse is upon us/
The bold vie to remake heaven and earth
Ah ah ah ah, madam, are you cheating? Tt
Tricked d(?д??)
It seems like yours doesn't have as many posts as these.
Updated! Ahhhhhh, finally back! Well worth the waitwww
Actually Updated?
Damn it, I'm not telling you, look, one week has passed, two weeks have passed, three weeks have passed, did you run away after finishing such a short chapter?! Damn you... You... If you don't update me... I'm leaving! I also have a little temper! O(?^`)O
The author, honestly speaking, are you lazy? Well, I don't think it's possible, but I'll definitely update it next week ^_^ right?
Hehehehehe, don't worry, we will wait for you to come back and we will never kill you.
Come on↖(^ω^)↗
Ghost Story 2.0: Four hours before school starts, I haven't finished my homework but I'm still brushing up on JJ