[Quick Transmigration, though some worlds may move at a slower pace depending on the plot]
[Please read the reading guide before you start, mwah]
Le Ang was pretty satisfied with the System he’d been bound to.
It was professional, not too devious, and even had a pleasant way of speaking. The tasks were simple, too: just fall in love.
There was just one thing: why was he a lunatic in every world???
Either a perverted antisocial type, or a young scholar with mirror-touch synesthesia:
To put it simply, he could sense the emotions and physical sensations of everyone within one meter of him.
From the start, he died in the autumn imperial examination hall. The candidate in the next cubicle was frail and couldn’t endure the grueling nine days. He kicked the bucket on the eighth day. Since they were so close, the original body kicked the bucket too.
With a death like that, even the Underworld would have to award him the title of Biggest Unlucky Sap : )
His path to the imperial exams was basically over. Luckily, he managed to land a minor civil-service job in the county after going home.
Not long after, he rescued a pitiful abducted boy who had suffered terrible abuse. He was covered in wounds, and a high fever had left him mute.
After searching everywhere without finding any of the boy’s relatives or friends, Le Ang saw how helpless he was and understood his fear and wariness all too well. So he kept him by his side and cared for him attentively. Officially, the boy was his page, but Le Ang had raised him with his own hands, so he was practically a foster son.
Life went fairly smoothly. They were content with their modest prosperity.
Until the mute boy gradually grew up, and Le Ang found himself waking in the middle of the night to secretly wash his underwear more and more often.
Huh???
He soon figured out what the problem was.
He called his foster son over and lectured him solemnly and righteously:
“You’re still so young. Focus on your studies, and try to do less of that sort of thing.”
“Hmm? What’s with that attitude? Is that how your dick should behave in front of Dad?”
“You can talk now? That’s wonderful! Wait... No... Shut up! You can’t just call me your husband!”
Well, crap. His foster son had become a problem. QAQ
In another world, Le Ang became the personal manservant of a noble estate, afflicted with an extremely severe case of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
A gap of just 0.1 millimeters between pieces of cutlery, a folded scarf whose edges weren’t perfectly aligned, one more rose petal in the left vase than in the right...
All of it left him choked up, on edge, and unable to sit still.
One day, the estate’s master, a young and handsome duke, had urgent business out of town. He set off with a light carriage and no servants.
As Le Ang saw him off, he noticed a loose thread on the back of the duke’s luxurious coat, near the shoulder blade and partly hidden by his golden curls.
A loose thread!!!
The duke’s splendid carriage sped away, but that loose thread took root in Le Ang’s heart and grew into a towering tree.
Seven days later, they finally met again. The moment Le Ang got out of the carriage, he dashed over and threw himself into the duke’s arms. With quick eyes and quicker hands, he grabbed the loose thread and yanked it off.
Then he let out a long, heartfelt sigh to himself:
Ahhhhhhh
Happiness ╰(*’︶`*)╯
The arms behind him hesitated for a moment, then wrapped around him too. Tightly enough that he couldn’t get away.
...Wait? Something seemed off.
*
The Empire’s most noble Duke Lanting had been troubled lately.
The new personal manservant at his estate seemed to have fallen hopelessly in love with him.
He was attentive and considerate, taking three times as long as the other servants to arrange the duke’s clothes. The duke had even caught him burying his face in one of his shirts and sniffing it. And his gaze never left the duke for even a moment.
That wasn’t particularly surprising, of course. He was noble and wealthy, and one of the capital’s most famous beauties. His admirers could fill a line stretching overseas.
Duke Lanting could never quite decide what to do with the adorable manservant named Le Ang.
Then a flood struck his territory, and he went to inspect the disaster area. They had been apart for only seven days, but when they met again, Le Ang had grown noticeably thinner, with red-rimmed eyes. The moment he got out of the carriage, he ran toward the duke and threw himself into his arms in front of everyone.
Lanting’s heart was instantly captured by this undisguised, burning love.
So he hugged Le Ang tightly in return and decided to boldly declare his love.
Who knew the manservant would show signs of refusing to acknowledge him afterward? Did he think the duke wasn’t being forward enough?
So, while they were alone, the proud and handsome duke took the initiative and kissed his manservant on the left cheek.
The manservant’s face turned bright red. After struggling to hold it in, he finally blurted out, “...Come on, kiss the right one too.”
The duke: “...”
See! And he still claims he isn’t madly in love with me!
Qi Yan was a great demon who had entered the mortal world to undergo tribulation. Most humans were boring, with one exception. So he asked a friend to request a red thread from the Matchmaker, binding them together through lifetime after lifetime, no matter how far apart they might be.
On the day he finally took human form, mulberry fields became oceans, the sun and moon changed color, and floodwaters surged to the heavens.
His old flesh peeled away bit by bit, and new bones and blood formed inch by inch.
The pain was unbearable. With one flick of his tail, he raised a huge wave. He swam slowly to Le Ang and nuzzled against him, asking once more, “You promised you wouldn’t leave me?”
“I won’t, I won’t,” Le Ang said, stroking the head where his new horns had grown. “Flip a couple of fish up here, okay? I want fish hot pot today~”
Le Ang: He doesn’t know I have a System. Should I tell him? Nah, what if I scare him?
Qi Yan: He doesn’t know I’m a demon. Should I tell him? Nah, what if I scare him?
*Demon gong x genuine lunatic shou. The gong is the same person in every world.
*Ridiculous, sweet comedy.
[Reading Guide]
1. I won’t change the setting, and I don’t accept writing advice. Or you can sponsor the author with three hundred million and then change whatever you want~
2. To ensure the reading experience for most readers, comments containing insults, personal attacks, or disruptive remarks will be deleted. Writing isn’t easy, and every work is the author’s precious baby. If you don’t like it, you can drop it. I hope everyone can chat in a peaceful and friendly atmosphere. Sending love~
3. Readers of pirated copies, please don’t show up in the comments. I can’t handle the shock and will most likely mutate.
4. That’s all for now.
5. Nothing else.
6. Really, nothing else.
7. Hope you enjoy reading!
Theme: Though disabled, stay strong and keep a heart full of love
You accidentally fell into a strange story with rules and struggled to survive before you could return to the real world. A cold and malicious voice reads the rules to you:
1. The author's final article "PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds in the End of the World" is the designated escape guide for this strange story of rules.
2. The author's update time is before midnight. If you find a new chapter after midnight, please turn off your phone immediately and try to fall asleep. Be sure not to open it! Be sure not to open it! Be sure not to open it!
3. The first fifty participants in the comment area of each chapter have the opportunity to pick up a random prop "Jinjiang Red Envelope", which can be used to obtain a key clue.
4. The author is a normal human being. Occasionally being irritable or acting strangely is normal, but it does not mean that it has been contaminated. Please listen to the author.
5. There is no need to panic after scolding the author. The author cannot follow the network cable and hit you, let alone appear on your bedside or ceiling late at night.
6.22 Is an unknown number. Please stay away from 22.
7. Click on the author's column. If the author has been collected, you can get the rare prop "Author's Blessing", which can withstand a fatal crisis. (This prop is unique and exclusive, bound for life, and can be brought back to the real world)
8. The author only has one advance copy. If you find more than one book in advance, you have read it wrong. Please exit the page immediately, turn off your phone, have a good rest, and eat more glutinous rice.
9. The author's entertainment circle conclusion article "Jiang Feng Yuhuo vs. Chou Mian" is another designated escape guide for this rule-based ghost story.
10. Welcome to the strange story. Wish you a happy game.
Disgusting men are always similar, but independent women each have their own merits.
Ps. Does the wife plan to write it as a slow wear? At the current pace, a small world may go straight to Chapter 70 or 80... My wife writes about group portraits and friendships and family relationships. She writes very well. It is not just as simple as "love strategy mission". I wish she could write more. However, with the current update frequency, when can we wait for the copywriting jokes? Woohoo.
This somewhat deformed value system is also the way to survive that she strives to find. When she discovers that she is still the one who will be easily abandoned, she will turn black.
Grandma, the novel you are reading has been updated [crying]
. . . Lele. . .
How could you do this to him. . .
I knew it would not end well for him, but I didn't expect it. . .
Damn it! ! !
Come on, come on, everyone, pick up this big one and shake it, there must be many more saved manuscripts (
I said it would be a normal update, but three days passed and the person disappeared again [Cracked]
Ah ah ah ah ah update ah I fell into the trap again ah ah ah ah
I go to this teacher, isn't this my class teacher?
The so-called probability of a boy sitting down when answering a question is added up to one (it doesn't matter if he can definitely sit down or not)
The probability of being a girl is 0 when multiplied (if I call you, I will deal with you)
Cheng Sijin Before Rebirth
Oh No, I've Seen a Ghost!
Girl, I Have Two Faces
(Journey to the West) This Monk Just Wants a Piece of Meat
Jiang Feng's Dying Embers Meet Chou Mian [Showbiz]
Your Majesty, Shall We Go to Bed?
(Quick Transmigration) I Can Take Down a Dozen Scumbags
Surviving the Apocalypse
You accidentally fell into a strange story with rules and struggled to survive before you could return to the real world. A cold and malicious voice reads the rules to you: 1. The author's final article "PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds in the End of the World" is the designated escape guide for this strange story of rules. 2. The author's update time is before midnight. If you find a new chapter after midnight, please turn off your phone immediately and try to fall asleep. Be sure not to open it! Be sure not to open it! Be sure not to open it! 3. The first fifty participants in the comment area of each chapter have the opportunity to pick up a random prop "Jinjiang Red Envelope", which can be used to obtain a key clue. 4. The author is a normal human being. Occasionally being irritable or acting strangely is normal, but it does not mean that it has been contaminated. Please listen to the author. 5. There is no need to panic after scolding the author. The author cannot follow the network cable and hit you, let alone appear on your bedside or ceiling late at night. 6.22 Is an unknown number. Please stay away from 22. 7. Click on the author's column. If the author has been collected, you can get the rare prop "Author's Blessing", which can withstand a fatal crisis. (This prop is unique and exclusive, bound for life, and can be brought back to the real world) 8. The author only has one advance copy. If you find more than one book in advance, you have read it wrong. Please exit the page immediately, turn off your phone, have a good rest, and eat more glutinous rice. 9. The author's entertainment circle conclusion article "Jiang Feng Yuhuo vs. Chou Mian" is another designated escape guide for this rule-based ghost story. 10. Welcome to the strange story. Wish you a happy game.
Disgusting men are always similar, but independent women each have their own merits. Ps. Does the wife plan to write it as a slow wear? At the current pace, a small world may go straight to Chapter 70 or 80... My wife writes about group portraits and friendships and family relationships. She writes very well. It is not just as simple as "love strategy mission". I wish she could write more. However, with the current update frequency, when can we wait for the copywriting jokes? Woohoo.
This somewhat deformed value system is also the way to survive that she strives to find. When she discovers that she is still the one who will be easily abandoned, she will turn black.
Grandma, the novel you are reading has been updated [crying]
. . . Lele. . . How could you do this to him. . . I knew it would not end well for him, but I didn't expect it. . . Damn it! ! !
Come on, come on, everyone, pick up this big one and shake it, there must be many more saved manuscripts (
I said it would be a normal update, but three days passed and the person disappeared again [Cracked]
Ah ah ah ah ah update ah I fell into the trap again ah ah ah ah
I go to this teacher, isn't this my class teacher? The so-called probability of a boy sitting down when answering a question is added up to one (it doesn't matter if he can definitely sit down or not) The probability of being a girl is 0 when multiplied (if I call you, I will deal with you)
Give my wife a pat and gently say update soon.