What should you do after transmigrating into one of the female lead's doomed, early-death harem members?
The holy son Yun Jiuyu fell into deep thought.
A straight romance is out of the question, and he can't accept a girls' love relationship either. He'd better diligently become a powerful ally to the female lead, avoid his own unavoidable death, and happily make his way to the divine realm!
Step one: Become a big shot.
Step two: Help the female lead build her harem.
Step three: Befriend the female lead.
Step four: Fight alongside the female lead.
Step five: Become bros with the female lead's harem.
Step six: Add the female lead and her harem to his own harem.
...Wait, what went wrong?!
1. A woman transmigrates into a man's body. A universally adored protagonist who attracts both men and women, but has the world in his heart and no interest in romance.
2. Everyone gets caught up in a love rivalry. The protagonist won't fall for anyone.
3. I wrote this for fun, sob sob sob. If you don't like it, please move along, thanks! QAQ
Hey, it's almost September, haven't you updated yet? Is it going to be a trap?
It's hard to wait. Can you wait in your lifetime? I beg you all, please don't cheat me (>_
I really like the setting of this story. Where has the author gone???
# There are many pseudonyms, so I'll use Donnie. #The plot is purely imaginary #In order to show that I don't do pigeons, let me put a short paragraph first Nigel hugged his knees and huddled in the darkest corner. His body was frighteningly hot. The high fever and the cold and humid environment made him tremble uncontrollably. He felt like a sledgehammer was hitting his head hard, causing bursts of dull pain. His consciousness was groggy, but hunger and cold shackles forced him to remain barely conscious. He knew that he might not be able to survive, and his emerald green eyes that had become cloudy were covered with a hint of despair, but he had no intention of seeking help from the people around him. Others might not be in a better situation than him. Most of the people imprisoned here are children, the oldest is no more than sixteen. In addition to some poor people who were sold because of their good looks, there are also many who were trafficked and from relatively wealthy families. In order to deliberately scare them and warn them not to try to escape, the cages were specially set up near ordinary slaves. You could see guards dragging bloody people out almost every day. The blood soaked into the cage, and the pampered man was almost frightened into silence. For the "goods" bought from the slums, the guards will only provide a little bit of hard black bread and turbid water to ensure that they will not starve to death. It is impossible to provide medicine. What's even worse is that his lustful eyes look up and down from time to time, secretly taking advantage of others. Nigel's face was considered pretty, otherwise he wouldn't have been forced to sell it to the auction house by the gangsters. When the guards targeted him, he didn't understand the rules here and resisted desperately. As a result, the angry guards took a grudge and deliberately targeted him. The harsh environment, rough food, tattered linen clothes, and frequent beatings, even Nigel's much better physique than others, could not withstand it, and illness was completely expected. Even if he doesn't die here, but is sold, the outcome will only be worse. But, don't give in. Not willing to give in. Nigel bit his lower lip hard and shrank tighter. In a daze, he suddenly recalled the prayers of the priest who came to preach in his childhood. It was probably a warm sunny afternoon. The priest stood with his backlight, solemnly and solemnly reading aloud in a firm tone. "Our Father who art in heaven." "Your arms will always protect the lost lamb" "The light is everlasting, Amen." The light is always there. Nigel repeated silently. "Go to sleep, it's okay." "It's..." Who? Gentle whispers rang in his ears. Nigel was surprised and tried to open his tired eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of the visitor's appearance, but he only saw a soft light in his soft palms. Before he could ask, he was wrapped in warm comfort and sleepiness, and was forcibly pulled into darkness. Watching the child with emerald eyes sinking into sleep, Saint Yun Jiuyu, who had disguised himself and lurked in, quietly extinguished the healing spell in his hand, tested his body temperature, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that his fever had subsided. Fortunately, the underground warehouse is relatively far away from the central auction house, so we can cast some basic magic. Otherwise, the child would definitely not survive today. This auction house cannot be saved. Yun Jiuyu inspected the whip marks on the children's bodies, his face darkened slightly. The sins of greed and lust will be judged by the executors.
I beg you, please don't cheat me, this subject matter is really good [covering face and laughing] It has been lying on my bookshelf for two years 😭
It's been 23 years, can we still wait for an update? .
I humbly ask for an update!! Madam, you have disappeared for a long time!!
Still want to watch, keep going
I finally realized the feeling of outliving the author.
Update, update, update, update, update