The Scumbag God Who Was Being Pursued

For the first eighteen years of Ji Liangyi's life, he was the campus heartthrob who smoked, got into fights, and raced cars to the death. He lived recklessly and fearlessly, as if he were just one step away from killing himself. Then he made it through the college entrance exams, and came the night of bar-hopping and celebration. The usually lazy Ji, who hardly ever drank, downed an entire bottle of brandy in front of everyone. His lips curled into a stunning, languid smile. “From now on, I'm just going to eat, sleep, and wait to die.” Everyone burst out laughing, thinking he was joking. Ji Liangyi said nothing more and continued to drink straight from the bottle. As he passed out, he vaguely heard someone whisper in his ear: ...The game begins now. Already too drunk to tell man from beast, the campus heartthrob murmured, “...Huh?” Also known as: My Life Was Just a Dating Sim After All; The Mission Taker Who Infiltrated the Dating Sim Is Actually My Wife Looking for readers for my male-lead romance! I Heard I'm the Villain's Canon Partner Before his death, Feng Ci had nothing to do with Yan Wenxiu. They had crossed paths only once, when the other man offered to keep him, and Feng Ci turned him down. The next time they met was when Feng Ci died. The man, utterly unlike his usual composed self, ran over in a panic and embraced Feng Ci, whose body was covered in blood. It seemed the whole world had forgotten Feng Ci, except for Yan, a Mr. Yan who was rumored to have grown increasingly gloomy, severe, and ruthless. Feng Ci hadn't thought much of it. But whenever the man stayed up in the middle of the night, clutching his chest and hoarsely calling Feng Ci's name, it gave Feng Ci the creeps. ...So which of them was the ghost? Then Feng Ci discovered that the world he lived in was just a transmigrate-into-a-book story. He was the protagonist's beloved, the one who would die sooner or later, no matter what. And Yan Wenxiu was a psychologically disturbed villainous big boss, the kind even the author of the transmigration story instinctively kept at a distance. Feng Ci: “...Heh.” That character setup was so clichéd. And anyway, why couldn't he be the villain? Later on... The villainous big boss suddenly appeared and wrapped an arm around Feng Ci's waist, his voice hoarse. “A Ci.” Feng Ci: “Hmm?” Yan Wenxiu: “I belong to you.” Theme: