I Look Just Like the Villainous Boss [Western Fantasy]

Q: What do you do when you transmigrate and end up looking just like the villain boss? Lin Dun: Thanks for asking. To keep people from taking out their anger on you or humiliating you over the villain's past misdeeds, I recommend getting married. One day, Lin Dun transmigrated into a book. He had excellent talent, came from a well-to-do family, and his family even had a promising connection with the protagonist. He was clearly destined to be a dependable background character. He was quite satisfied with that. But when he pushed open the door to the male lead's dormitory, ready to make friends and pledge his allegiance, he discovered that the person beside the male lead looked exactly like him. The big boss, who had played the second male lead's best friend all along and only revealed his fangs at the very end of the story, smiled faintly. "Young Master Prinlervi, please wait..." Lin Dun's hair stood on end. He backed away in terror. "I have a noble status, and every word and deed of mine is held up as an example. If someone humiliates you, when you have the same face as me, isn't that tantamount to humiliating me?" "In that case, you are destined to take shelter beneath my wings." An Laien's voice was hoarse. "After all, I value my 'face' more than I value myself." N years later: "Sir, I know that the face of that divine being is not to be gazed upon, but why is the God of Alchemy the only one among the other gods who receives this treatment?" "Hmm... Legend has it that the divine being loves his partner very much and doesn't want anyone else to see their face. That's why the God of Alchemy, as his partner, is the only one..." Lin Dun, seated on the divine throne, covered his face with one hand. No, that's not how it is. It wasn't like that at all in the beginning... *Western fantasy magic world A layered, high-status top who is like an onion X a straightforward tech geek bottom who clings to a powerful patron Recommendations: "The Whole World Has a Crush on the Hero!" by Mo Xiaoya: And yet he searches the whole world for true love! "The Little Girl Who Sells Rockets [Interstellar]" by Qi Shu My upcoming story, "I Am the Creator in My Dreams": Shi Zhe dreamed that he had become the Creator. Sitting inside a glass orb in his dream, where he could roam freely between heaven and earth, he excitedly pressed a button. In a dream, of course you would wish there were no cancer. The next morning, he woke to breaking news: "In 2020, our country's researchers successfully cracked the mystery of cancer." Shi Zhe: ? That night, Shi Zhe dreamed again that he was the Creator. He carefully healed the injured leg of his neighbor's cat. When he woke up, he was roused by the cat, which had slipped in from next door and scratched him. Shi Zhe: !!! In my dreams, I am the Creator. And so, in this world, I can do anything. ...It's just that my combat skills are a little weak during the day. In the year 2321, confidential files from the age of psychics, 300 years earlier, were made public. Everyone focused on the two psychics at the top of the rankings. No. 0: Shi Zhe, psychic ability unknown, powers unknown No. 1: Tang Shenyan, psychic ability: Omnipotence. Skilled in every kind of combat and able to use all known elemental abilities. Note: Tang Shenyan is Shi Zhe's bodyguard. Other details unknown. A low-combat-power, behind-the-scenes mastermind type of chuuni bottom X a max-level fighter top who goes, "Okay, okay, you're right. I'll protect you." My friend's upcoming story: "The Little Girl Who Sells Rockets [Interstellar]" by Qi Shu Good grief! The infamous arms dealer across all human star systems is actually a little girl! And a cross-dressing guy! And he married the marshal! Onlookers: stunned whale.jpg The Federated Marshal, who wishes to remain unnamed: When I first met him, he stood there looking so short and scrawny, without saying a word. I felt so sorry for him. Who knew what would happen later... Later, because his rival stole his business, he piloted an old N5-type mech and sent an entire private militia fleeing in terror. He even raided their hideout while he was at it. The Marshal: Great. Now I don't have to go suppress the bandits myself. Couple: a marshal top with rose-colored glasses eight meters thick X a cold, expressionless bottom with outrageous combat ability Theme: