If You Don't Dare to Die, How Can You Claim to Love Me?

The main text is written in third person.

When I was eighteen, I learned that I was the heroine of an angst novel. The male lead and the other male characters all said they loved me, but they all tormented me.

My master said he loved me, so he refused to teach me advanced immortal arts.

My senior brother said he loved me, so he gouged out the essence blood from my heart.

The Demon Lord said he loved me, so he destroyed my spiritual core and imprisoned me.

I felt nothing about it. I only had one question: it seemed they didn't love me enough.

So I leaned against the Demon Lord and touched his chest, asking:

"You say you love me. Would you give me a token of love?"

I dug out his demon core with my own hands and said happily, "It's round and plump. This will do perfectly."

You refuse to teach me your secret martial arts, and you dare call that love?

You refuse to make me the number one in the sect, and you dare call that love?

You refuse to give me the demon clan, and you dare call that love?

Your love is so shallow. You won't even die for me, and you dare call that love?

I loved them so much that I ground their bones to dust.

I gathered their ashes and scattered them as footnotes to love.

#The male leads in this angst novel are psychopaths, so the heroine becomes a lunatic.

#The heroine kills them all.

Theme: Live for yourself