The Laid-Back Merfolk Keeps Their Secret Identity Under Wraps

Ran Xinglan survived after blowing himself up and transmigrated into the body of a rich kid who had just been found by his family in the modern era. He was a famously useless beauty at the Academy for Gifted Ability Users. Ran Xinglan: Being useless is great. Wouldn’t it be nice to lie flat and laze around every day? In his previous life, he was one of only two healing ability users in the apocalypse. His power was so rare and important that he spent almost every hour of every day treating the wounded, only to be sent to a research institute in the end. This time, he was going to happily eat, sleep, plant flowers, and fish. But after he fell asleep, satisfied with life, he opened his eyes the next day and discovered that he had mutated into a merfolk. Merfolk: King-class magical beasts and the enemy of all humanity. "..." Ran Xinglan silently clutched his merfolk secret identity close: I’m weak, helpless, and the very picture of a lazy fish. ** During the banquet, Sheng Yanshi was the strongest ability user, devoid of emotion, the nightmare and natural enemy of countless magical beasts. When he learned that a King-class magical beast had appeared, especially one that had once abducted Ran Xinglan and coveted him, he considered it an enemy that had to be eliminated. One full-moon night, he followed the enemy’s trail and was shocked to discover that this legendary King-class magical beast was a merfolk?! And why did this merfolk look exactly like Ran Xinglan??? That weak, lazy little wimp who could be torn apart by magical beasts at any moment was actually the king of magical beasts?!! Beneath the moon, the merfolk gently swished his astonishingly beautiful snow-white tail, sitting on a high rooftop and singing softly. When he saw a familiar face, the merfolk with deep blue eyes blinked in confusion, then quietly tugged at the hood of his black robe, trying to cover his face more thoroughly. Sheng Yanshi: ... Ran Xinglan: ...Can I still make a run for it? Reader’s Guide: A sweet romance, devoted to one another in body and heart. A little request to collect my upcoming novel After the Elf King Is Matched with the Imperial Marshal: Elf King An Qiao died in battle and woke up in the interstellar era as a human. To be precise, he took over a human’s identity. His body was still the same broken one he had when he was gravely wounded before dying in battle: pale and frail, coughing up blood at the slightest provocation. Human An Qiao had the purest healing-elf bloodline in the history of the empire, and even had a slim chance of reverting to an elf. But someone ambushed him and left him gravely wounded, causing his bloodline awakening to fail. He was useless now. The "useless" An Qiao lay listlessly in bed for half a month, completely unaware that the central brain had sent him a message informing him that he had been matched with someone: Crown Prince Chu Heng. ** Chu Heng was the empire’s strongest black dragon beastman, arrogant and rebellious. He had never cared about anything besides treasure and fighting. "A wife? Only a crazy dragon would spend money supporting a wife!" he said arrogantly and disdainfully. When he learned he’d been matched with someone, and that his match was a frail, pampered elf-human, Chu Heng was in the middle of leading a crew to raid space pirates. "?!" He immediately rushed back to the Imperial Capital Star, intending to make it clear that he would never honor the marriage agreement and that An Qiao should know better than to refuse to dissolve the match. He pushed open the hospital room door and didn’t even look at him. "Tell me, what will it take for you to agree..." Before he could finish, the man sitting against the headboard, looking cold but with fatigue impossible to hide between his brows, coughed up a mouthful of blood. A sickly flush spread across his pale cheeks. Chu Heng: "..." Never mind. I’ll bring it up later. He was really afraid that one little shock would kill this sickly weakling. ** The whole empire went wild when the central brain released its match list. An Qiao, whose awakening had failed, had actually been matched with the empire’s strongest crown prince, Chu Heng?! Was the central brain malfunctioning or something?! But even more astonishing was how the crown prince seemed like a different person. He had always been impatient with people, yet now even the slightest furrow in An Qiao’s brow had him worried sick. An Qiao had become the empire’s most envied and coveted little parasitic flower. He was useless apart from his looks, yet the crown prince had his back, and he never had to suffer the slightest grievance. Everyone thought they were completely mismatched. The crown prince’s mental instability was getting worse by the day. He needed an elf-human with advanced healing abilities as his crown princess, not a troublemaking parasitic flower like An Qiao. They waited to see An Qiao get rejected by Chu Heng. Then a video of An Qiao on the battlefield during a war was released. The silver-haired elf casually waved a hand, instantly healing a large group of wounded soldiers. He was decisive and ruthless in battle, so powerful and terrifying that all the beastmen backed away in fear. His casual glance was cold and imperious. His pale cheek, marked with a few streaks of blood, was breathtakingly beautiful. Theme: Keep a low profile.