Yan Chen accidentally falls into his own reverse-harem fanfic, armed with the script of a spectacular scumbag gong. His targets include, but aren't limited to:
A ruthless, vengeful nemesis from the demon realm,
A cold master who has renounced love and never hesitates to strike with his sword,
A seemingly gentle junior who hides a dark, cunning side behind his smile... and more.
Yan Chen: I'm sweating buckets...
To stay alive, he studies The Self-Cultivation of a Casanova and diligently plays the scumbag gong, hoping to finish the mission soon, fake his death, and make his escape.
Just as he's about to wrap things up
The System, missing for years, suddenly springs back to life: [Host! It's such a relief to see you're still alive!]
Yan Chen: [What? Try wishing me well for once.]
He rattles the black iron shackles around his wrist. [The harem drama's been exciting enough, right? The mission's complete. Can I go back now?]
The System: [Uh, well...]
The System: [Due to an unknown error, you returned to reality a long time ago. The people you seduced were all the real deal...]
Yan Chen: ?
Before he can think it through, thunder crashes, revealing a figure who has been standing silently in the room for who knows how long. The man who has kept him prisoner is incomparably handsome, a faint smile still on his lips, but his gaze is icy as his fingers slowly tighten around Yan Chen's neck. "After all the terrible things you've done..."
His low, husky voice brushes Yan Chen's ear, gentle yet dangerous. "Have you still not thought about how to make it up to me?"
Yan Chen freezes, his mind utterly blank.
So, to sum up the situation: he mistook all the real people around him for targets in his fanfic, then went around doing whatever he pleased and treating them like trash. Right?
Yan Chen: .
Yan Chen: I have no idea how to survive this...
Later, Yan Chen's hands are bound in chains and his eyes covered with white silk. In the darkness, he hears footsteps drawing near, then feels a pale hand gently settle on his head.
"After everything that's happened..."
The man gently strokes the red marks on Yan Chen's wrist and gives a quiet laugh. "Is there really nothing you want to say to me?"
Yan Chen goes rigid.
But the torment he expects never comes.
Instead, a cold, obsessive kiss lands on his forehead.
"Never mind. Lie to me all you want, or never have feelings for me at all."
The man's voice is low and husky, filled with an inescapable, almost maddening fixation. "Now, you are my creation..."
"You belong to me."
"You belong only to me,"
"You can belong to no one but me."
Yan Chen is stunned.
Only now does he realize that even after returning to reality, his damn seduction mission may actually have succeeded?
And now, walking straight toward him, is the strongest, completely deranged true ghost in history, brought into being by his own hand.
1. The gong is split into three incarnations, then they merge into one.
2. Yan Chen is the shou, the shou, the shou!
3. There will be an earth-shattering harem showdown and some deliciously painful misunderstandings. If that's not your thing, just hit the X.
Theme: Keep your feet on the ground and stay true to one another. Only then will the light of righteousness shine on everyone.
After Being Reborn, I Became God's Frail White Moonlight
Playing a Survival Game with the God of Creation
The Whole World Ships Me with President Bai
I Picked Up a Big Shot Without Even Trying
My Rival in Love Has Secretly Loved Me for Eighteen Years [Reborn]
Those Years I Cultivated the Demonic Path for the Protagonist [System]