The Great Yin Livestream Escape System

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[Calm, subtly flirtatious amnesiac bottom × outwardly cold, inwardly warm top who churns out sweet nothings]

Fuyu just wanted to be an obscure nobody. But a carefully orchestrated incident sends him into a new world: a live-streamed instance game.

Even someone as composed as him can tell that everything seems to point to one fact: a handsome man, an NPC he knows well, and even a ghost who lowers the knife at his throat at the last moment.

He has lost his memory before.

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A woman's anguished, piercing screams echo outside the bathroom. Bright red blood seeps under the door and touches Fuyu's shoe.

[Hana sent you: 1 roll of toilet paper]

Staring at the roll of pure white toilet paper that has appeared out of nowhere, Fuyu falls into deep thought, trying to figure out how to strangle the woman outside with it.

Ever since arriving, the cool, elegant NPC teacher has gazed at him with soulful eyes. The strangest thing is, Fuyu knows him.

[(Moderator) Taotao: The two of them are real! Kiss him already!!]

Fuyu: ...How strange.

Much later, a tag that had been on the homepage for ages finally came down:

#Top Five Livestreamer on the Popularity Chart Reveals His Secret After a Streaming Mishap#

Clicking it opens a recording. In it, Fuyu ends the stream with his usual cool composure, sits lost in thought for a while, then gently turns his head and calls out in a low, tender voice, "Dar..."

Before he can finish, a long, fair hand reaches into the frame, wraps around him, and lifts him securely into its arms.

The livestream screen goes black.

1. Everything serves the romance, with the plot taking a supporting role.

2. Loads of author-invented settings.

3. Both leads are highly intelligent, but Wei Zi isn't all that bright.

4. Extra-sweet one-on-one romance with a happy ending.

★ Coming next: a romance between two gods, The Reaper Comes Calling. Please add it to your reading list~!

[Overpowered, shameless Matchmaking God × aloof, easily flustered beauty of a Reaper]

Blurb 1:

In the year 2000, a massacre with a hidden agenda sparked an unstoppable calamity. The gods fell and the demons vanished. Those who survived became what people today call "gods."

But mortals are human, while gods neither age nor die. Fearing another calamity, Heaven established a series of administrative departments.

As the saying goes, the Supernatural Affairs Bureau is a brick, sent wherever it's needed.

Whenever a case comes in, Zhou Xianjing is the bureau's brick.

But seriously... He's a Matchmaking God in charge of romantic relationships!

Blurb 2:

Demons ran amok, causing devastating losses.

At the end of one case, his cord failed to tie a match but did ensnare a four-armed monster.

Zhou Xianjing stretched, raised an eyebrow, and said lazily, "So what do we do with this thing? When is that guy getting here?"

Seeing his colleagues stare at something behind him in horror, he regretted hesitating for a second before turning around.

The next moment, a gigantic crescent-shaped scythe, gleaming white, came to rest on his shoulder. At the same time, a man's cool, low voice sounded beside his ear:

"You want to die?"

Meeting the Reaper's cool, exquisite eyes, Zhou Xianjing whistled.

"Nice build. Great ass."

Blurb 3:

"I never said my cord could only bind two sheets of paper and demons, did I?" Zhou Xianjing ties the man's hands behind his back. Ignoring the flush spreading across his pale face, he nuzzles his earlobe with the tip of his nose, as if flirting.

Yu Zhong built a high wall around himself. No one else could get in, and he couldn't get out.

At dusk, the last fading crimson sun was about to sink below the horizon. A tall man stood atop a high-rise that almost reached the clouds and gave him a rose.

Before long, a door appeared in the wall, engraved with Zhou Xianjing's name, a door that only one person was allowed to enter.

Everyone feared the Reaper and called him a devil.

But Zhou Xianjing called him a rose.

[In my barren land, you are the last rose.]

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