After Being Sacrificed to the Devil

[This novel is complete. My new novel, Her Penrose, is now available.]

Blurb [Lighthearted Version]: An Bai transmigrated into a book, and not just any book, but a Western fantasy novel.

In the original story, the innocent and sweet heroine, Amber, was sacrificed to the devil. Chosen by the gods, her mission was to cast the sinful devil into the Lake of Sulfur and make him suffer the scorching heat of its lava for all eternity.

Who could have imagined that she would fall for the incredibly seductive devil, Orpheus? And, swayed by malicious words, she would set him free. Betrayed, the devil flew into a rage and reduced the empire to ashes, leaving its people to suffer.

An Bai vowed that after transmigrating into the book, she would behave herself: she wouldn’t bring trouble to the common people or play the self-sacrificing saint, and she’d make sure to be the devil’s perfect little sweetheart.

But when she lay on the sacrificial altar, filled with grand ambitions to win the devil over, and was carried off to his palace by a messenger of the night, she realized things weren’t quite as she’d imagined.

No one had told her that this devil wasn’t a literary metaphor. He was a living monster, with enormous membranous wings, blood-red horns, and dark golden slit pupils, radiating an icy aura!

An Bai: I quit! Mom, help, QAQ!

The Devil: Looks like this pet won’t be easy to raise. (Pondering)

[Overwrought Version]:

This is a lost kingdom, forgotten by the gods and the only one to worship the devil.

The red-haired girl sacrificed to the devil was born on a night bathed in silvery moonlight. Her lips were rose-red, her skin as white as mutton fat, her cheeks as pink as cherries, and her clear, limpid eyes a tender blue like moonstones.

The violet moonlight shone softly, illuminating the altar. Ancient, mysterious chants and devout worshippers led the messenger of the night on his way.

Wrapped in darkness, the girl stepped into the devil’s palace. Was it the abyss into which she willingly fell, or the beginning of his seduction?

Those dark golden slit pupils had long held a deeper meaning.

[Tsundere, scheming, seductive devil] X [Witty, multiple-personality chatterbox girl]. My dear readers, please add it to your favorites if you like it!

[Blurb for my new novel, Her Penrose. Please add it to your to-read list!]

[Obsessive, possessive, clingy, highly intelligent alien monster who seems innocent but is secretly ruthless] X [Hot-tempered, looks-obsessed, extraordinarily strong human investigator]

As a pure-blooded human investigator in DN-18, Xin Ran’s daily work is to join her modified-human teammates in wiping out hidden insect and beast clans, as well as invading alien species.

During one mission, she unexpectedly found a human boy in an alien laboratory, submerged in a huge transparent tank of nutrient fluid with all kinds of tubes running into his body.

His pitch-black eyes were clear and innocent. In this filthy apocalypse, he seemed as untouched as a newborn.

Under pressure and enticements from her superiors, Xin Ran, the only pure-blooded human in the district, had no choice but to reluctantly take on the thankless task of adopting the little brat.

She even named him Penrose, meaning a staircase of paradoxes.

It wasn’t long before Xin Ran found herself at her wit’s end.

Will someone tell her why this guy is so clingy and loves to act cute, and why he keeps putting on that innocent expression?!

At mealtime: “Sis, I want you to feed me...”

When it’s time to turn out the lights and sleep: “Sis, can I sleep in your arms? I’m afraid of the dark...”

When she’s heading out on a mission: “Sis, I want to come with you...”

Giao! I quit being a babysitter!

So, on a dark and windy night, Xin Ran resolutely decided to abandon the kid. But before she could react, she found herself tied to a chair.

The little boy who usually cried and clung to her had transformed right before her eyes into a tall, slender alien male, with skin far too pale and an extraordinarily handsome face.

He knelt on one knee, his pitch-black eyes fixed on her and shining brilliantly with a sick, delirious joy. His magnetic, bewitching voice carried a possessive lilt as he chuckled and said:

“Sis, you can’t leave me.”

Good grief, what kind of monster did I raise?!

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