The Sacrificial Maiden Tears Up the Script to Raise the Demon King

My new novel, Why Hasn't My Disciple Killed Me to Prove the Dao Yet?, is now open for preorders. Please click to follow! (Blurb at the very bottom.)

The popular Best Actress Zhen Yining died unexpectedly and became bound to the "Protagonist Aura" System.

Its main job is to sacrifice itself to empower the protagonist's aura and help the protagonist achieve their ultimate wish.

Holding a script that called for her to be sacrificed, Zhen Yining had planned to diligently play the role of a selfless martyr. But when she opened her eyes, she found herself tied over a fire, nearly cooked through and ready to be offered to a wicked dragon in exchange for the captured prince.

Apparently, this was the purest fairy tale ever written.

The heroine gazed at her through tear-filled eyes. "I'm sorry. The prince was captured while saving me, but I can't die, because it would make him sad."

"You're different. You're an orphan, so no one will miss you if you die. You're perfect for this."

As she spoke, she tremblingly added one last log to the fire.

Zhen Yining: ...??? My fists are itching.

What kind of protagonist-aura guardian is this? She's going to take down everyone and knock some sense into the protagonists. She'll tell them: If you're the protagonist, act like one! Whatever you wish for, work hard and make it happen yourself, okay?

Later, Zhen Yining lazily stroked the big villain's hair while watching the protagonists cry and beg for her forgiveness. The System raged, "You're breaking the rules!"

"Did I break character?"

"...No!"

"Did the protagonists achieve their wishes?"

"...Yes!!"

"Did I help the protagonists?"

"...Obviously! You're at the top of the food chain, so everyone has to beg you for help!!!"

Then that's settled. Okay, bye. The next world will be more obedient.

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The Evil Ghost Helps Me Ascend the Throne: A thousand-year-old evil ghost living at the bottom of a well × a princess sent away for a political marriage

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Why Hasn't My Disciple Killed Me to Prove the Dao Yet?

As the leader of the demonic path, Mo Qingyi most enjoyed trampling righteous hypocrites underfoot again and again.

Until one day, she had a dream.

In her dream, she was the great villain in a storybook, while her new disciple was the foremost demon slayer of the righteous path, lying in wait to wipe out the entire demonic sect and personally take her head.

Mo Qingyi looked at her aloof little disciple, who was rubbing her back, and decided to strike first. She threw him into the Mysterious Abyss, a secret realm littered with mountains of bones, to retrieve a treasure that didn't exist.

But half a month later, the little disciple who should have died in the secret realm appeared on her bed, his robes half undone and his long lashes trembling as he spoke with restrained emotion. "Master, I've brought the manual you wanted. This disciple... will help you cultivate tonight."

Wondering what scheme he was up to, Mo Qingyi sneered and picked up the manual. She opened to the first page and froze:

The Hehuan Sect's Ancestral Manual

The little disciple, who should have killed his master to prove the Dao, still hadn't shown his hand. To get him to talk, Mo Qingyi tried every trick in the book.

But when she wanted to wipe out a sect, he set the fires. When she wanted to kill, he handed her the blade. Finally, she tied up his senior sect brother and started in on him right in front of her disciple, but he stopped her with a faint smile.

"Let me do it, Master. Don't let this filthy blood stain your hands."

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In his previous life, after repaying his sect's debt of gratitude, Ji Wuchen's first act was to break through the Void Realm and search for someone who belonged nowhere.

He searched the highest heavens and the deepest underworld, yet could not find the person who should have ascended long ago. All he found was a handful of ashes.

When he opened his eyes again, he resolved to be that one person's sword, striking wherever she pointed. But she kept trying to drive him out of the sect.

At last, on a dark and windy night, Ji Wuchen charged into her bedchamber with his sword...

It was time to find another way to stay.

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