An Unprofessional White Moonlight [Quick Transmigration]

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What is a white moonlight? It's the one who occupies your every thought, the one you can never have, the embodiment of everything beautiful and desirable, like sand slipping through your fingers no matter how hard you try to hold on. No matter how low they stoop for love, groveling like ants in the dirt, the moon hanging high in the sky will never descend to earth.

White Moonlight System: This is your mission. Make them fall in love with you, go crazy for you, and offer you everything they have. Finally, remember this one thing: don't get lost in any world. I don't need a partner who is lost in romantic love.

Lang Xi: Don't worry, I'm a professional!

Later, the White Moonlight System discovered that its Host wasn't exaggerating in the slightest when he said he was a professional. He really was a professional, a damn professional! So professional that he might as well have carved the words "forever out of reach" into his targets' DNA!

Different worlds, familiar feelings, familiar mosaics.

Looking at the target's corruption value, red enough to bleed, and the locked "Leave World" button, the System slowly blew out a smoke ring. My Lang, what surprises do you still have in store for me?

The author's note in Chapter One contains detailed content warnings. Must read!

A story centered on a heartthrob. The protagonist is stunningly beautiful and utterly unfeeling, a fickle flirt with incredible acting skills, so good he can even fool the System. That's exactly what I like.

Different worlds, different love interests, all kinds of corrupted tops. The crazies differ by type, not by degree. No splitting.

No arguments. If you curse at me, I'll pretend I didn't see it. I'm a coward, after all (and proud of it).

^Coming next: How to Hide My Absurdly Unscientific Secret Identity

Written in third person.

I was an ordinary person who had lived an ordinary life for over twenty years beneath the scientific and glorious Five-Star Red Flag. I thought the next few decades would pass just as ordinarily. But I never imagined that one day I'd wake up and find a panel visible only to me, showing all sorts of strange creatures every day.

Demons, angels, mermaids, monsters, elves, vengeful spirits...

As a rational adult, my brain told me not to risk everything by touching them out of curiosity. It would surely cause an irreversible upheaval in my peaceful life.

But this cold world told me that running away was shameful and useless.

Right now, I have three pairs of pure white wings behind me. Every time I smile, holy light rains down, and I'm constantly filled with compassion for all living beings. That would be bad enough, but now, instead of thinking about getting off work early to go home and play video games like the wage slave I used to be, I can't stop thinking about how to bring peace to the world, end war, and build a better society...

I hear that tomorrow I'll have two huge black wings on my back and be something called a demon

I'm tired of this. Let's just destroy the world.

Theme: Even when your outward appearance changes, don't lose your true self. Stay true to your heart, and you'll see things through to the end.