The Lord of Horror Retires Among the Stars

[A eldritch-horror monster who acts like a sweet tea girl on the outside, bottom, vs. an obsessive beauty who acts like a pure-hearted white lotus, top] To take revenge, Wu Zhaoxue entered a world of terror. After a thousand years, he finally rose to become the Lord of Terror. It became the thing he regretted most in his life. He gained power and took his revenge, but before he knew it, he had been assimilated into a monster. He was the evil everyone feared, the indescribable unknown, terror itself. At last, Wu Zhaoxue found a way to end his own life and escape the world of terror. He was reborn in an interstellar civilization. Here, technology was advanced, life was convenient, and the future was bright. As for him, he was just an ordinary country bumpkin, a victim rescued from a band of space pirates. This was unbelievably lucky! Wu Zhaoxue felt as if he had ascended to paradise. He stayed up all night studying Mastering Human Nature, a book by a female lecturer, and perfected his tea-serving skills. He said goodbye to a past in which everyone feared him and embraced a present in which everyone adored him. The officers he met liked him, his classmates liked him, and even the underlings he took in liked him, though they were awkward about it. The Imperial major general who rescued him from the pirates was especially stupid. No matter what Wu Zhaoxue did, the man became infatuated with him, convinced he was the purest, most innocent little flower, blooming so pitifully that he deserved every good thing in the world. This was practically easy mode! Thinking this, Wu Zhaoxue let his tentacles fly in every direction, happily stirring up trouble across the interstellar civilization and having the time of his life. Someone asked him for a little favor? Sure, he would help out. Very few people knew that the Empire's youngest major general, Xu Yan, had once been born into nobility. His grandfather was framed and imprisoned. His father, unable to bear the humiliation, took his own life, leaving behind only a mentally ill mother. Their once-mighty family fell apart in no time. Xu Yan was not even ten years old. He harbored a grudge, hiding a twisted and long-suffering heart beneath the beautiful exterior of an aloof, untouchable flower. Once, through a stroke of fortune, he tried a lost occult art: feeding an evil being with his own flesh and blood to summon an evil god. ...The evil god really did come, but wasn't nearly as majestic as he had imagined. It seemed that "they" were innocent without even realizing it. That was perfect. No weapon could be more useful. That was what Xu Yan thought at first. The evil god's abilities surpassed his expectations, and his act won the god's pity. All it took was a little guidance from him, and some random truck could crush ants. Everything went so smoothly it seemed unreal. Until one day, Xu Yan accidentally opened the door and walked in on his "delicate flower" eating people. Black threads covered the floor, winding and splitting as they surged out of nothingness and crawled across the space, like countless tiny mouths gnawing at the bloody scene and his field of vision. Wu Zhaoxue froze. Xu Yan forgot to put on a shocked expression, too. Uh-oh. This is awkward. The evil god coldly decided to leave. But the major general grabbed his wrist, eyes red. "What is it? Can't bear to lose your handy weapon?" Wu Zhaoxue's expression was cold. Countless black tentacles crawled out of the shadows and wrapped around Xu Yan's neck, tightening until he could even hear the crunch of severed muscle. "Disgusting, isn't it?" Wu Zhaoxue leaned closer, the corners of his mouth lifting, though there was no smile in his eyes. "Let go, or I'll fill you with even more horrifying things and cut you apart. You won't even understand what's happening..." Before he could finish, Wu Zhaoxue felt his arm, which had collapsed into a mass of tentacles, being slowly stroked by the other man's thumb. The person he was choking was turning an infatuated shade of red. Wu Zhaoxue pulled his hand back as if shocked and stared blankly at him. "...You're not disgusting." The Imperial major general, famous for his beauty, kissed his trembling tentacles with a hoarse voice. "Even if you lose your beautiful face and your lovable personality, even if your whole body falls apart... you're still beautiful." "I love you, my precious monster." # Feel-good power fantasy, plenty of chapters saved up, dive in without worries. The Lord of Terror dominates the game. # Just a little bit of Lovecraftian stuff, not scary at all. # 1v1, emotional healing, they are each other's cure. It's pure love! # Thanks for preordering! I bow to every little angel who preorders! Whoever you are, please support The Lord of Terror Is Enjoying Retirement in the Interstellar Age. (The blurb's staying like this, I'm not changing it anymore. (Bangs head on the floor)) Thanks for preordering! The Little Dragon Descends to the Mortal Realm and Rides on the Emperor's Head (A cute pet sweet treat) The little dragon's parents are both dead, and the other inhabitants of the Heavenly Court bully it. The star officials think it's small, weak, and useless. Whenever people in the mortal world pray for rain by summoning a dragon, they never want to send it down. Without work, it earns no merit. Without merit, it can't grow up. If it can't grow up, it can't get work... The little dragon can't even afford buns, and it's terribly troubled. Just then, it spots an emperor about to sacrifice himself to Heaven. He looks especially handsome! The little dragon's eyes light up. With great effort, it digs out the spirit stones and gold vessels it has been hoarding for three hundred years to bribe a star official and secure the job. Down to the mortal realm, the dragon is here! Country X is beset by one disaster after another. Thousands of miles of land lie barren, and the people are destitute. Three emperors have come and gone in ten years, with no improvement at all. At last, an eccentric from among the people proposes summoning a true dragon with a grand formation to put an end to the calamities. But the price is steep. Legend says a true dragon is as enormous as mountains and rivers, savage, man-eating, and given to debauchery and extravagance. Once summoned, it would demand offerings of thousands of sheep and pigs, as well as the hearts of young boys and the lungs of young girls. It would stir up storms, and its cruelty would be no less than a natural disaster. In the end, the decision rests with the young emperor, who has been on the throne for just over a year. Though he is the new emperor, he was born to a princess of a barbarian tribe and was treated like a servant in the palace. He could not even read. He was not as handsome as the people of the Central Plains, but tall and strong, with deep-set features. When he stood silently in the hall, he was like a mountain that not even three blows could make speak. "We will summon the dragon," he said simply. On the day of the ceremony, the north wind howled. Dark clouds gathered as if some strange spectacle were about to appear. The officials were excited, and the people yearned for it. The executioner raised his blade, about to slaughter the wailing children The tall, strong emperor stepped forward and stopped them, then drew a dagger and plunged it into his own chest. "I'll do it." The ministers were horrified, but they could not stop him in time Golden light pierced through the clouds. A little white dragon swam through the air and landed on the altar. ...It was only as long as a person's arm. (There's no room for the rest, bang my head on the floor!!!) Theme: Hope always comes after despair.