How a Retired God of Death Won the Port Mafia Boss's Heart

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[Transmigrate into a Book] The Whole World Thinks I'm a Man: Strong, Tragic Female Lead x Handsome, Poor Male Lead

Blurb One:

Gu Xueli suspected that transmigrating into a book had been a complete waste of time.

With this handsome, bright-eyed, heroic male lead's face, she looked at the plot in her hands: armed with a System, the protagonist would rise to become the foremost Venerable of the demonic path, then enjoy the company of beauties on both arms and a life of endless pleasure. Gu Xueli was utterly bewildered.

Was Heaven really messing with her?

Sure, when a girl is handsome enough, boys don't stand a chance, but she really wasn't a man!

Blurb Two:

Gu Xueli had forced her way through the male lead's plot and built perfect friendships with all the lovely ladies. She never dreamed that one day they'd confess to her in every way imaginable.

The ladies she'd thought were just her best friends all believed she was the perfect man. They lined up to offer her their bodies, hearts, and spirit stones.

If it were only the ladies, that would be one thing. The most terrifying part was that even her male best friend wanted to force her into a romance with him.

Hello? Where's the eye doctor? There's a whole crowd of patients here who need treatment.

After discovering that blindness was incurable, Gu Xueli thought: My System is still the best. It may not be human, and it may be a little ugly, but at least it's not blind. It'd be even better if it could stop giving things away all the time.

Male Lead: I thought I was a System after I lost my memories, but I'm actually a person! And look at all the things I picked up. They're treasures!

Looking at the huge pile of garbage the System had brought back for her, Gu Xueli fell silent...

Blurb below:

After working hard for the government for five years, Mao Li Zongzhi finally thought he could retire.

He hadn't even received his pension when the damn government ran off with the retirement money meant for the Saniwa.

The swords and foolish foxes of the citadel were left behind as collateral. What was a Saniwa supposed to do?

The swords he forged would have to earn their own keep.

You're all grown swords. Even if you're only five years old, you need to learn to take care of yourselves!

It would be selfish for the Saniwa alone to admire the swords' stunning beauty. Everyone should get to admire them!

And so, the boy band that would later take the world by storm was formed!

As for the man the Saniwa casually managed to win over?

Not important, not important.

A certain man surnamed Mori: I think I'm important! I have something to say, [Bleep!]

Unimportant people don't get a say.

Pairing: The well-known, unnamed Mr. Mori, who gets put through all kinds of torment.

P.S. This author doesn't want to be human. She just wants to be a demon.

Theme: Pursuing fairness and justice