The Whole World Wants to Claim the World's Most Hated Person [Quick Transmigration]

The blurb is below. Please add my upcoming novel, *The Universally Hated Man Who Deludes Himself Into Thinking He Is Loved*, to your reading list! After killing the thousandth mission-taker who had fallen for him, the world You Zhu lived in was classified as an SSS-rank, impossible-to-conquer world. The Bureau decided to recruit this boss, who should have been erased. "Every mission-taker is irreplaceable. You need to prove your charm by winning over the coldest person in this world." "Your identity is that of someone the whole world despises. You suffer from erotomania, skin hunger, and delusions of being loved... You yearn for men like a stalker, a wretched person driven by desire." An unfamiliar flutter burned from his heart through every limb. He deluded himself into thinking he was loved, imagining being embraced, kissed, possessed, and torn apart. "I see." The beauty's cheeks flushed. His gray eyes wandered as he slowly licked his snow-white knuckles. Interesting. Later. "Don't rush to fake your death and leave! The Child of the World truly loves you. Why not stay and spend more time with him..." "?" The desire and love had faded, leaving only the young man's cold gray eyes. "Are you crazy, or am I? I hate it most when someone loves me." World One: The Vile, Scheming Fake Young Master (Complete) World Two: The Rotten-Core Black Moonlight (Complete) World Three: The Hypocritical, Jealous Immortal Venerable (Complete) ◆ The beloved bottom is charming, manipulative, and a heartbreaker. Everyone with a pulse loves him. ◆ 1v1, happy ending *The Universally Hated Man Who Deludes Himself Into Thinking He Is Loved* Sang Yu was a fake young master despised by everyone. The real young master hated him for stealing his identity. His childhood friend disliked his selfish, willful nature. His parents and older brother resented him for separating them from their own flesh and blood. Eventually, Sang Yu got what was coming to him and was hit by a car. He was reborn on the day before the real young master returned. This time, Sang Yu quickly accepted his identity as someone everyone hated. Everything was fine, except for a few little problems with his mind. He had dissociative identity disorder and delusions of being loved. In his fantasies, the person he was dating was the real young master who hated him. Every day, the man disgustingly called him his wife, as though he couldn't bear to be apart from him for even a second. His childhood friend, who despised him, eagerly placed all his most treasured possessions in Sang Yu's hands, hoping to become his dog. His older brother, who looked down on him, harbored a forbidden love for him and pursued him as a shameless homewrecker, heedless of all morality. They didn't hate him. They loved him to the point of obsession, indulging his every bit of spoiled, willful, unreasonable behavior. The exact opposite of reality. It was so humiliating, so socially mortifying. Sang Yu didn't dare let anyone know he was ill, so he could only force himself to ignore the hallucinations. He pretended not to see the real young master reaching for his hand, threw his childhood friend's gifts straight into the trash, and couldn't help showing his brother a look of disgust. It was all fake anyway. Sang Yu kept the reality of being universally hated firmly in mind and tried to respond in the most appropriate way. Only when alone with his hallucinations did he dare relax and stop keeping himself so tense. He wrapped his arms around the real young master's neck during his suffocating kisses, smiled as he opened the love letter his childhood friend had given him, and accepted his brother's confession. After a while, he realized his hallucinations were becoming stranger and stranger. Every one of them seemed more mentally ill than he was. At last, Sang Yu couldn't take it anymore and went to see a doctor. The doctor said he didn't have dissociative identity disorder. Being loved wasn't a delusion. [1v1, real x fake] Theme: Even at your lowest point, never give up hope