I Became a God After Breaking Character [Book Transmigration]

[Complete] Please check out my upcoming novel, My Legends Are Everywhere in the World of Magic! Xiao Jianqing, a mighty sword cultivator infamous throughout the immortal realm, was ambushed while undergoing tribulation and struck by heavenly lightning into a modern urban cultivation angst novel, where he became the love interest standing in for the protagonist gong's true love. The stand-in is gentle and timid, a pretty face with no backbone, someone anyone can bully. But if Xiao Jianqing plays the part well, he can repair his meridians as quickly as possible and take up his sword again. Xiao Jianqing: Act, act fast, hurry up and finish this so I can go back to cultivating immortality. As he diligently followed the plot, Xiao Jianqing gave the character a whole new interpretation. Gentle: When people gave him a hard time and set him up, he kindly and warmly dismantled the swindler's mountain gate with his bare hands. Timid: Taken hostage by a demon, he said he was afraid with a perfectly blank expression, then casually sent the demon flying. Pretty face: When a great demon suddenly appeared in the city and everyone was in danger, he calmly drew his sword and performed a beginner's sword form. In the next instant, swordlight swept three thousand miles, wiping out every evil spirit. The villainous victims wailed in anguish: You know you're going out of character, right?! A huge boost to his meridian-repair progress came through. Xiao Jianqing politely thanked them. "Not at all, not at all." Another perfectly ordinary day of working as a professional stand-in. The protagonist gong gazed at the white-haired sword cultivator before him, his expression unreadable. A few days later, an anonymous post appeared on the forum: My partner only cares about cultivating immortality and doesn't care about me. What do I do? Waiting for an answer, urgent. [Reading Guide] An overpowered sword-cultivator shou x a domineering CEO gong with a slightly dog-like personality and an imagination that runs wild The gong has no old flame and never treated the shou as a substitute. This will be explained in detail. The original idea dates to 2020.12.17, and I have a screenshot. I've adjusted the blurb and the premise. If you don't like the current direction, feel free to remove it from your collection. [Upcoming novel: My Legends Are Everywhere in the World of Magic! Blurb below] Two thousand years after his death, Messiah was reborn. He became the last summoner, not yet even in office and already on the verge of starving to death. Summoner: a long-obsolete, bottom-tier class. Summoners can't change classes and have no attack power of their own. They can only rely on summoned creatures to fight for them. Their spells last only a short time and consume a great deal of energy. Unless they possess a specific token, they can't even summon the dog guarding the village entrance. In short, a useless class. Messiah, dismissed as a worthless summoner, studied the summoning scroll before him, thoughtful. A token or conviction belonging to a powerful dead person...? He might be perfectly ordinary, but he'd known quite a few people two thousand years ago. * Evil runs rampant and natural disasters ravage the Wilds, making it the hardest territory on the continent to govern. No one believed the new lord, a summoner, could change things. The lord is so frail he can't even summon an animal. All he has around him is a group of colorful glowing orbs. He can't carry or lift a thing, and he knows nothing about the unwritten rules for surviving in the Wilds. No matter how you look at it, it's hopeless. The residents counted down the days, waiting to collect the body of this beauty who looked as if a breeze could knock him over. But little by little, wherever the frail lord went, the moment the chants of summoning magic rang out, evil spirits scattered, herds of ferocious beasts cowered and trembled, and proud mages bowed their heads in humility. The Wilds began to flourish, leaving its former despair behind. The once-ruined territory prospered. Residents: Huh? * As Messiah's territory grew rich, neighboring nobles sent their armies with ill intent, hoping to seize this fine land. As for its lord... He was just a worthless summoner left behind by the times. Even an apprentice mage could make him kneel and beg for mercy. Taking him out would be a piece of cake! But before they could even enter the Wilds, they encountered... A great mage chanting a spell, a fire dragon spreading wings that blotted out the sky, and the greatest ruler in the empire's history drawing the holy sword and leading a deadly charge alongside undead knights. The nobles' armies instantly broke ranks and fled. And where no one could see, those terrifying legendary beings put away their blades and flames, then bowed deeply before a sickly young man with golden hair. "Your Highness, you're home." Theme: If you hold on to your convictions, your wishes will eventually come true