The Sickly Beauty Loves Living Off Others [Infinite]

[Latest complete novel: Pretty Succubus Sheds Tears as He Plays the Top in Quick Transmigration. A huge backlog, ready to binge!] Qiu Baiyi was born frail and sickly, panting after every few steps. The doctor said he wouldn't live past twenty. Perhaps to make up for it, he was blessed with a face so beautiful it could put the moon to shame. Then, in the year he turned twenty and prepared to welcome death, the world underwent a cataclysmic change. A bizarre live-action horror game descended, and Qiu Baiyi was unfortunately dragged into it. ---He was going to die soon anyway. It didn't matter where he died, right? With that pessimistic thought, Qiu Baiyi stood out among countless terrified and desperate players. He might not even have realized that he was attracting a crowd of admirers without meaning to. Including, but not limited to: players, NPCs, and... the creatures of the abyss. Everyone thought Qiu Baiyi wouldn't survive a single game. He looked so frail, as if a gust of wind could knock him over. And yet, Qiu Baiyi managed to survive every time. It just made no scientific sense. Qiu Baiyi nodded perfunctorily. "True. Does living off others count?" Living off his teammates √ Living off the NPCs √ Living off the creatures of the abyss... √ Reader's guide: 1. The protagonist is adored by everyone: frail, stunningly beautiful, and doted on by all. He flirts without realizing it, with arrows pointing at him from every direction. 2. CP: Lord of the Abyss × the official partner × human|outer|tentacles. They looped a chain around their own neck, then handed the other end to Qiu Baiyi. 3. One-on-one, both are each other's first. No switching or breaking them up. Please don't be a troll. Let's keep things civil. Kisses. 4. This novel is set on a fictional Earth in a parallel world. Please don't compare it to reality. Saved on 2022.10.26 ---New novel coming soon. Visit the author's page and add it to your collection!--- I Was Mistaken for a God, and It's So Hard for Me Synopsis: [Main text in third person] You transmigrate to the future, to a spacefaring era. Your family is poor, and there are two little mouths at home waiting to be fed. As the eldest, you have to take care of your younger siblings. Your parents? You sift through your memories, but there's nothing about them. You don't know whether they disappeared, died, or abandoned you. Soon, you put that question aside because something more urgent is at hand: you're penniless, and your family is so poor you're about to go hungry! Frowning, you walk down the street and spot a bar hiring a bartender, an amusement park hiring people to wear mascot costumes, a dessert shop hiring trainees, and a nightclub hiring male escorts... Aren't these all jobs that can make money? ---There's no shame in any honest work. As long as it pays, that's what matters. But why do people keep coming up to you and saying things you can't understand? Following you is one thing, but why are they trying to lay hands on you? Fortunately, you're good at fighting. This planet's public safety situation is worrying. While working part-time as a bartender: You roll up your black sleeves, revealing a well-defined forearm, fair and glowing beneath the warm yellow lights. Your long, slender fingers, with their prominent bones, hold a clear glass. A little water clings to your fingertips, glistening and wet, making people want to lick it away. In the darkness, countless throats seem to swallow. While handing out flyers in a mascot costume at the amusement park: You take off the rabbit mascot head. Your black bangs are slightly damp, sticking to your cheek. Your eyes are as cool and distant as the night. While working as a trainee at the dessert shop: You lower your eyes, focused on the creation taking shape in your hands. Light falls from above, casting shadows on either side of your high nose. The surrounding noise gradually fades into silence. While working as a male escort at the nightclub: ...Your hand trembles. Why are all your clients men? A mysterious figure has appeared in the Aien Empire. He has black hair and black eyes, and his expression is always cool and detached. His gaze seems to look down on everyone, as if nothing matters to him. More importantly, his psychic power is so strong that even S-rank special forces soldiers tremble before him. No one knows where he came from or what he wants. Everyone sent to approach him has failed without exception. All they can do is observe him in secret first. They watch him go in and out of bars, amusement parks, dessert shops, nightclubs, and all sorts of places every day... Working? No, no, there must be some deeper meaning behind all this that they don't know about. You: ...??? Reader's guide: The protagonist seems like a cool, aloof heartthrob adored by everyone, but inside he's a money-grubbing goofball. He's covered in arrows pointing at him, right at the center of them all. Includes the cultivation-style misinterpretation trope, secret identities, and a love battlefield. His secret identity won't be exposed, his protagonist aura won't fade. Extremely overpowered and adored. CP undecided. There is a System, but it doesn't play a major role. Theme: After enduring hardships and overcoming challenges, the truth will be revealed, and a beautiful tomorrow will surely come.