I Did My Best Not to Become a Boss After Death [Infinite]

He Qunqing had a terminal illness and died in his forties. The System sent him back to his youth, resurrecting him in his teenage body. All he had to do was make a guest appearance as a boss. His new body was perfect in every way, except for one tiny flaw: he suffered from his terminal illness for two hours every day. * Back in his teenage years, former athlete He Qunqing did his best to help the players clear the game. But somehow, he was always the one getting framed, slandered, and shoved into the fire. As a young player died, the System said, “Uncle, you can clear the field now. Go get ’em!!!” He Qunqing rose from a pool of blood. The boss’s long, pincer-like horns scraped across the high ceiling, sending white plaster dust drifting down. Its chin lifted coldly, but its scarlet eyes suddenly lowered as the sinners broke into wails. Real Boss He Qunqing: “...” You lot need to explain yourselves. Which one of you is right? * When Jiang Tibai was nine, a man rescued him from a fire. The man’s only family member died in the blaze, and Jiang remembered him sobbing uncontrollably in late autumn. By the time he grew up, Jiang Tibai had seen every ugly face the world had to offer and was sinking into the darkest night. Then, by chance, he met someone who looked a lot like that man: a boy carrying his father’s urn. * At first, Jiang Tibai watched coldly, hoping to see the boy’s face fall into disappointment, despair, and fear after being betrayed. He wanted to see the boy’s eyes filled with hatred and his hands stained with blood. But after watching the other person die before his eyes again and again, Jiang Tibai lost his mind for reasons he couldn’t explain. The only thing he wanted was for that person to live, and for that, he was willing to be the one cleansed of all his sins. * The handsome young man was forced into the Judges’ game. Countless people tried to teach him the evil of human nature, determined to grind him into the dirt. Player A: “Stop sticking your nose in. You’re so naive.” Player B: “Don’t think I’m going to thank you. You’re so naive!” Player C: “Naive... Hey, why’d you collapse?!” He Qunqing: “Sorry, my illness is acting up.” “...You’re terminally ill?! Shit, something’s coming!” He Qunqing: “Uh, wait...” A tremendous force shoved him into the darkness. Sorry, everyone. Ten minutes later He Qunqing silently wiped his hands on his clothes when someone suddenly grabbed him in a fierce embrace. He froze as he heard the person say in his ear: “Don’t be afraid. It’s not your fault.” “???” [Accidentally got the adored-by-everyone plotline: an uncle at heart in a young man’s body] X [Pessimistic, world-weary, distrustful of everything: a foul-tempered, highly intelligent top] * * * Blurb dated 2021.1.20 [Revised repeatedly. The official version and pirated versions are very different. Heart made with my arms] My upcoming novel, My Paper Doll Made Me a God On this continent of slaughter, everyone knows they have a Creator. Only the luckiest among them are granted a sliver of divine power, becoming the gods’ attendants and loyal servants. Then, one day, the Creator came in person. Lu Cheng, pretending to be a servant of the gods: Look at my good boy... Huh? Wh-what?! The protagonist had clearly gone way beyond the usual limits of a villainous turn. After agonizing over it, Lu Cheng decided to return to the protagonist’s most difficult, painful days and help the kid catch up on his homework. * Lu Xi’an was born deep in the continent, in the most mysterious kingdom in the world. He was once the noble and virtuous son of a king. He had a secret: he could hear the voice of the Creator God. He had once heard the god who created him say that he would give him every happiness. And so it came to pass. His life was rich and full. Until one day, he heard the God’s voice again. The God said: [The time has come. He must fall into hell and lose everything.] When his kingdom fell and his family was destroyed, he was filthy and mired in suffering, but every now and then he could still hear the God’s voice. Yet the God always said: [It’s not enough. We’re still far from it. He must suffer even more, much more.] When even his last small happiness was taken away, he finally went mad. He willingly set out on the path to becoming the Demon King who would rule all beings. From then on, his life would no longer be forced along by the Creator’s hand. He would take that god’s hand himself and make his life a spectacular tale of dizzying highs and crushing lows! He would also make the God watch as, in the “rising action, climax, and resolution” of His story, everyone who dared stand in his way turned to dust! In the end, he stood atop the ruins, his feet upon the throne of the gods’ mortal realm. But he still couldn’t see the face of the true victor behind him. Worse, the game was over, and the God was farther away than ever. With a smile, he made his second poisonous vow to bring the world to its knees: I will make the gods fall to the mortal realm. He had anticipated everything, except that it would all begin again. * * * * * * [Lu Cheng’s version of the blurb] Lu Cheng was tired of being a “literary genius,” so he switched to writing web novels to make a fortune. He went from earning twenty cents a month to making millions a year, and business was booming. Just when he was convinced he was the reincarnation of the king of trash talk, the System showed up at his door in the middle of the night, armed to the teeth. System: ...Got it? Whoever has a paper character capable of ruling another world gets to survive. Lu Cheng: Easy. Some time after transmigrating Lu, the failed author, Cheng: H-help! System: What’s wrong? Lu Cheng: ...I can forgive you for making my overpowered hero so young, but why is he the only one who can’t use magic? Everyone else is a Western fantasy magic expert, while my protagonist seems to have stumbled into the wrong story. He’s tragic and gorgeous, but he’s not overpowered at all! Aaaah! System: ...There’s nothing for it. You’ll have to teach him yourself. Lu Cheng: ???? System: Since you’re at a huge disadvantage, let’s make things fair. Pick another one of your own Western fantasy novels, and I’ll merge ten percent of your original worldbuilding into this world. Lu Cheng: ...Are you sure? Some time after Lu Cheng transmigrated again System: H-help! The System finally realized Lu Cheng wasn’t the conscientious author it had taken him for. Lu Cheng: “I also heard...the other Creators are too powerful, so they can’t come down here without throwing the world out of balance. So that means...I’m the only one among the people?” System: “...” I don’t dare answer. QAQ * There was something Lu Cheng hadn’t told the System: somehow, he had read all the novels written by the other competitors. And there was something else he hadn’t told it: he had two systems. One was this damned transmigration-into-a-book system, and the other was the [Repeated Transmigration System]. * * * * * * The first time they met, Lu Cheng thought there was something a little strange about his protagonist. He decided to say a few words to encourage the kid: “Trust me. My instincts have never been wrong. I know you’re the strongest.” Lu Xi’an: “...Mm.” * * * * * * This transmigration is also known as Three Thousand Ways for a Paper Doll to Kill Its Author, A Paper Doll’s Got Endless Tricks and the Author Can’t Keep Up, and My Paper Doll Made Me F***ing Become a God. Weibo: @Chou Gu Mo Dao Theme: Stand by your principles and spread positive energy