The Demon Lord Just Wants to Borrow Some Luck

After transmigrating, You Pingsheng struggled to survive from the start in a hellish situation, climbing step by step until he became the Demon Venerable.

The life of luxury, indulgence, and throwing his weight around was wonderful.

Until he discovered that he was actually the main villain in a cultivation novel, destined to be betrayed by his subordinates and die at the hands of the protagonist.

You Pingsheng: ...Had all those years of hard work been for nothing?

He was tired anyway. Why not take the chance to retire?

Unexpectedly, after he went against the plot, bad luck followed him everywhere. He tripped while walking, choked on water, and his weapon jammed at crucial moments.

Even when he found a place to sleep and recover from his injuries, someone fell out of the sky and landed right on top of him.

How was he supposed to live like this?

He lifted his eyelids. His sleepy eyes were as lovely as a misty spring mountain, but his expression was heavy with morning grumpiness. “Fellow cultivator, could you get off me? You broke my ribs.”

“I'm truly sorry.” The man apologized with an utterly innocent face, fumbling over his words. “Unfortunately, I'm penniless and can't compensate you. Why don't you break my ribs too?”

You Pingsheng wasn't angry. He looked up at the man's head and saw...

Purple energy enveloped him, and his luck reached the heavens.

Wasn't this a tonic delivered right to his door?

Ye Yao realized he was being clung to.

At first, he declared righteously, “I'm not into men.”

After learning the truth: ...

Ye Yao left in the middle of the night.

You Pingsheng sighed. “Now I have to find another tonic. What a pain.”

But before long, the man came back of his own accord, his eyes fixed on You Pingsheng and rimmed with red. “I did a hundred good deeds to improve my luck, and you still want to find someone else?”

“Not a chance!”

Retired powerhouse uke x Child of Fortune seme

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"How Does a Sickly Beauty Escape? [Infinite]"

Lou Qinian was terminally ill. At death's door, he was pulled into an escape game.

Danger lurked everywhere, monsters ran rampant, and only a handful of people could struggle to survive.

While everyone else panicked and screamed, his eyes alone shone like stars.

His beauty was like the moon and spring blossoms, peerless and dazzling. Yet he wore a patient's gown, looking frail and pale.

Consumed by desire, someone came close and flirted with him. “Beauty is the cheapest asset here, but even someone like you is a rarity. If you want to survive, you'll have to depend on me.”

Later, Lou Qinian kicked aside the man whose thigh he'd snapped and smiled nonchalantly. “Too bad your life isn't as long as mine.”

Demonic, vivid tattoos. A gloomy castle in the forest. An insane asylum with no way out... While others nervously saved up points, he used his to extend his life. Living on the edge between life and death, he was more comfortable than anyone else.

The only thing that annoyed him was how all sorts of bizarre things kept clinging to him.

A crow cawed hoarsely in the treetops. A cold hand pulled him into a coffin. Lou Qinian rolled over and grabbed the corpse by the throat. “So you're the one who keeps haunting me?”

He looked even more beautiful when he was angry.

The man chuckled, his voice full of longing. “I think of you day and night, asking only for a single glance of favor. Why must you keep me at arm's length?”

“Want me to like you? It's actually not hard.” Lou Qinian smiled faintly. “Give me your life in exchange.”

Mad, sickly beauty uke who kills even gods if they stand in his way x Nonhuman, obsessive, fragmentary seme

A satisfying power fantasy with a universally adored protagonist, one-on-one

Theme: Being abandoned by the world isn't frightening. What matters is helping each other through the darkness.