I Crashed and Burned After Courting the Chaste Boss [Infinite Flow]

[I'm back after a year to finish this! Updates may be irregular, but I'll do my best to see it through to the end!] Ye Wangque received a game installation package and unexpectedly got dragged into a game where his life was the stake. The world inside the game was full of danger, and the only hope of survival was to uncover the truth hidden beneath the surface. But Ye Wangque was a weakling with an F in both strength and speed. He knew he would be killed on the spot the moment he entered a dungeon. To stay alive, he had no choice but to pretend to be an innocent, naive romantic and cling to the boss for protection. And so... A mountain village crawling with ghosts, a thorny cage that fed on people, an abandoned high school where it was impossible to tell the living from the dead, a religious tribunal ravaged by plague... While everyone else struggled to stay alive and search for clues to clear the dungeons, he risked life and limb cuddling up to the bosses to win their favor. Ye Wangque inside the dungeons: I'm willing to do anything for you. Ye Wangque outside the dungeons: Ha. A clueless jerk like you doesn't deserve love. / After clearing every dungeon, Ye Wangque finally got the chance to leave the game. At last, he wouldn't have to live in fear, play both sides, solve puzzles, and fight ghosts every day. Ye Wangque happily dusted himself off and ran, only to be caught by the game ruler who had been hiding behind the scenes all along. ??? Who are you??? Seriously, I was only acting to stay alive. How did you take it seriously? Let's talk this out. Don't hit me!!! OS: The love interest isn't human. The roleplay isn't a split personality. 1v1. The protagonist isn't exactly an upstanding person. He recklessly flirts with the love interest, then ends up getting himself tangled up. Be warned. An unconventional infinite-flow story, with equal emphasis on plot and romance. Cover artist: Daodao; font design: Master Sha Gu The protagonist is clever and loves to take risks. He doesn't have a script that makes everyone adore him and lets him win without lifting a finger, just a death flag that goes off whenever he messes up. Cold, abstinent, and pure-hearted virgin supreme god male lead x wild, shameless protagonist who dances right on the edge Please add my next book, The Frail Beauty Doesn't Want to Clear His Name, to your reading list! A pampered young master, raised in luxury from childhood, arrived at the illustrious Taixu Sect. The young master was as beautiful as a celestial being, but was born without a spiritual root and was so frail he couldn't even withstand a single sword aura. Everyone thought he would be sent back down the mountain within half a day. But on the very night he arrived, the ancestor of the Taixu Sect, who had sworn never to emerge again, came out to greet him. The famous Demon Emperor and Ghost King arrived bearing gifts, and eight golden dragons rose from the sealed depths of the Abyss of Nine Dragons, carrying a coffin. The young master was innocent and naive. Born frail with a perilous fate, he had joined the immortal sect only to beg for a few more years of life. Yet every immortal, demon, and ghost who appeared before him treated him with tenderness, eager to cherish him and suffer in his place. / A thousand years ago, a catastrophe shook heaven and earth. Gods and demons rose together, the Heavenly Dao collapsed, and all living beings suffered. After the catastrophe, people knew only that Master Qingjing of Mount Lingxu had colluded with the ghost clan for fame and died when his cultivation dissipated. They did not know that on the night he died, his hair was as white as snow. He had broken his immortal bones, destroyed his spiritual root, and taken his own life beneath the Abyss of Nine Dragons, trading his life for a thousand years of peace for the world. Nor did they know that across those thousand years, the snow had fallen again and again over Qingping Cove. Beneath the Abyss of Nine Dragons, someone gathered the remains of the dead and built a cenotaph, gouged out his heart, broke his bones, and sacrificed half his cultivation, all to bring back a wisp of an old friend's soul. Theme: Even in the abyss, there is light and hope