A Grumpy Slacker, the Ultimate Nihilist

* Short-tempered, world-weary powerhouse * Original title: After Becoming the Big Brother to the Protagonists A lazy, listless yet genuinely badass heroine gets the wrong script and stumbles into a world crawling with overpowered protagonists, where she becomes a disposable side character. Her old master, a seasoned couch potato, hands Yan Chuan a scroll titled "A Complete Guide to Friends and Frenemies." "These are my old friends. When things get tough, you can use them as scapegoats." Yan Chuan opens the battered paper: an old master smith who spends every day fleeing for his life, a poor and down-on-his-luck sword cultivator with a fatherly streak, and an antisocial alchemist with human bones in his furnace... Yan Chuan falls into deep thought. ...To become a big shot, do you first have to call yourself a couch potato? The overpowered protagonists look down on everyone. Disdainful of the disposable side character, they blast the little mountain where she was sunbathing, right next to Lishu Mountain. At the summit sword conference, Yan Chuan takes on 128 elite disciples single-handedly and wins herself a mountain closest to Lishu Mountain. The overpowered protagonists find all sorts of ways to kneel. Yan Chuan slowly wipes her long sword and says coolly, "From now on, we're good neighbors." Years later, Yan Chuan single-handedly crushes the hypocritical righteous sects and tramples the demonic path. Inch by inch, she reclaims a pure land for humanity. The righteous and demonic paths obediently give up their most comfortable, peaceful peak for the number one swordswoman, who likes to call herself a little couch potato, so she can sunbathe. The overpowered protagonists go from doggedly trying to suppress her, to struggling to keep up, and finally to gazing up at her in silence. With the scheming hypocritical righteous sects toppled, they start building careers and founding sects. When recruiting disciples, they speak sincerely and pound their chests in assurance: "Daoist Yan, the number one swordswoman, is my big brother!" After taking this many beatings, surely it's fair to call ourselves her underlings! The great antagonist, who in his previous life shared the world with the children of destiny, is reborn in the body of Yan Chuan's junior fellow disciple. Yan Chuan narrows her eyes at this turncoat. He stands obediently beside her, smiling. "Senior Sister, please don't hold back with me." [Preparing a simultaneous release: She's Beyond Humanity. See below for the blurb. There are other completed works and upcoming stories in my author page, all waiting for a home. Adopt one before you go! (>ω] Every story features a nonhuman heroine and a human hero. -- Story One: [The Fourteen Finger Bones], eldritch horror -- The evil god has misplaced Their fourteen finger bones. My blindly obedient, insane, foolish followers, one of you stole them. Eldritch heroine vs. fanatical, unhinged priest /You, corrupted believer, the god is watching you/ -- Story Two: [The Silent Siren], deep-sea monster -- As people conquered the oceans, they were always accompanied by fear. It was as if the moment they left solid ground, they lost their courage as well. Siren: a name people gave to every monster in the ocean. A human face on a bird's body, a human body with a fish's tail, a human head with eight claws. On a stormy night, the duke sailed through those waters. The figurehead, carved to ram enemy ships, depicted a siren with a human body and two tails. Lightning flashed a ghastly white across the sea, and in that instant, he saw the real sirens. They floated on the water or clung to reefs with their claws, gazing into the distance, then turned their necks to look at the great ship. Their expressions were cold and inhuman, yet their eyes seemed to brim with tears. Their mouths hung half open, then slowly closed. Sirens could not bewitch people beneath the lightning. The great ship sailed through the towering waves, and the sirens vanished beneath the sea. Only one remained. She followed alongside the ship, her cold gaze fixed on the figurehead, the double-tailed siren carved from a massive tree trunk. The duke murmured, "Do you think she's curious?" The first mate said nothing. The deck fell silent. The duke broke the long silence. "Capture her." -- Story Three: [Medusa's Shield], snake woman -- The shields of the expeditionary army were all engraved with Medusa's face, in the hope of gaining the power to intimidate their enemies. As it turned out, humans could not borrow courage from monsters. Their army broke, and the victors pursued them relentlessly. The battlefield's severed limbs and blood drew a monster: a snake woman. A knight fell from his horse into a pool of blood, watching his enemies and comrades turn into stone statues. The snake woman slithered toward him, and he instinctively raised his shield. There was no Medusa on it. A lark was carved into the center. She seemed to make a faint sound, like an insect or a fledgling. It was something she had never seen before. The towering monster stopped. She took his shield, held it up for a moment, then turned and slithered away. Her thick tail swept across the grass, dragging the knight along. Other stories to be decided later. Theme: Helping one another, unity and friendship.