The Reincarnation Writers’ Society [Infinite Flow]

[Welcome, author Qian Mo, to the Reincarnation Writers' Society. We detected 100 works of yours with tragic endings. You have earned the talent title "Tragedy Specialist." Loading your beginner instance, The Corpse Puppet Show] Mo Qian died from overwork while typing and found himself in a spooky supernatural infinite-world game. The players here were all authors when they were alive. After death, they had to enter their abandoned stories and clear their levels, but every unfinished story eventually turned into a bizarre horror tale... [Congratulations, author Qian Mo, on clearing the beginner instance. Choose a home world from your 100 works. Countdown: ten, nine, eight...] Mo Qian looked at the hundred high-risk worlds he'd killed off and fell silent. He'd had so much fun killing them off back then, and now he was paying for it! Great, he could finally enjoy all his favorite tragedies to his heart's content! While every player in the Horror Writers' Society trembled with fear, trying to get a happy ending for points, Mo Qian was obsessed with getting a bad ending in every instance. What, a human and a ghost are in love? Then naturally, he'd split them up, make the human remarry, and suppress the ghost beneath the bride's threshold! Other players: Can you please act like a human being? Mo Qian: Bad endings are the most beautiful art in the world~ Jian Bai: My partner is obsessed with inflicting heartbreak, and even wants to do it to himself. What should I do? * A deranged tragedy specialist bottom x a ghostly god, cross-dressing top * Updates daily at 18:00, as often as possible Please add my new novel to your collection: The Priest and the Rose (ABO) After his father died, Vincent inherited a fortune, only to be kicked out by his brother and sister-in-law. Fine, then. He'd sling a painting board over his back, take his pen, and travel the world, until he came across an old church nestled among roses on a hill on a remote island. Was this an artist's dream paradise? And so he approached the only priest in the church... Many years later, the married couple, now skilled at fishing, farming, weaving, winemaking, home repairs, welcoming parishioners, and organizing tours, had this conversation: Vincent: Why did you take me in back then? Father Joseph: Maybe it was because of the roses. Vincent: Fine, I shouldn't have pulled them out to plant potatoes. Father Joseph: It's all right. I have all the roses I need in you. After a falling-out with the Pope, Joseph left the church of his own accord and took over an abandoned church on an island, far from the center of religious power. In the first year, he repaired the church. In the second, he planted a garden of roses. In the third, he welcomed a young man more fragrant and intoxicating than the whole garden. Raising the Dragon God as a Lizard (ABO) Duke Luca traded a child for a rare lizard that was being abused. It had golden eyes and golden scales, but looked half-dead and not at all pretty. The duke had no experience raising pets, but on impulse, he brought the lizard home. A few months later, it was plump and healthy, every scale gleaming. Except... Pet expert: Your lizard... eats pudding and pan-fried lamb chops? And likes wine? Imperial priest: What the hell do you mean, lizard? That's a dragon! Duke Luca: A dragon? (glancing at a certain spot) What's so "dragon-sized" about it? The Dragon God Vilums had always been on the front lines, fighting the demons of the Abyss. After getting hit by an attack, he shrank to the size of a palm, was captured by humans as a rare species, and abused by a human child. The Dragon God took it in stride. He'd lived for thousands of years, so there was no need to hold a grudge against insignificant humans, until someone held him in a pool of sweet, fragrant laurel-scented pheromones... According to the dragon clan's prophecy, the "Purifier" would save the Dragon God from danger and completely defeat the Abyssal Archdemon. So was this human the one? Theme: Warm another person's heart with your own