Turns Out I’m the Main Character [Book Transmigration]

At eighteen, Jiang Huaili’s life reached a turning point. Before he turned eighteen, he was a prodigy in everyone’s eyes. Afterward, he met his cousin and began to lose everyone’s trust. Bad luck clung to him, and everything he did seemed wrong. Worst of all, the emperor, who had once doted on him, “betrothed” him to Prince Lan, a madman notorious for his cruelty. Meanwhile, his cousin, who had once been utterly unknown and was clearly neither talented nor virtuous, suddenly found success at every turn and became everyone’s darling. His cousin leaned close to his ear and said viciously, “It’s because I’m the protagonist of this world, while you, Jiang Huaili, are just a supporting character and a tool.” Then he met Prince Lan in the palace. The emperor had made him kneel as punishment. Prince Lan had been sneaking a look at him, and Jiang Huaili caught him at it. The supposedly brutal Prince Lan smiled warmly and said, “Just take my hand, and no one will be able to bully you.” Jiang Huaili: “?” The emperor returned in a fury, but when he saw them standing together, he looked utterly confused. “Huaili did nothing wrong. Why did I punish you just now?” Jiang Huaili: “?” Jiang Huaili discovered that the closer he got to Prince Lan, the clearer his world became. Those who had hurt and misunderstood him gradually came to their senses and regretted what they had done. The closer they were, the better it worked. Jiang Huaili: “…” Jiang Huaili had been utterly opposed to the marriage, but he had no choice but to find ways to get close to Prince Lan, kissing and cuddling him to soak up his scent. He even signed a strange document with Prince Lan called a prenuptial agreement, and they got married. Aside from Prince Lan often spouting mad nonsense in front of him, Jiang Huaili’s life really did grow smoother and smoother. Prince Lan ascended the throne and became an emperor who was completely henpecked, while Jiang Huaili became an empress with a hand in court affairs. When a minister suggested that he fill the emperor’s harem, Jiang Huaili replied that he would consider it. At that very moment, rain began pouring from the sky and continued for days. With the downpour threatening to cause flooding, he tried telling the emperor, who was surrounded by black fumes, “You can’t take concubines. The prenuptial agreement says you can’t keep a mistress.” The emperor pressed his lips together to suppress a smile and looked up at the sky. In an instant, the rain stopped and the sun came out. Jiang Huaili pondered this. Jing Lan lived in a world of filth and misery. He wrote his last hopes and dreams into a book. Its protagonist embodied all the goodness Jing Lan longed for but had never had, and he gave the character every good thing he himself lacked. But it was all destroyed by a despicable transmigrator. He pursued him into the book and gave him the world again, along with himself. Unhinged, goofy, slightly tsundere top x cool, gentle bottom with a few tricks up his sleeve Reader’s guide: 1. Updates every night at midnight. 2. Secondhand embarrassment warning. There’s a little logic, but not much. 3. A short, sweet story with only a tiny bit of angst. Please add my next planned story, The Infinite Corpse Collector, to your reading list! 1. The first time Ling Jiangye saw Zhang Shu, all he could make out was the beauty of a man with a missing brain stem. He couldn’t understand how Zhang Shu had survived the horror-game instances. That is, until Ling Jiangye was injured in an instance and looked like he was about to die. Zhang Shu appeared out of nowhere, gazed at him with beautiful, sincere eyes, and swallowed discreetly, his little Adam’s apple bobbing. “Can I have your corpse?” Ling Jiangye: “?” Zhang Shu tilted his head. One corpse after another appeared behind him, all glaring at Ling Jiangye covetously. He politely asked again, “Can I have your corpse?” Ling Jiangye fell silent. 2. Other players locked Zhang Shu and his companion in the morgue. A chilling wind lifted the white sheets covering the corpses. His companion: “My heart’s beating so fast.” Zhang Shu: “Mine too.” They exchanged a knowing glance. His companion said, “One, two, three! Run!” “Ahhh!” His companion sprinted for the door, eyes red with terror. “Ahhh!” Zhang Shu raced excitedly toward the corpses, his face flushed with excitement. “…?” 3. Zhang Shu was pulled into an infinite game in an unknown world. The System announced: “Scan complete. The player’s soul skill is related to corpses.” Zhang Shu, who often dug up corpses and took them home as family, guiltily shifted his eyes halfway around. The System continued: “The player’s game role is corpse collector. His skill is to raise the dead. We hope the player will be a good master to his corpses.” Later, more and more corpses gathered behind Zhang Shu. Most of them were players who had died in the game. They gave him their skills and their bodies, protected him, kept him company, and trusted him without reservation. Only then did he finally understand the purpose and lifelong duty of a corpse driver, as his grandfather had taught him. “Across a thousand miles, I’ll bring you home.” Theme: Everyone is the protagonist of their own life