Reborn as a Little Cockroach

[The main story is complete. The bonus chapters will resume in mid-September.]

[The bottom is a Cuban cockroach, a beautiful little pet roach who has turned into a handsome young roach. A goofy, sugary-sweet story.]

Lin Che was frail from childhood and died of illness at a young age.

The good news: He was reborn, with long legs, lovely antennae, tender wings, and pale skin. Among his kind, he was probably considered breathtakingly beautiful.

The bad news: His “kind” were cockroaches.

Well, fate had shut the door on him and welded the windows shut for good measure.

He had three times as many legs as before, plus a pair of antennae like twin ponytails on his head.

As a beautiful roach, Lin Che also had a handsome human roommate. This roommate seemed to have a special power: every time Lin Che went out, he would appear within ten meters of him with uncanny precision.

And then…

Lin Che fled, the human chased, and Lin Che took off into the air, literally.

Their tiny rented apartment was always abuzz with activity!

After several rounds of vigorous exercise, Lin Che was still stubbornly alive, and the human seemed to have accepted his fate and finally given up trying to kill him.

But, as the saying goes, familiarity breeds affection. The feelings between one human and one roach quietly began to grow in that tiny apartment.

One day, Lin Che received a strawberry from the human and happily made a heart shape with his front legs.

The human: “…?”

He looked utterly shocked.

Lin Che was very pleased. It was time to let the other man know his true identity!

So he typed on the human’s tablet: [I am the Cockroach God]

The human: “??”

His expression was impossible to describe.

Lin Che puffed out his chest proudly:

Tremble, human!

The next moment, someone grabbed him by the antennae and lifted him into the air, spinning him three and a half times before stopping.

The human’s voice was low and ominous. “I knew you weren’t an ordinary cockroach. Show me what you look like as a person.”

Lin Che: “…”

Human, that’s a dangerous thing to be thinking!

Careful, or I’ll dance on your bedside in the middle of the night, you jerk!

·

As a musical theater actor, Pei Jian led a perfectly ordinary life.

That is, until his ordinary life was invaded by a decidedly extraordinary giant roach.

His drab world suddenly turned into a riot of colors… dazzling colors… every color under the sun, including colorful black… the white of Kangfuxin solution… skitter, skitter, skitter…

The tiny giant roach spoke with the weariness of age: “When I first turned into a roach, I once thought about ending it all.”

Pei Jian’s mouth twitched.

Roach: “But then I met you, human. Your love is what helped me molt into a human!”

Pei Jian closed his eyes in pain.

He really didn’t want to remember what it was like to kiss a cockroach!

Just kidding. It was ridiculously sweet, hehe.

Reading guide:

0. The bottom is a Cuban cockroach, a pet roach nicknamed the little green banana fairy roach. Its color is like jade, and it looks especially beautiful after molting into its adult form! I’m serious, trust me!!

1. Steady, gentle, handsome top x a sunny bottom who is sensitive about his species at first, then grows confident and shines brightly

2. The top is a musical theater actor, so the story inevitably includes some musical theater and showbiz content. It’s all made up, and any resemblance is purely coincidental.

3. The character art only features the bottom because I drew it myself, not as a commission. Sorry, I can only draw roaches, not people. It’s not a case of playing favorites, orz.

5. That’s all. Love you all, kisses for everyone.

Coming soon:

A goofy fantasy BL story in the same vein: How to Raise a Moon Demon [ABO]

One day, a fake young master A picks up a stunning but down-on-his-luck noble O, only for O to claim he’s a moon demon from another world, come to the human realm to find his Crown Prince.

Fake young master A: “You’re saying I’m the heir to the Demon Realm?”

Moon demon O: “Yes, Your Highness.”

Fake young master A: “What kind of chuuni nonsense is this? I may not be the real young master, but I could just as well claim I’m Fusu, son of Qin Shi Huang!”

Moon demon O: “No, you’re not Qin Shi Huang’s son. You’re Satan’s son, for short, Satan’s kid.”

Fake young master A: “???”

A classic ABO pairing: a handsome, long-suffering top x a beautiful, chuuni bottom. Exactly my type, hehe.

The blurb is a little long. Check out my author page for details~

Coming soon: Nitrogen-fixing widower fiction, The Widow

The greatest immortal cultivator is a lofty peak, a pillar that steadies the seas.

The greatest of the demonic path is unrestrained, a harbinger of bloodshed.

And yet, when a catastrophe threatened the world, it was the Demon Lord who rose to protect all living things.

The Immortal Lord arrived too late, cradling the Demon Lord’s corpse as tears streamed down his face and blood poured from his mouth.

Only then did the world learn that the greatest cultivator and the greatest demon had once seemed to share a love affair.

With the Demon Lord dead, the demonic sects fell into chaos.

Some saw the greatest cultivator of the immortal path arrive in the thirty-two cities of the Demon Realm with sword in hand, using thunderous force to help the Demon Lord’s disciple claim the throne. Others saw the Immortal Lord wasting away, his face ashen, his sickly frame beyond the reach of even his profound cultivation. The lamp of his life was all but extinguished.

Neither fully immortal nor fully demonic, he gradually became the subject of rumors and doubts.

The Immortal Lord paid them no mind. He passed the sect leader’s seat to his disciple and went alone to an old country estate, conjuring a dummy to keep him company as he planned to lose himself in an endless dream.

What he didn’t know was that, before he had been there long, a rumor had spread throughout the Demon Realm: the Demon Lord hadn’t died after all.

But as luck would have it, he had lost nearly ten years of his memories.

Ten years ago, the immortal and demonic sects were still at each other’s throats, and the greatest cultivator and the Demon Lord were mortal enemies.

*

The Demon Lord, who had traveled here from a hundred years in the past and had only recently awakened, wandered into his own estate and spotted his old nemesis lying on his bed, looking as if he were on the verge of dying.

Good grief, he was hurt so badly. What a sad sight.

The Demon Lord burst into laughter, immediately kidnapped him back to the Demon Palace, and planned to have some fun with him.

Strangely, before he’d even had much fun, the man seemed to have gone mad. He neither stabbed the Demon Lord nor sent word to the immortal sects.

He just sat there in a daze or raved to himself while clutching a memorial tablet. As time went by, he ate and drank as usual, and even put on weight.

The Demon Lord was baffled and couldn’t make sense of it.

When he noticed the man’s belly growing bigger and bigger, his confusion turned to fury.

The last scraps of his reason prompted him to ask his disciple, “This isn’t really the Immortal Lord, is it?”

Disciple: “…I’ll just sit here and watch you dig your own grave.”

Theme: Live bravely.