Irreverent blurb:
I'm unlucky. I died on the eve of my eighteenth birthday.
Heaven took pity on me and gave me a chance to come back to life--
I was bound to a little convenience store, and if I hit my sales target, I could come back to life on the spot.
The good news: The store connects to countless worlds. Opening its doors is like opening a mystery box, and I even get free luxury tours of those worlds!
The bad news: Every time I go on one of these "trips," I'm almost certain to die.
Shaking with fear after learning the truth, I decisively chose to be a homebody shopkeeper who "waits for rabbits to run into a tree stump."
I thought this was a golden finger, but it turned out to be a huge trap.
Dense fog blanketed the land, and all was silent.
The dilapidated shop stood in the middle of nowhere. No customers, no business, not a soul in sight.
After a few days of this, I had an epiphany: Maybe dying wasn't such a big deal after all.
To attract customers, I was forced to start "traveling the myriad worlds," handing out flyers to anyone I came across.
Convenience Store Flyer:
Still struggling with money, beauty, health, longevity, or finding a loved one?
Spirit Emporium, a magical little store where your wishes come true.
Wealth and power, breathtaking beauty, supernatural abilities, the company of your true love...
If you can dream it, we can give it to you.
The moment the contract is signed, your wish comes true!
Whether you believe it or not, I do.
You! What are you waiting for?
[Contact]: Hold the flyer and silently say "Spirit Emporium."
[Store address]: Wherever your heart desires, there you'll find Spirit Emporium.
[Business hours]: As long as you have an obsession, we're open anytime.
*
A slightly more serious blurb:
In ancient times, a great drought dried up the rivers, leaving a thousand miles of barren land.
A Gen (xuan), the slave-born son of the Youyu tribe, was chosen along with several companions as a sacrifice to appease the wrath of Heaven. They were sent to the altar.
At the moment the flames scorched his body, A Gen thought he was surely going to die.
Suddenly, howling winds rose and thunder roared. A white-robed immortal descended from the sky. With a casual wave of his hand, dark clouds covered the heavens, and rain poured down in torrents. Raging floodwaters soon became a river.
The rain passed, the skies cleared, and all things revived.
Witnessing the miracle, all living beings knelt in fear and worship.
The white-robed immortal quietly vanished, just as he had appeared.
Years passed, and much time went by...
A Gen finally asked the question that had been hidden in his heart for years: "Are you a god?"
Jing Zhuo nodded slightly, then gently shook his head.
"Once, I was an immortal guest in the heavenly court. Now I drift with the river, leaving no trace."
--
Defiant troublemaker x beautiful, strong, tragic figure
Spring God x Ghost King
*Written in third person, an atypical quick transmigration story, centered on the bottom, with a fragmented top, 1v1.
*The author is terrible at writing blurbs, so this blurb is for reference only.
*The poem is from the internet, a modern poem about the Three Lives Stone. I couldn't find out who wrote it.
Theme: Dreams are a light in adversity and the starting point for changing one's fate.
