The Disciple (Quick Transmigration)

[The story is complete. Sisters, please leave a completion rating. Kisses~] [Pre-release: Ordinary People and How to Roleplay (Quick Transmigration). Check out my profile and please add it to your favorites~] Blurb: "Desire is my faith, and I am its disciple." In short, this is a story about a bottom who plays assigned roles in different worlds to maintain the balance of each world. The order of the stories is undecided, and the blurb may change. [The Peril of Burning Hands] "Desire is like carrying a torch against the wind: it will burn your hand." (From The Sutra of Forty-Two Chapters) He can no longer stand his boyfriend's terrible possessiveness, and his desire to break up keeps growing stronger. Yet his parents adore his boyfriend, everyone else envies how devoted his boyfriend is to him, and he himself is addicted to the comforts of their relationship, like a bird with broken wings that can't leave its gilded cage. (Obsessive, controlling top x selfish bottom) PS: Content warning: There may be a pregnancy plot involving the top (it's only part of the setting; there will absolutely be no role reversal). The top is deeply unhealthy, highly controlling, and very calculating, a gentleman behind a mask. In the smaller worlds, the bottom is self-serving and thinks only of himself, but is indecisive. [The Idol] He's starting to look more and more like that statue of a god. His brows and eyes, lips, collarbones, waistline, everything has changed. He's become terrifyingly beautiful. These changes are accompanied by countless frightening nightmares, strange suitors, and hallucinations everywhere he goes. He smashes the smiling, downcast-eyed statue in a frenzy, cuts off his ever-growing hair, and even tries to destroy the face that scares him. But every time he wakes up again, everything is back to the way it was. He begins to fear the gaze of everyone around him, suspecting that they are all carrying chains, ready to hang him upside down and devour him. He knows he can't escape. Not when his belly is growing bigger by the day. (Gloomy, self-destructive bottom x indescribable, inhuman top) PS: Content warning: Inhuman top. Lovecraftian style. The bottom will lay eggs, but they won't hatch. I'm not sure if that counts as pregnancy, so I'm marking it just in case. [The Transgressor] Ever since his lover died, he has been miserable every day, giving himself over to pleasure. He's become like a rose on the verge of wilting. The living must carry on. His lover's younger brother and friend are always there to comfort him and help him through this difficult time. Just as he thinks life will go on like this, his lover's familiar face appears before him once more. He can't stop himself from chasing after it. But the younger brother and the friend both wear strange, betrayed expressions. (Cunning top x dissolute young widow bottom) [The Messiah] He knows he's sick, because what he loves is the feeling of saving someone. (Ruthless top x Messiah complex bottom) PS: The bottom in this world seems like a player and is deeply unhealthy. He actively approaches people and shows them kindness, appearing almost saintly and gentle. But really, he's just obsessed with the act of saving others. Warning: Everyone is crazy. No moral compass. Important content warnings: 1. The bottom is adored by everyone, and everyone has a one-sided crush on him. It's extremely, extremely, extremely melodramatic and illogical, and may feel old-fashioned. If you can't accept that, don't click in. 2. The bottom acts according to his assigned role in each world. He immerses himself in the role, and even his inner thoughts follow the character he's playing. 3. Each world can be read as its own standalone story, and they may be a little long. The smaller worlds will most likely have tragic endings. 4. The top has split incarnations, and both the main top and his incarnations are sexually inexperienced. This refers to physical purity, since some incarnations have had romantic relationships in their worlds, briefly mentioned in passing. 5. Writing can be tiring at times. I'll take everyone's opinions into consideration, and I appreciate you pointing out anything that isn't written well. In short, I'm grateful to every sister who reads my story!! 6. Everyone has different tastes. I've listed the things I consider possible dealbreakers. If you don't like them, please click away. (Heart) Left on 2021-09-16 Edited on 2022-08-10 Pre-release: Strange Boyfriend(s). If you're interested, please add it to your bookshelf~ Blurb: My boyfriend suddenly started acting so strangely. It's so bizarre. When I went to the bathroom, my boyfriend was still lying beside me. But by the time I opened the frosted glass bathroom door, he'd already appeared inside, smiling at me with that familiar, affectionate expression. But there's only one way into the bathroom. And that's only the first thing. My boyfriend and I usually work at the same time, but lately I've started seeing him again and again outside my workplace, wearing an expensive watch and neatly tucking his long hair behind his ear. After work, the boyfriend waiting for me at the entrance says he's going to get the car and make dinner for me at home. Then, from the opposite direction, another one comes over and says he wants to take me out for a candlelit dinner, gentle and affectionate. I even start to wonder if parallel worlds have crossed paths. I've hinted at it to my boyfriend, but he acts perfectly normal, even brushing it off. With the familiar, refined smile I know so well, he tells me, "Jiang Jiang, it's just an illusion." That's right. I've been sick for a long time. This is probably all just hallucinations caused by my illness. Maybe I should trust the boyfriend who's been with me for () years. * Things seem to be getting worse. Lately, I keep having a strange dream. In it, countless boyfriends with the same face smile and walk toward me. The little clock strikes midnight with a soft tick-tock. I wake up again, looking at the boyfriend holding me as he sleeps. A sense of unfamiliarity stabs at my cerebral cortex like a silver needle. In a daze, I hear someone turn the lock on the bedroom door. I look over quietly and see my boyfriend's refined, courteous face appear strangely at the doorway, as if it has been copied. I squeeze my eyes shut in fright, and the boyfriend beside me grows hotter and hotter. I can't hear anything. I can only keep telling myself that my old illness is acting up. But soon, I feel a sharp blade thrust through the air and into the heart of the boyfriend beside me. There's a dull sound as the blade twists in flesh and bone. My teeth chatter with fear. Maybe I've fallen asleep like this, in a pool of deep red blood, on countless nights before. The sun slowly rises. I open my eyes as if reborn. There's no blood or body. My boyfriend is smiling as he strokes my hair. I don't know whether he's testing me, or whether he loves me the way he says he does. He simply says, as affectionately as always, "Jiang Jiang, you lazy little cat. Time to get up and eat." A split-personality, refined scoundrel top x beautiful, level-headed bottom Theme: Face hardships without fear and move forward bravely