After I Used and Dumped the Male Lead, He Turned Dark

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Feng Ting was a parasitic vine with nothing but beauty. By chance, he transmigrated into a storybook he had only read halfway through. The bad news was that he'd injured his head and couldn't remember the plot. The good news was that he still remembered the protagonist: the sickly young boy dying by the roadside, who would one day become the Lingxiao Sword Venerable, just half a step from ascending.

A parasitic vine instinctively seeks out the strong. Feng Ting saved the boy, warmed him, healed him, and became his best friend.

Years later, the entire cultivation world knew that Feng Ting, childhood friend of Lu Zhiqiao, the Lingxiao Sword Venerable, was the one thing he would never allow anyone to touch.

Not long after that, Feng Ting hit his head again and remembered that, in the ending of the storybook he had read, the Sword Venerable had fallen.

Feng Ting thought it over, then discarded Lu Zhiqiao.

On the day Feng Ting left the cultivation world, Lu Zhiqiao blocked his path with a sword. His eyes red, he clutched the corner of Feng Ting's robe with a dependent grip, his fingers twitching nervously. "...Why? I can change. Everything can change."

Feng Ting answered honestly. "But you're almost useless to me now."

Lu Zhiqiao's eyelashes trembled.

His hand loosened its grip on Feng Ting's.

By the time Lu Zhiqiao fell, Feng Ting had successfully infiltrated the demon realm and become an unremarkable subordinate of the Demon Lord.

He heard that the cultivation world was in chaos, and that a madman who had fallen into demonic cultivation had appeared from nowhere. His behavior was unorthodox, his methods cruel and cold-blooded, and his sword was aimed at the demon realm.

Chaos broke out around Feng Ting again. The demon cultivators feared the man and scattered in every direction to flee.

Feng Ting hadn't read this part of the story, so he fled along with them.

The pitch-black cave seemed to stretch on forever, until at last they saw the light again

At the far end stood the once-radiant Sword Venerable, his sword raised, his expression cold. In the blazing sunlight, blood soaked through his white robes, yet the moment his eyes met Feng Ting's, they curved into a harmless smile.

Just as he had back then, he was waiting for Feng Ting in the distance. Lu Zhiqiao dropped the sword in his hand and beckoned to Feng Ting affectionately.

"Brother, come to me."

"I've missed you so, so much. Did you ever miss me?"

In the third month of his imprisonment, Feng Ting had a long dream. He dreamed of the storybook's ending: Lu Zhiqiao destroyed the entire world and became the sole ruler of a broken realm.

When Feng Ting woke, golden chains wrapped around him, and Lu Zhiqiao held him tightly in his arms.

"I'm already the strongest person in the world... You can't leave me now."

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The One Everyone Hates and His Delusion of Being Loved

Sang Yu was a fake young master hated by everyone.

The real young master hated him for taking his identity. His childhood friend loathed his selfishness and capriciousness. His parents and elder brother blamed him for separating them from their own flesh and blood.

Later, Sang Yu got what he deserved and was hit by a car.

He was reborn on the day before the real young master returned.

This time, Sang Yu got used to being hated by everyone early on.

Everything was fine, except that his mind had developed a few little quirks.

He had schizophrenia and the delusion that he was loved.

In his fantasies, the person he was in love with was the real young master who hated him. Every day, he disgustingly called him "wife," as if he couldn't bear to be apart from him for even a second.

His childhood friend, who despised him, laid out all the things he treasured in Sang Yu's hands without holding back, hoping to be his dog.

His elder brother, who looked down on him, harbored a forbidden love for him and pursued him as a shameless homewrecker, ignoring all ethics and morals.

They didn't hate him. They loved him beyond measure, endlessly indulging his arrogance, capriciousness, and unreasonable demands.

It was the exact opposite of reality.

It was so embarrassing, so mortifying.

Sang Yu didn't dare let anyone know he was ill, so he had no choice but to force himself to ignore the hallucinations.

In a crowd, he pretended not to see the real young master's hand reaching out to him. He threw his childhood friend's belongings into the trash right in front of him, and couldn't help making a disgusted face at his elder brother.

It was all fake anyway. Sang Yu always kept in mind the reality that everyone hated him. Only when he was alone with his hallucinations could he relax and respond as the mood took him.

He hooked an arm around the real young master's neck as he kissed him until he could hardly breathe. He smiled as he opened his childhood friend's love letter, and accepted his elder brother's confession.

After a while, he realized that his hallucinations were getting stranger and stranger. Every one of them seemed even more deranged than he was.

Sang Yu finally couldn't take it anymore and went to see a doctor.

The doctor said he didn't have schizophrenia.

Being loved wasn't a delusion.

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