I Have Seven Insane Personalities [Infinite]

[New novel: So How About You Send Me Back? Writing is hard, so please support the official release. Please don't pirate my work. Thank you so much, bowing repeatedly.]

(Also known as: I Have Seven Insane Personalities, and They Force Me to Admit I Love Them. I Have No Choice but to Spend My Life in Love with Myself. You can only love one person once, but love someone six times and you'll have six times the love.)

Synopsis:

Su Zhou has dissociative identity disorder, and he named his personalities after the days of the week, from Monday to Saturday.

His personalities are madly in love with him, in a possessive and twisted way.

But Su Zhou is also deeply insecure. So when his personalities discovered one another, he made each of them an ambiguous yet beautiful promise: "As long as you survive to the end, we'll be together forever and never part."

Just as he wished, his personalities began slaughtering one another. Then, one day, they discovered the truth, only to be devoured one after another in an escape game.

Monday: How dare you take my love lightly?

Tuesday: Liar.

Wednesday: I despise everything in the world equally, and that includes you.

Thursday: Men who can't keep it in their pants get fucked.

Friday: What did I do wrong?

Saturday: So, between love and me, you chose the middle ground?

In the end, the six devoured personalities fused together to become the ultimate personality, Sunday.

In the highest-level game instance, Sunday lowered his eyes to look at Su Zhou. Like a god descending upon the world, he asked in a low voice, "So the six of them were just part of your little game?"

Su Zhou frowned, finding the "god" before him strangely unfamiliar. But Sunday suddenly reached out and clamped a hand around his neck.

His gaze, fixed on Su Zhou, was both that of a lover and an enemy. "Is it possible that I have all of their memories and feelings, too?"

As Su Zhou raised his eyes with a tremble, Sunday lowered his head and gently kissed his eyelid.

"Darling, I have the love of all six of them, so my love for you is six times as strong."

"And so is my hatred."

The bottom is the protagonist! Sunday, the ultimate personality, is the top x Su Zhou, the bottom.

Some of the settings in this story come from my other novel, Blazing Through the Hatred in an Escape Game. Interested readers are welcome to check it out. Thank you.

Infinite-flow, extreme narcissism! A beloved-by-all bottom! Also known as A Thousand and One Ways to Love Yourself!

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Title: So How About You Send Me Back?

Synopsis: Su Fu always thought he was the protagonist of a power fantasy comedy. After transmigrating to another world, he spent three years cultivating, five years reaching the Golden Core stage, and ten years becoming the youngest Nascent Soul Ancestor. Even the big yellow dog that barked at him as it passed by got two slaps from his master.

That was until his master toyed with his feelings and killed him to prove the Dao. Yes, Su Fu was the unlucky "wife."

Who knew he wouldn't die, but would instead transmigrate back to the real world?

Then he turned around and discovered that his real life had become a misery novel: his father didn't love him, his mother didn't care for him, his brothers thought he was a little idiot, and the fake young master was always framing him for no reason.

Sheesh, how about you just send me back?

That is, until he found a male escort who looked exactly like his master at a certain ahem, establishment.

What? An irresponsible gambling father, a mother who died young, a rebellious younger brother, and a broken-hearted me?

If I don't take him in, who will?

Su Fu asked excitedly but politely, "Hey, handsome, would you consider letting me keep you?"

The big shot mistaken for a male escort: ?

Su Fu rubbed his hands and politely asked again, "By the way, are you big down there?"

The big shot: ?

Su Fu: "Oh, and I'm pretty broke. Is three thousand a month enough?"

How much?

What did you say?

The big shot's expression grew incredibly complicated. In the end, with a stiff voice full of humiliation, he said, "Three thousand five hundred."

That was the last of his dignity.

Su Fu: Huh, that's expensive! (Disdain.jpg)

The big shot: ???

Later, Su Fu's keeping contract came to the attention of his mischievous younger brother. Rubbing his hands together, the brother deliberately showed up at their place while the big shot was home.

Brother: "Keep me instead. I'll only charge two thousand."

Su Fu: ?

Brother: "We absolutely can't let my brother find out about this."

Su Fu: ??

Brother: "By the way, sister-in-law, when are you breaking up with my brother?"

Su Fu: ???

The big shot, who had overheard the entire conversation, silently opened the closet.

The gleeful younger brother, the expressionless big shot, and Su Fu, who wanted nothing more than to crawl into a crack in the floor.

Sheesh, never mind. Just send me back.

Meanwhile, a certain Divine Venerable sat upon the Ninth Heaven. He picked up a flower, plucked off a petal, and muttered a line, then plucked off another and muttered again.

"He loves me. He loves my clone. He loves me. He loves my clone..."

No, he had to ask and find out!

Wait, he said he loves both of us at the same time?

Great! Doesn't that mean twice the love?

No! Both of us?!

A ridiculously awesome, face-slapping, feel-good comedy, with the beloved-by-all Su Fu as the bottom x his master as the top: cold on the outside, warm on the inside, outwardly unruffled but inwardly wanting to wash his wife's underwear, with two identities and personalities.

Feel-good, sweet, face-slapping, comedy! The story's logic exists purely for fun! The top gets jealous of himself! He can get so jealous he could die from it! The top really is incredibly jealous!

A groveling chase to win back his love! A beloved-by-all battle royale! A jealousy showdown between two personalities!

Theme: Even when facing adversity, meet it head-on