I Got Burned in the Woods [Infinite]

After clearing a dungeon in an infinite world, Jiang Qiao met a handsome man. He was overcome by lust at first sight, and one dark, windy night, used a string of sweet words to lure the man into a grove of trees...

Then he got thoroughly screwed.

A few days later, Jiang Qiao left the infinite world, had his memories erased, and entered it again, joining a guild called "Been Burned in the Grove."

Jiang Qiao: Hold on, who taught you to name a guild like that?

He was very curious about what exactly the person who came up with that name had been burned by in the grove.

After clearing a few more dungeons, Jiang Qiao set his sights on a handsome man. Overcome by lust at first sight, he started sweet-talking him...

Wait, something's wrong. Why does this plot feel so familiar?

Jiang Qiao recovered his memories in the grove. Looking at the man closing in on him, he grabbed a forty-meter-long broadsword and swung it back at him. "Go to hell!"

"Turns Out I'm the One Who Got Burned?!!!" and "I Conquered the Infinite World, But Got Burned in a Grove."

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He Qingci woke up in a wasteland five hundred years in the future.

The good news: he started at the top. He had become the greatest mecha in human history, featured on the first page of every textbook.

The not-so-good news: due to nuclear explosions, omegas had all gone extinct and become a distant legend.

According to legend, omegas loved ballet, were delicate and soft, and were naturally suited to taking alphas. They could have at least eight babies at a time.

He Qingci, an omega: "..." This is utterly ridiculous.

He decided to get his hands on some suppressants to calm down, only to find that omega suppressants had long since been discontinued.

He Qingci, tormented by his heat until he was on the verge of death: "..."

Damn it, are they trying to kill me or what?

He Qingci woke up in a trading post and became a famous courtesan at the human base, thanks to his astonishing beauty.

With a pack of hungry wolves circling the trading post, He Qingci set his sights on an alpha to get through his heat safely.

An omega in heat was burning up, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "General, would you like to watch me dance ballet?"

The alpha's expression was cold. "Debauched."

Zhou Yu was the strongest alpha at the human base, upright and self-controlled, aloof and abstinent. He took suppressants like they were food and had never once gotten it up.

He Qingci: "..." Damn it, I miscalculated. I hit on a pervert.

Zhou Yu hated debauched people most of all, especially the shameless, lewd and disgusting sort from the trading post.

That night, after parting from the young man, he had a dream. His desire erupted like a volcano.

He Qingci humbly remarked, "A little shock from an omega's pheromones for an alpha who's never seen the world."

Only later did Zhou Yu learn that the omega's pheromones that day hadn't been enough to make him lose control.

A little scene:

Once, He Qingci was trapped in a contaminated zone. His mecha was completely destroyed, and contact with him was lost.

The military issued a Level One order: protect the precious, delicate omega who could only dance ballet at any cost.

A group of armed soldiers arrived at the center of the contaminated zone, only to see He Qingci piloting his repaired mecha, ripping out the heart of a fearsome S+ level mutant with one hand, then kicking its head around like a ball.

He Qingci jumped into Zhou Yu's mecha. "Damn, that scared me to death."

Everyone stared at the mutant, which had been bullied to death with its eyes still open. "..." Which one of you was supposed to be scared to death?!

The omega of legend: delicate and loves ballet.

The real omega: delicate but not weak, and loves cracking skulls.

The He Qingci of legend: the god of mecha.

The real He Qingci: a god spat out by mecha.

Theme: Learn from your mistakes.