The Eraser of Life

Ji Jian was a genius researcher who joined one of the world's top labs straight after graduating, where she worked on gene recombination for ALS. Who could have expected that just as her ambitions were soaring, her only test subject, whom she'd spent two years painstakingly working with, would mysteriously die?

Chang An was Ji Jian's test subject, a hapless man who faked his death and escaped for real. Why did he fake his death? Because Ji Jian had used him for inhumane human experiments, and he bitterly vowed never to see her again.

Yet when he heard that Ji Jian had contracted a virus with an extremely high fatality rate, he knocked on her door that very night.

Of course, he was only going to save her with the antibodies in his own body. That was all. He had no other ideas, Chang An silently affirmed.

But Ji Jian clung to him and wouldn't let him leave again.

For some reason, he couldn't suppress the slight smile tugging at his lips.

The infected area in the city spread rapidly.

To get Ji Jian onto the last helicopter, Chang An didn't hesitate to reveal that he was infected.

Thousands upon thousands of bullets pierced his enormous wings, staining his white feathers blood-red. He didn't even make a sound.

Chang An covered Ji Jian's eyes and leaned close to her ear, chuckling softly.

He said only two things: "Live well. And, I love you."

Ji Jian watched Chang An fall into a mountain of corpses. A bomb dropped by the military burst into bloom before her eyes, brilliant as the cold dawn of a summer day.

Later, Ji Jian heard that Chang An had faked his death again to protect her.

She went alone into the heart of the infected zone and stood before Chang An, tears glimmering in her eyes. "You said you loved me?"

She slowly backed the helpless Chang An into a corner, rose onto her tiptoes, and leaned close to his ear, her voice trembling. "Don't you want to, don't you want to know how I feel?"

[Bonus Scene]

Ji Jian was on a video call with her junior colleague, who was stationed on the front lines of the infection, checking on the situation.

Chang An kept wandering behind her, more or less deliberately. Once she'd finished the call, he remarked casually, "So that's the junior student you keep talking about? He's so gentle when he speaks. I bet girls find him pretty charming, huh?"

Ji Jian: "The air's getting acidic. Watch yourself."

Chang An: "Doctor Ji, please speak like a normal person."

Ji Jian: "In simple terms, you're jealous. The vinegar smell is really strong."

Chang An, Shanxi aged vinegar: "! Jealous? No way. That junior student looks like a bad guy to me!"

Ji Jian and Chang An were staying in Chang An's room, and Ji Jian wanted to find a pillow.

Chang An covered the bedside table and wouldn't let her look inside. "There's no pillow in there."

Ji Jian: "Let me take a look. What's so mysterious?"

Chang An's face turned bright red. His eyes darted around, and he panicked.

"Tsk, I get it. We're all adults, don't be shy," Ji Jian said, suddenly understanding.

Chang An, who had only hidden a carefully prepared gift, froze.

What do you get? What the hell do you mean, don't be shy!!!

[Happy ending, strong female lead, lovers reunited after a breakup]

Coming soon: After Saving Four Male Leads, I Faked My Death

The tragic-romance author Liu Ruoyan transmigrated into a book, becoming the evil junior sister who died horribly in a xianxia fanfic.

Before transmigrating into the book, she'd just killed off a noble, elegant, and endearing scion of a cultivation sect.

He was the fourth popular male lead she'd killed off. Readers who'd been hurt by her story deliberately wrote a fanfic in which she was a cannon-fodder character suffering humiliation and abuse, to get revenge on her. Who knew she'd actually transmigrate into that very fanfic?

The original character was the junior sister of the domineering eldest disciple Long Aotian, and was infamous as someone everyone hated. She used sweet words to deceive the male leads and abused their favor.

When the Heavenly Dao was destroyed, the male leads casually killed her while saving it, and everyone cheered. No one had ever pitied her, and her ending was miserable.

This was a classic case of bringing about your own death.

The System told Liu Ruoyan that if she wanted to return to the modern world, she had to change the tragic endings of the four male leads.

To get home as soon as possible, Liu Ruoyan set about completing her missions in earnest, but gradually discovered that the male leads were acting rather strangely.

The eldest disciple, Long Aotian, had once devoted himself to cultivation and cared nothing for romance. Now he had become a maniac who protected his junior sister, constantly saying, "My junior sister says..."

The sect's noble scion, a cold beauty who used to be indifferent and keep her at arm's length, now descended from his lofty halls for her and slaughtered anyone who got in her way to protect her.

The wood spirit, who was skilled at disguising himself and used to be a bewitching courtesan, now posed as a fragile young man, clingy yet considerate.

The cold white-haired Demon Lord, who used to kill without mercy and had no understanding of human nature, was now willing to put down his demonic blade for her and save all living beings.

Even when things went a little off course, she managed to avoid all the cannon-fodder plot points through her efforts. In the final plotline, where she was to marry the Demon Lord, she chose to fake her death and return home.

On the wedding day, the other three male leads were frantic to rescue her from the Demon Lord's clutches.

The winds and clouds shifted, and a battle between the four was about to erupt. But the formation changed unexpectedly during the fight, and disaster was about to descend upon the world.

Wearing a bright red wedding dress, she stepped into the biting wind and leaped into the formation, using her life to put an end to the calamity. In the utter silence, she forced a smile at the four of them.

She stood in front, quietly protecting them as she always had.

But this time was completely different. Her body was shattered and her soul annihilated, leaving behind only a thin scrap of wedding dress drifting through the world.

Liu Ruoyan had only been able to rest for a few days after faking her death when the System told her the mission had failed and she had to keep saving them.

She: "? I won't listen. You're just saying that because you're angry!"

When she was pulled back into the fanfic, a thousand years had passed in the cultivation world.

People said that a world-shaking battle between immortals and demons had broken out at the Demon Lord's wedding a thousand years ago.

The eldest disciple, who had the strongest immortal affinity, had fallen into demonic cultivation after that battle. They said it was due to his inner demons. He spent his days carrying a sword around the Demon Realm, searching for something.

The sect's scion, once the gentlest of them all, had ordered the slaughter of every demon at any cost, plunging both realms into chaos.

The wood spirit, once the most carefree and uninhibited, had sunk into the mortal world, never without a drink in hand. He passed his days in a daze, the light in his eyes gone forever.

The cruelest Demon Lord spent every day holding a faded piece of red cloth in his hands, stroking it with the utmost care and reverence.

The moment she returned, the four male leads cornered her. She looked at the eldest disciple, whose eyes were wild with madness; the sect's scion, whose manner was no longer gentle; the wood spirit, eyes red and on the verge of tears; and the Demon Lord, grinding his teeth in fury.

She trembled on the outside, but raged at the System in her heart: Why do other people get to restart when their missions fail, while I have to jump straight into hell mode?!!!

Core theme: When it comes to life, you are still the most precious thing of all