If the ending is already set before everything begins, will you swing your sword to sever the ties of fate, or willingly become a puppet of destiny?
The first half of Song Yuqiu’s life was like flowers embroidered on brocade, oil poured onto a blazing fire. In the second half, the flowers withered and the flames burned to ash. In the end, he was abandoned by everyone and despised by all.
Only on the brink of death did he learn that he was merely a scheming supporting character in some danmei xianxia novel. All his plotting had come to nothing. Everything he had worked so hard to win would eventually gather around the protagonist of its own accord, whether it was opportunity or affection.
And he himself was nothing but a pitiful foil, there to make the protagonist shine.
As he lay dying, he thought, “If I had another chance, I’d take back everything I lost.”
Only after he died did he discover that he had already been reborn in this story nine times. Every time, he had made the same bold declaration before dying, and every time, he had met a miserable end.
Repeated rebirth, endless suffering.
On his tenth rebirth, knowing the tragic ending awaiting him, Song Yuqiu simply gave up. Every day, he either pretended to be dead while sleeping in his secluded cave, or wandered around the mountain with a map, searching for the perfect grave site.
Unexpectedly, once he started lying flat, the male lead, who had always avoided him like the plague, repeatedly invited him along:
“Junior Brother, didn’t you used to want nothing more than to join Senior Brother in vanquishing demons and defending the Dao? How about we fly down the mountain on our swords today? You’re about to grow mushrooms from staying cooped up.”
His younger brother, usually upright and stern and disgusted by him, would occasionally grab him and drag him away:
“Today we’re going to the busy market for congee, and tomorrow we’ll train at the farmers’ market. Young people should act their age.”
His fair and stern father showed him nothing but indulgence and favoritism:
“Qiu’er, you haven’t broken a single sect rule in three days. Are you upset with your father?”
Even the most mysterious and unpredictable Demon Venerable in the book fell for him:
“Good or evil, immortal or demon, what does any of that have to do with my liking you?”
Song “Salty Fish” Yuqiu: “???” Wake up! Your scripts are all wrong. The protagonist is watching from right there!
Bonus scene:
One day, Song Yuqiu came across a group of demonic cultivators in the wilderness. One of them wore red and had black hair, and was stunningly beautiful.
Song Yuqiu: “Don’t kill me yet. Just so you know, the big shot who runs the demon realm has had a crush on me for years. He’s even clung to my leg and begged me not to leave him!”
Cen Jingchuan: “?”
The demonic cultivators: “Σ(°Д°;”
Song Yuqiu: “He loves me so much he can barely live without me. He once even declared he’d die for me and sacrifice everything for my happiness!”
Cen Jingchuan: “.”
The demonic cultivators: “(?⊙ω⊙`)”
Song Yuqiu: “So if you let me go, trust me, he’ll repay you even if he has to bankrupt himself!”
Cen Jingchuan: “Let...”
The demonic cultivators: This is terrifying. Why did the big shot actually let him go?
The next day, the cultivation world was abuzz with the news: The Demon Realm’s Lord is a lovesick puppy for a disciple of an immortal sect?
Only Cen Jingchuan knew that what he’d wanted to say that day wasn’t “let him go,” but “bullshit!”
As the rumors spread further and further, it was already too late to deny them. Cen Jingchuan simply decided to lie flat and get together with the other person involved in the rumor.
A demonic cultivator: “Your Highness, is it true you like Song Yuqiu?”
Cen Jingchuan: “Correction: That’s not a rumor.”
① The protagonist is the bottom, one-on-one romance.
② A gorgeous, ruthless Demon Venerable top × a drama queen, unlucky, laid-back bottom.
③ Quirky xianxia. The two leads love raising pigs and farming.
Theme: Break free from fate.
