After Transmigrating into My Own Cringeworthy Novel

[Coming soon: Everyone in the Cultivation World Wants Me to Stay Away from Her. Blurb at the end] Zhuang Chi transmigrated into an ABO world. That wasn’t much of a problem. People could survive anywhere, after all. But when she returned to college, she stared at the five gleaming gold characters over the entrance: “Saint Blaston.” Memories from long ago suddenly flooded her mind. This wasn’t an ordinary ABO world at all. It was the setting of the very first novel she’d written back when she was young and clueless! The heroine, who would be starting at this school the same year as her, was a universally adored Omega: beautiful, rich, and brilliant. Her hair wasn’t rainbow-colored, and her tears didn’t turn into pearls, but her pheromones had no fixed scent. Whatever smell someone liked best on a subconscious level was what they would detect on her. Zhuang Chi: ...If I have to live with this mortifying history, you might as well just stab me and get it over with. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it, so Zhuang Chi, who hadn’t yet presented, could only struggle to avoid the plot riddled with holes and keep as far away from her heroine as possible. The whole world thought her heroine was the most perfect person alive. Only Zhuang Chi knew she’d given her the most popular character type at the time: sweet on the outside, dark within. The heroine looked innocent and harmless, but because every Alpha’s pheromones smelled disgusting to her, she hated Alphas. By the end of the story, she would seize power and drastically lower their social standing. Zhuang Chi had been thrilled while writing her, but in real life, the heroine was a deeply dangerous person. For the sake of her own future, Zhuang Chi prayed day and night that she wouldn’t present as an Alpha. Her greatest wish was to be a Beta and live a quiet life, away from all conflict. But fate had other plans. Zhuang Chi thought presenting as an Alpha was bad enough, but things got even worse when she was cornered in a room right after presenting. Her heroine, Yun Danfeng Qing, calmly told her, “You might not believe me, but this world is a novel, and we’re all characters in it.” Zhuang Chi stared, drawing in a sharp breath. Gu Ximian raised her breathtakingly beautiful eyes to look at her and smiled faintly. “It seems you’re the Alpha the author wrote as my destined match.” Zhuang Chi: ... Huh? *ABO with a lot of personal worldbuilding. A lot. Seriously, a lot. (Important!) *A silly comedy with little logic and plenty of terrible jokes that may well become embarrassing memories. *They won’t get together until fairly late. Friends, I love the romantic tension stage. *Please note: the author may write in a style similar to Japanese light novels. If that’s not your thing, please read with caution. ------Coming soon: Everyone in the Cultivation World Wants Me to Stay Away from Her------- Xian Feng is always clinging to Chu Qinghan. The whole cultivation world is furious with her. How dare this reckless demon cultivator pester Chu Qinghan, the dazzling beacon of the righteous sects? They’re also resentful that they aren’t strong enough to drive her away from Chu Qinghan. Everyone wishes she’d hurry up and keep her distance from the otherworldly Chu Qinghan instead of interrupting her cultivation. Xian Feng honestly can’t figure out why everyone likes Chu Qinghan so much. The cultivators are like that, and so is her junior sister. Xian Feng first approached Chu Qinghan because she wanted to help her junior sister, who admired Chu Qinghan but was too shy to say so, figure out a way to propose marriage. The proposal never happened, but she did manage to make plenty of enemies. Chu Qinghan, cold by nature, always frowned when she saw Xian Feng and looked ready to turn around and leave. If Xian Feng hadn’t been so good at light-footed movement, she probably wouldn’t have been able to catch up. Xian Feng still couldn’t understand what made Chu Qinghan so likable. She was certainly a rare beauty, but far too cold. That just wasn’t her type. Even when she absentmindedly leapt in front of Chu Qinghan to take a fatal blow for her, Xian Feng still hadn’t figured it out. But when she looked at Chu Qinghan’s face, she forgot everything else, even the pain in her body. All she could think was: So she can cry, after all. * By some miracle, Xian Feng survived. She gave the matter some serious thought and decided that the cultivation world had been right to tell her to stay away from Chu Qinghan. She hadn’t listened, and look where it got her: she’d lost her wits and nearly died. It was time to learn her lesson. So she decided to behave herself, keep her identity secret, and recover in seclusion. She stopped pestering Chu Qinghan. But before long, she heard that Chu Qinghan had developed a heart demon, and Xian Feng couldn’t sit still. In the dead of night, she followed the familiar route to Chu Qinghan’s residence, only to find the cold beauty, who had always refused even a sip of wine no matter how much Xian Feng tried to tempt her, drunk beneath a peach tree. The look she gave Xian Feng was as fragile as glass. “...So it’s true,” Xian Feng heard her murmur softly. “When I’m drunk, I can see you again.” *This is still just an idea and may change at any time. Theme: Our fate is in our own hands.