Can't a Demon Lord Be the Heroine of an Angsty Romance?

(Third-person narration, a silly little sweet romance. It probably won't be long, at most 200,000 words qwq)

I've been the Demon Lord for a thousand years, and I've been stuck at this level for a thousand years, too.

As everyone knows, to ascend, you have to survive a love tribulation. The more tragic it is, the higher you'll soar.

I need a man, someone who'll rip out my kidneys, replace my heart, and torment me until I'm half dead.

My subordinate reminds me: Lord Demon, no one in the entire demon realm would dare rip out your heart, and no one would dare cut out your kidneys, either.

They have a point.

With no other choice, I have to make an alternate account.

My alternate is fair-skinned and beautiful, with a slender waist and a delicate, helpless air. She's as pitiful as can be.

More importantly, she has no family and no one to rely on, and happens to possess a top-grade heavenly spirit root.

The man of my dreams is a scum beyond compare. He'll lust after my body, deceive my feelings, covet my spirit root, then abandon me, leaving me to ascend alone and weep my heart out in the upper realm.

After careful consideration, I choose a spoiled young master from an immortal sect, a man more rotten than rotten tofu.

Rumor has it the young master spends his nights chasing women and summons five of them every evening. And my alternate just happens to look like his first love, the white moonlight of his heart.

I'm overjoyed. It's a match made in heaven.

Who knew another two hundred years would pass with no great tribulation in sight, not even a little hill to climb?

Where's the promised love-hate drama, where even if you hate me enough to kill me, you still have to hold me close in the end? Where's the promised tortured romance and the line, "When you smile, you don't look like her anymore"?

Maybe my gaze has become more and more unsettling. One dark and stormy night, the young master finally comes clean.

"My lady, the truth is, my real identity is an Immortal Venerable from the upper realm. I originally just wanted to descend to the mortal world and undergo a love tribulation... Don't worry, I'm giving up on the tribulation. How about we stay together forever?"

I'm heartbroken. What about all your scummy deeds? What about your five women? And what about your white moonlight?

The young master grows more and more apologetic. "Those were all lies... I'm too nice a person. I was afraid that if you couldn't bring yourself to kill your husband to prove your Dao, the whole thing wouldn't work."

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As expected, the immortal realm is full of sanctimonious scoundrels. They even go so far as to trick someone into marriage!

*Blurb posted in August 2022

*Cover character design by Rouqiu from Qinmeng Pavilion. Thank you =w=

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