The Cannon Fodder Beauty Is the Beloved of Everyone in the Infinite Game

[The next book, currently updating next door, is "Pretty Deadweight, but Scamming the Entire Wasteland." The blurb is at the very bottom.]

Blurb:

Yuan Mei was born during the yin hour on a yin-calendar date. He was born missing one of his three hun and seven po souls, making him yin-natured and especially susceptible to ghosts.

As luck would have it, he transmigrates into a horror game teeming with ghosts. The System tells him some bad news: he's a brainless cannon-fodder NPC who won't survive three minutes, a stepping stone players use to scout ahead and die in their place, and the first target the monsters will kill...

Yuan Mei, tears welling in his frightened eyes: "Is there any good news?"

System: "...Yes. Your charm stat is maxed out."

Yuan Mei brightens and asks, "Does that work on people?"

System: "No, on ghosts."

Once the game begins, the ghost doll that should be slaughtering people cozies up to Yuan Mei's feet, begging to be petted. The spirit medium that kills people with curses heaps praise on his looks after he summons it. And the players who were going to use Yuan Mei, a cannon-fodder NPC, to scout ahead, all grab their weapons and protect him instead.

Even stranger, the most terrifying boss in the horror game's supposedly unbeatable levels seems to have taken a liking to him...

A pretty, clueless bottom; the top is a big boss split into fragments

Next book's blurb: "Pretty Deadweight, but Scamming the Entire Wasteland"

Gu Yan transmigrates to a wasteland world after the apocalypse game arrives, where everything is digitized. His start is hell: he's weak and delicate, Level 1, and on his way to being sold as a slave.

All around him is a crowd of vicious high-level big shots.

Then a divine barrier crashes into him, and Gu Yan seizes the opportunity to spin an enormous lie.

"I am an envoy of the gods. Want to touch me? Ask the gods if they'll allow it."

To stay alive, Gu Yan begins a con game, walking a tightrope every step of the way.

He passes off worthless scrap as divine relics and sells them for a fortune; he stamps blank pieces of paper and claims they show the gods' favor. And somehow, those high-and-mighty big shots believe every word, eagerly lining up to work for him and pay tribute.

Standing behind the barrier with a smile, Gu Yan reaps the souls of the greedy.

But as the scam snowballs, Gu Yan realizes that the big shots he's been using are starting to act strangely...

The cold, powerful S-rank talent bodyguard makes him tea, watches his face, and swallows hard, wanting to be his most loyal dog.

The vicious mercenary leader pins him against the wall and says hoarsely, "How many times have you lied to me?"

And even...the enemy flesh-and-blood evil god wraps its tentacles tightly around his waist and says, "You're interesting. Why don't you stay by my side forever?"

A pack of wolves surrounds him. One wrong step, and he will be doomed forever.

Only Gu Yan knows the truth:

The barrier can protect him for only seven days.

The so-called gods don't care whether he lives or dies.

That legendary god sits high upon his throne, watching indifferently as this ant uses his name, waiting to see when he will get burned by playing with fire.

Then one day, just as the lies are about to fall apart, countless higher-dimensional monsters surround the city.

Everyone thinks the pretty liar is finally about to fall into the clutches of evil, doomed to suffer an end more terrifying than death.

But Gu Yan wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiles at the empty air:

"Had enough?"

"If you have, then it's time to lend me your power."

The next second, time reverses and divine punishment descends.

The entire wasteland drops to its knees in shock: What the hell?! Everything he said was true?

A stubborn liar, a heartthrob beauty bottom; various tops appear one after another, and all the tops are virgins.

Post-apocalyptic wasteland + everyone misinterprets the truth + getting something for nothing + scams

Theme: As heaven moves forward with strength, a noble person should strive for self-improvement without pause