Locked Onto by an Obsessive Hunter [GB]

In the future X Era, Hunting Day is drawing near. On an exiled planet, a "god" has arrived.

Si Shao has been warned time and again not to offend or show disrespect to the powerful.

That night, she wore a white robe and a mask, and the powerful escorted her onto the high platform.

Si Shao had already offended her by glancing up at her, let alone meeting her gaze when she looked his way.

It's her!!!

Si Shao should have lowered his head, but in that moment, he simply refused.

He guessed her gaze was full of disdain and contempt, just as it had been when they first met that evening.

Back then, she had effortlessly dealt with dozens of attackers and helped him.

Si Shao wanted to thank her, but a cold "filth" stopped him in his tracks.

They belonged to two different worlds, just like now.

She stood atop the platform, bathed in light, while everyone had to bow and submit to her.

And he was a lowly, wretched drifter, not even entitled to set foot on this land during the day.

Anger? Resentment? Or a love at first sight he couldn't speak of?

He stood in the darkness of night, staring straight at her.

*

Half a month later, it was Hunting Day.

Si Shao regretted it. He should never have provoked her.

Fortunately, she let him go.

But why, amid his relief, did he feel so dazed?

Yet on the third night after Si Shao left,

soldiers broke into his home and took him to the hunting grounds.

He was prey, forced to flee in panic for his life to entertain the hunters.

And she, even among the hunters, was a being adored by all, like the moon surrounded by stars.

There was nowhere left to run. At this point, asking her why she had seized him was utterly pointless.

Si Shao was utterly exhausted, but refused to bend his back, still meeting her gaze head-on.

"What else do you want?"

Face? Status? He had lost those long ago.

He had once bent his knee to her, and even now she controlled his emotions.

What did he have left? What remained?

Nothing. He had nothing at all.

"Your freedom, your identity, everything you have."

Her voice fell over Si Shao inch by inch, like the shadows of night.

Only then did she reach up and remove her mask. Her angelic face curved into a devilish smile.

"From now on, I am your master."

"Your soul will bear the name Ye Boxin, carved into it forever."

P.S. 1. Much of the worldbuilding is original.

2. Every action has a reason, which will be explained later.

3. The female lead takes charge (in every way).

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For now, I'm listing The Host's Two Overpowered Systems [Quick Transmigration].

Zhan Yunshu is a career-focused system. Every Host she guides becomes an expert devoted to their career.

Her assistant is on the verge of tears: Boss, do you remember our goal is to get the male and female leads together? Now they're about to spend their whole lives focused on their careers!

Mo Wangyan is a scheming system. The Hosts he guides all seem refined and courteous, but are rotten to the core.

His assistant is in tears: Boss, could you boost the face-slapping score? The Host is having dinner in perfect harmony with their enemy. What is going on?!

The two big shots have distinct styles and completely different ways of doing things. Both are top dogs in the system world, and they have always stayed out of each other's way.

After one mission, their long-suffering assistants meet by chance and commiserate.

Then an "accident" binds the two big shots together, forcing them to complete missions as a team.

The hapless Hosts fight their way back to the top, tearfully reaching the pinnacle of life.

*

At first, the two big shots look down on each other. Every conversation turns into an argument, and they're ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

Their Hosts tremble with fear nearby.

After a few worlds, the two have clearly defined roles and work together seamlessly, with the faintest hint of romance in the air.

The Hosts struggle to complete their missions, only to get love dumped on them too.

The Hosts: So we're the real unlucky ones here!

Theme: Don't judge by appearances.