Who Says a Sickly Beauty Can't Fight? [Infinite]

[Welcome to the Grotesque World] [You are the chosen prey] [You'd better run fast. We'll catch you in no time, hee hee hee...] The voice was eerie and cold, sending chills down his spine. Si Nian's face was deathly pale. He gave a few weak coughs, and blood flecked his palm. He stood frailly in the first stage of the Grotesque World, gazing at the nameless monster as excitement slowly crept over him. Because he was hungry. Since the age of five, he'd been locked away for fifteen whole years in a sealed, haunted room, his body covered in strange talismans. He'd been tormented and fed nothing but sour porridge and cold leftovers. "Does anyone provide meals?" He might as well be a well-fed ghost before he starved to death, so he made a request to the voice in the Grotesque World. The monsters: "?" They mercilessly mocked him. Si Nian gave a faint, twisted smile. No food, huh? Then he'd make some himself. He suddenly ripped apart the writhing red monster before him with his bare hands. The dim space was thick with the stench of blood. Holding the monster in his hand, he sniffed it. Maybe because he'd been hungry for so long, Si Nian actually thought the monster, now thoroughly dead, looked delicious. But he was picky. He wanted his food cooked, so he tossed the monster aside. He'd never had a decent meal in his life. He couldn't accept that. Besides, he really wanted to know what those high-level monsters who'd mocked him would taste like... The monsters: "..." A lunatic. This man who looked like he was about to die of illness was completely insane! They say there's someone running around the Grotesque World killing monsters just to stew and eat them. But he can't find a kitchen or any seasonings, so he just keeps killing. The person who's gone on a killing spree is a frail, sickly man who coughs up blood at the slightest provocation and can barely stand. The challengers dragged into the Grotesque World follow this man who looks like he's on the verge of death. Yet staying behind him gives them the greatest protection. And the one most sheltered by Si Nian is Lin Ye, who is incredibly good at cooking. He often comes up with all sorts of delicious dishes for Si Nian in exchange for the promise that he'll get through the next stage safely. Later, Lin Ye makes a new request. "I want to trade my food for a kiss from you." The setting, logic, and plot have all been fully outlined, including the arcs. If you don't like it, feel free to move on. I won't change the story just because it doesn't match some people's expectations. Thank you. Monster-fighting and stage-clearing, a couple working together, both strong. The receiver's frail health will eventually recover. There's a specific reason for his poor health, and the same reason also gives him a mysterious, formidable burst of power. A short-tempered, utterly unhinged, sickly beauty receiver [human] An unknown, highly aggressive species as the giver [monster, with an unknown liquid attribute] 23-12-7 Coming soon | How Many Times Has the Sharp-Tongued, Universally Disliked Guy Buried His Meowing Lover? Wen Xia found a little kitten that was barely breathing. His wealthy adoptive parents used it as an excuse to throw him out, saying that a cat on the brink of death was covered in germs and might infect their precious biological son. Wen Xia left without a word, taking nothing with him. Ever since his adoptive mother accidentally got pregnant at an advanced age, he'd gradually felt the undisguised disdain from this "family" and their wealthy social circle, along with their hypocritical attempts to keep up appearances. The marriage partner who'd always treated him with the utmost care suddenly turned on him, saying he'd wait twenty years for his adoptive parents' child, who was only two years old. Wen Xia: "Wait for the kid to grow up so he can attend your funeral?" He found a scenic spot by the river, dug a hole, covered the unresponsive cat with dirt, and wished it a better family in its next life. He wished the same for himself. But then... At dawn the next day, Wen Xia was working hard at a roadside stall to earn enough to support himself when he spotted a cat staggering toward him under a streetlight, its eyes glowing green. He was so startled that he let out a loud "Yowl!" "Aaaah! It's back from the dead!" Wasn't that the cat he'd buried really deep and covered with two rocks? How was he so sure? Because the black cat had a perfect white heart-shaped patch of fur on its forehead. He didn't think there could be another cat exactly like it! "Thwack!" The barbecue stall owner brought a stool down hard on the black cat. A dark blur flew into a tree and writhed in pain. "Don't even think about stealing my meat!" he snarled. "What are you doing?" Wen Xia's first instinct was to shove the owner aside and check on the kitten. It was alive. The cat was alive. It hadn't come back from the dead! Except... Oh no, it might be dead again. Blood was coming from its mouth and nose, and it wasn't moving! Wen Xia's heart ached. Should he bury it one more time? Lele, the little cat who climbed out of its "grave" again, was utterly hopeless. Should he repay that person or get revenge on him?! Later Forget it. He'd just take a husband. How could he let his husband's wealthy adoptive parents bully him? Just watch him unleash his kitty punches! Great. Due to certain circumstances, his fighting ability plummeted, he was badly injured, and his husband buried him again... A universally disliked but never-to-be-pushed-around, sharp-tongued receiver A single-minded, tsundere kitten giver 24-8-18 Theme: Don't lose heart. Welcome each new day.