The Transmigrator's Bane, but With a Fragile White Lotus Persona

Xuecun Touma looks innocent, has a nasty personality, and loves pretending to be gentle while watching other people fight to the death over him.

The anime worlds have been riddled with transmigrators. Faking one's death as a tragic, beautiful, and powerful character has become essential for stealing the spotlight. Xuecun Touma, brought in to maintain order in these worlds, sneered at the transmigrators' tactics:

"Tragic, beautiful, and powerful? That's it?"

Confronting [Transmigrator A, hiding in a basement and playing out a fake-death, beloved-in-the-past script], Xuecun Touma raised his gun under the other's disbelieving gaze and said in a faint, ethereal voice:

"I wanted to spare you, but back then... I was hiding here too."

And so Transmigrator A was shot in the head. The others hurried to comfort him, taking care not to bring up the past and make him feel guilty or upset.

When Gin demanded to know whether Xuecun Touma had ever really loved him, Touma shielded [Transmigrator B, whose identity is suspected after switching from the Black Organization to the Red Faction] and answered in despair, "I love you. Of course I love you. So can you let him go?"

And so Transmigrator B was executed by Gin himself, while Xuecun Touma was forcibly taken back to be "punished."

Facing [Transmigrator C, who holds a forum that can change the plot as long as readers believe in it], the imprisoned Xuecun Touma smiled sadly. "There's nothing I can do. I'm too weak. If only that hadn't happened..."

And so Transmigrator C desperately accumulated popularity points, all so they could travel back in time and save him.

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Every reader knows the supporting character named Xuecun Touma.

When he first appeared, he was delicate, fragile, and harmless, like a snowflake cupped in someone's palm. Even the faint beat of his pulse seemed liable to melt him at their fingertips.

Only later, during the ambush that nearly wiped out the Red Faction, did the soft snow turn into a blade of ice. He burned himself into a blazing fire, paying a price that nearly cost him his life to help everyone escape. Only then did they learn how much he had silently sacrificed behind the scenes.

The Red Faction, which had once suspected he had ulterior motives, fell silent.

The transmigrators, who had only wanted to cling to the Red Faction, fell apart and turned against them for his sake.

The forum readers, who had been waiting for a show, exploded, all demanding the author send them a box of knives.

The System, which knew everything, had gone mad: [You planned all of this yourself. You're a lunatic!]

Xuecun Touma watched coldly. "See? That's what truly tragic, beautiful, and powerful looks like."

They thought they were mantises hunting their prey, never realizing they'd already been caught in a resilient spiderweb.

Playing with people's hearts and pretending to be fragile were his methods. If he wanted to, he could bewitch anyone.

Coming soon: "The Forced High-and-Mighty Beauty Is Actually..."

My name is Yan Qing. My defining trait is that people are always forcing their love on me.

I'm delicate and weak, and I fall over if someone pushes me, so of course I can't escape when the male leads grab me by the waist, kiss me by force, and lock me away.

I'm beautiful and kindhearted, with a saintly heart, so naturally, when the male leads threaten me, I look stubborn but have no choice but to give in.

I'm resilient and unyielding, and I never bow my head. No matter what they do to my body, I only face them with a defiant air, as if I can't bear the humiliation. So when they toy with me until I lose control and composure, enjoying it so much my head spins, I'm still just a pitiful victim in the eyes of outsiders. It's all their fault.

After all, I'm timid and fragile, innocent and pure. Just standing there is enough to draw all their attention.

You ask what troubles me?

Lately, it seems I've been eating too well, and I'm so stuffed I feel sick. The way these men look at me always seems strangely familiar.

Still, I must be imagining it. They're not the legendary Main God, whose soul split apart and who disappeared long ago. Who could possibly find me in these countless worlds?

Theme: Only sincerity can be repaid with sincerity.