It's a Misunderstanding! I'm Really Straight [Book Transmigration]

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Zhao Yang transmigrated into a book: a supporting male lead and martial arts alliance chief in a danmei novel dressed up as a wuxia story, featuring four tops and one bottom. Right at the start, Top Three, the demonic cult leader, killed him with a cup of poisoned wine.

Before he could even get used to his Host's cold body, the Host's new bride drew a dagger and lunged at him to finish the job. He barely escaped with his life, only to fall into Top Two's hands and be sacrificed to the plot.

Can I at least get a chance to follow the plot?!

Zhao Yang came back to life in a fury and opened his eyes.

His old enemy, the story's biggest villain, Top Three and demonic cult leader Xie Feng, looked down at him. "You're awake?"

Old grudges and new hatred surged through Zhao Yang as he roared inwardly, "Come on, kill me! The scum will end up with Top Four anyway. Then you'll be hacked to death in the protagonist bottom's bed, and die a hundred times more miserably than I did!"

But for now, the wise know when to yield. Captured by the demonic cult, he had to pretend to have amnesia and grovel to save his own skin. He willingly became the demon's lackey and sweet-talked him into a good mood, hoping the demon would spare him so he could survive until the protagonist bottom appeared.

After all, the original story said that the moment Xie Feng saw the protagonist bottom, the two would catch fire like kindling, jump straight into bed, and spend days and nights at it, unable to see anyone else...

Heh. Surely then Zhao Yang could slip away in the confusion?

He wished on every star and waited with bated breath. At long last, the protagonist bottom appeared.

Zhao Yang watched the two of them standing before him, full of delight and hoping they would get together.

But then...

The protagonist bottom, smiling through his tears, took his hand. "A-Yang, I know you love me. Marry me, and I promise I'll never let you down."

Zhao Yang: "?"

A murderous chill filled Xie Feng's eyes. A flash of steel, and Zhao Yang was dragged into his arms, a cold blade pressed to the protagonist bottom's neck. "He loves me. We pledged ourselves to each other long ago. Let him go! Or I'll kill you."

Zhao Yang: "?"

What a huge misunderstanding...

Where did these two get such a bizarre idea?

He... He really just wanted to escape with his life!

#A cult leader and an alliance chief with a communication barrier, living lives where they're constantly talking past each other?

#Alliance chief: Who could have guessed I'd get jealous enough to envy myself?

#A dignified alliance chief devotes himself to the bitter end to protecting the demonic cult?

Reading Guide:

1. A cool-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside, jealous, lovestruck cult leader who keeps imagining things x a carefree, thick-skinned, sharp-tongued straight man who only wants to escape. One-on-one romance, both are each other's first.

2. The bottom is the same person before and after he transmigrates! There is a System, but not the traditional kind.

3. Told entirely from the bottom's perspective. The top appears late, in Chapter Six.

4. Wuxia is just the backdrop. The main characters are mostly there to fall in love. This is a fictional world with lots of original details, including all kinds of magical tools to help romance along, as well as mythical beasts.

5. No coercive romance or physical and emotional abuse. A snarky, slightly silly story, not a fast-paced power fantasy. It's an unconventional, everyday tale of a cult leader and an alliance chief who constantly talk past each other. Nothing especially melodramatic. I had a delightful time writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it too!

It's fate that brought us together. Thank you for your interest~

Please add my next upcoming novel, I Really Don't Want to Be Cut to Pieces, to your favorites~

Ye Weizhou, a young man who just wants to lie flat, transmigrates into a novel. His mission is to reform Dugu Xiu, the infamous ruler of a fallen kingdom, and turn him into an emperor whose good name will be remembered for generations.

After transmigrating twice, both times he was mercilessly beheaded by the tyrant. On his final attempt

System: Congratulations! You've transmigrated into the role of Dugu Xiu's tutor. You'll be together day and night, so your chances of success are much higher!

Tutor?

Wasn't that the crown prince's spy planted at Dugu Xiu's side? And didn't he die a particularly gruesome death, slowly sliced apart alive in a thousand cuts?

Why bother with the mission? At this point, he just wanted to die quickly!

Ye Weizhou threw in the towel. "Someone else can do it! I'll go die first!"

He grabbed a kitchen knife, drank poison, burned coal, jumped off a cliff...

He went at it with a vengeance, but the only thing he accomplished was saving Dugu Xiu's life.

Fine, then. He'd saved a life, so surely the other man would be grateful and spare him, right?

But that very night, as they shared a cave, his neck suddenly went cold. Dugu Xiu had drawn a dagger and was trying to kill him?!

He really shouldn't have indulged in wishful thinking about a villain!

A quick death by the blade was better than being sliced apart a thousand times. With the System's OOC-restraining shackles on him, Ye Weizhou kept pushing the limits of reckless behavior, hoping to die sooner rather than later. But after waiting and waiting, Dugu Xiu still hadn't killed him. Instead, a note arrived from the crown prince, ordering him to get rid of Dugu Xiu as soon as possible.

Just after he received the note, Dugu Xiu sent over two plates of pastries, one large and one small, and asked him to choose.

Even an idiot could see what that was meant to symbolize, right?!

Ye Weizhou clenched the note. A thousand furious thoughts boiled down to one: Could you not cut me to pieces? Could you just chop my head off in one go?

When Dugu Xiu moved out of the palace to establish his own residence, Ye Weizhou decided to lie flat, dump all his work on someone else, and then use his poor work ethic as an excuse to escape the tiger's den. Wouldn't that let him live freely, spend his old age in peace, and farm for a few years?

But Dugu Xiu said admiringly, "Sir truly knows how to put people to good use. I, Xiu, should learn from you."

Ye Weizhou froze. Before long, Dugu Xiu had him discussing ways to govern the people every day.

He didn't just make him work. He also wanted him to join him for all three meals, keep him company during all-night reading sessions, and never leave his side. It was practically round-the-clock surveillance!

Ye Weizhou worked himself to the bone and finally held out until Dugu Xiu ascended the throne.

According to the plot, on the day of his coronation, Dugu Xiu would settle accounts with the crown prince's faction in the great hall. Ye Weizhou only had to fake his death before the purge, and he could escape the punishment of being cut to pieces.

Dugu Xiu sat on the dragon throne and glanced his way with phoenix eyes, a smile curling his lips. "I hereby appoint Lord Ye as Director of State Affairs, in charge of all officials."

Finally free of the System's restrictions, Ye Weizhou was just about to pull out the fake-death poison he had hidden in his robes and drink it first. "?"

So how was he supposed to act out the scene where he died to prove his innocence?!

This lazy fish of a man not only had to keep exhausting himself as Director of State Affairs, but Dugu Xiu, who in his previous life had been debauched, kept three thousand concubines, and spent each night with a different one, was now too bashful to choose a single consort. He even handed Ye Weizhou the responsibility of selecting an empress, saying, "I ask only for one perfect partner, two hearts together for all eternity."

And then there were the words Dugu Xiu murmured in his ear, seemingly without a second thought: "With a bearing like yours, why be a concubine to the Turkic Khagan? Why not become the empress of Great Yin instead?"

Ye Weizhou stiffened. "This is a disaster..."

There are plenty of completed, cute little short stories in my collection, too. Feel free to browse if you're interested~

Theme: Hold fast to your principles, keep your original aspirations, and believe that what you long for will eventually come to pass.