Surviving in an Ancient Tragic Romance [Book Transmigration]

I transmigrated to an ancient place called the East Wilderness Sect, where, they say, tragic-novel protagonists are mass-produced.

Besides one or two cannon fodder characters dying every day, the crying and screaming I hear before bed at night could rival a horror movie marathon.

To keep myself alive, after much deliberation, I decided to be a low-profile king of survival, just a background character.

So I secretly came up with a set of rules for staying alive:

1. A tall tree catches the wind, so never be the one who stands out. (Be a safe background character.)

2. As long as I run fast enough, death can't catch me. [System, arrange that teleportation skill for me.]

3. Feeling sorry for the protagonist will only bring disaster. (I'd better save my sympathy for myself, transmigrated into a tragic novel.)

4. If all else fails, delete the account and start over. (I'm tired. Let's just destroy everything.)

Who could have imagined that by keeping my head down, I'd somehow become a legend?

"Have you heard of Lu Yinchen? His lightness skill is the best in the world. No one can match him!"

Everyone knows that attracting attention is a good thing in a wish-fulfillment novel, but this is a tragic novel that has lost its mind!

Clutching my heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, I live in constant dread, terrified that someone will set their sights on me.

System: [Host, don't panic. Your very own tragic-novel story is fresh out of the oven. It's called The Sweet Story of the East Wilderness Sect.]

Me: ???

You must think I'm an idiot.

Is it still in time to fake my death and escape?

(This is a "fun" story about a survival king who just wants to spend his days safely as a low-level background character, but is pushed into becoming the protagonist by one unexpected mishap after another.

Note: The main story is written in first person.

One day, you will no longer envy the beginnings of others, but marvel at the way your own story ends.

Coming soon, save it if you're interested:

After Betas Are Stripped of Their Humanity in the ABO World

Huo Guan spent six years lying flat at home, eating boiled potatoes to avoid going to work, until he couldn't pay rent and his landlord kicked him out.

Distraught, he wandered the streets and eventually slept beneath a bridge.

When he opened his eyes again, Huo Guan realized he'd transmigrated, into the body of a Beta.

The original body's owner was thirty-eight years old, in the prime of life in a spacefaring world where the average lifespan was 140. His parents had sold everything they owned to buy him the chance to be assessed for citizenship.

But Huo Guan, newly arrived, knew none of this.

In the great interstellar age, human civilization had developed at breakneck speed. The star regions had expanded, the population was in short supply, and raising children had therefore become every citizen's duty.

But Huo Guan, newly arrived, knew none of this.

So when the assessor solemnly asked him, "How many children do you plan to have in the future?"

Huo Guan touched his ordinary-looking face, then patted his empty pockets and declared with righteous conviction, "I don't plan to get married. I'm perfectly happy on my own."

He was broke, and an absolute face-con. Since he couldn't settle for less, he might as well refuse to settle at all.

After hearing his reasons, the assessor waved a hand and stripped him of his citizenship for life, sending him to a garbage planet to be downgraded into a true interstellar wage slave.

*

Huo Guan worked there for a full ten years. After enduring workplace abuse at the hands of vicious people, insects, fish, elves, and half-machine beings, his heart had grown colder and harder than the frozen soil of the garbage planet.

That was, until the first full-dive game, City of Strange Delights, suddenly appeared.

Horror, danger, thrills: the whole population screamed and celebrated.

Like a spark catching dry grass, it instantly awakened the blazing life beneath the frozen soil of the entire garbage planet.

Driven by curiosity, Huo Guan bought a game pod and registered the ID: Caustic.

From then on, City of Strange Delights had a legend: him.

He was the backbone of the galaxy, the king of the Betas:

"We don't grovel to Omegas, we don't fear Alphas, and we don't kneel to ghosts. We worship just one king: Caustic! Caustic!! Caustic!!!"

Beautiful, reserved Omegas screamed for him, their legs going weak: "Caustic, darling, I want to have your babies! A whole soccer team of them!!!"

Huo Guan raised the corner of his mouth slightly as every giant screen in City of Strange Delights replayed the iconic scene of him slaying an SSS-rank transcendent ghost with a single strike.

Along with the envious sneers of the highborn Alphas: "An ordinary Beta is only good for polluting our eyes in a creepy game."

The perfect face Huo Guan had built up with every single attribute point twisted in a grimace for an instant. From that day on, he developed a condition called Alpha aversion.

*

One day later on, in the tens-of-billions-viewer livestream of Shi Chao, the top Alpha player in City of Strange Delights' popularity rankings, wealth rankings, and wanted rankings, a man's shoulder suddenly appeared, his face hidden.

"Let me introduce you to someone," said Shi Chao, beautiful, crazy, and a born performer. He cried into the camera, the tip of his nose faintly red, as though someone had forced him to start streaming.

His eyelashes trembled. A tear in his blue eyes quickly slid down and rolled onto his chin.

Seeing this moving scene, the interstellar netizens in the livestream were so excited they nearly fainted: My wife looks so ethereal when he cries!

The man beside him, his face still hidden, suddenly raised a hand and brushed away the tear. The motion was quick, as if he were a little embarrassed. His knuckles grazed the pale skin, leaving a faint red mark.

While the fans cried out that the man was being rough with Shi Chao, they finally heard what came next: "This is my caustic darling..."

Everyone in the livestream gasped.

Shi Chao blinked, then quickly corrected himself as if it had been nothing but a slip of the tongue: "My caustic boss!"

The person sitting beside him suddenly stood up, and the livestream went black right after.

The clueless solo fans: What? Caustic? Haven't those two always been at each other's throats, like fire and water?

The supposedly forbidden ship fans: Waaaah, the ship we secretly rooted for back then actually became canon!

Shi Chao's antis (showering Caustic's game account with gifts of wormhole nebulae): Caustic, our king, kill him while you can!

Casual fans: Is the world going crazy, or am I just too normal?

Thesis: Don't be afraid of failure. Life is a long journey, and as long as you persevere, you too can reach the shore of success.