I Transmigrated Into a Dog-Blood Novel as a Cannon-Fodder Male Insect

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Shen Suihan transmigrated into a clichéd, melodramatic interstellar insect novel as a cannon-fodder male insect.

A genuine cannon-fodder character: the kind who harasses the protagonist's love interest, then gets pulverized when the protagonist's love interest's destined partner swoops in to deliver justice.

Given another life, I swear I'll... Wait, where did this gorgeous female insect come from?

So pretty. I'll take him home and raise him.

While living under an assumed identity to escape his death ending, Shen Suihan found the nutrient solution on the insect planet more bland than his life, so he decided to use his golden finger to livestream himself making delicious food.

Comments: I must be seeing things. A male insect is livestreaming to show off and make a spectacle of himself.

Five minutes later

Comments: Holy crap, what is this? It's so delicious!

Whoops, he accidentally became famous across the insect planet.

He fell for the female insect he'd taken in, and was just about to confess when he realized that once the other man took off his clothes, his muscles were more solid than Shen Suihan's.

Shen Suihan: "..."

Suddenly, it seemed like there was nothing wrong with getting stronger first and confessing later.

Life was peaceful and pleasant, and Shen Suihan thought things could stay that way forever.

Until the gorgeous female insect's secret identity was exposed right in his face, without warning.

Looking at the female insect, who came with a string of secret identities: "the Alliance's most promising young general," "the protagonist's uncle," "a famous male-insect hater," and "a war hero who died on the battlefield," Shen Suihan fell into deep thought.

Oh no. The female insect he liked was also cannon fodder in the original novel, and his death on the battlefield was meant to spur the protagonist's growth.

His role as cannon fodder was just a much more prestigious one than Shen Suihan's.

One day, the famous male-insect-hating general accidentally appeared on camera. In front of tens of millions of viewers, he draped his cloak over Shen Suihan's shoulders.

Shen Suihan: "!"

Livestream viewers: "?????"

Comments: General Song, get a grip!! Aren't you a male-insect hater!!!

To save Song Qingdong from his destined death, Shen Suihan defied fate despite the risk of falling into a space-time rift, forcibly changing his character's ending.

But as he kept saving him, why did the plot seem to be getting stranger and stranger?

Wait, how did I become a god?

[He only wants to lie flat and slack off, but discovers his husband is stronger than him, so he angrily goes off to make money. Bright, straightforward, innocent puppy-like gong x A seemingly aloof, actually deceptive and incredibly strong, beautiful and tragic general shou]

Reader's guide: Gong-centric, 1v1, the gong isn't weak. Early on, his male-insect identity makes him a little delicate and physically weak.

The first part includes food livestreaming, but food won't take up a very large portion of the story. It gradually fades out later.

(Hiding behind a pot lid) The plot requires some clashes of ideas, but there won't be any grand-scale movement for equal rights. The conflict centers on [seeing each other as equals], and it won't take up much of the story. Later on, it'll mostly be glossed over (Really, it's not much, please don't yell at me, please stop. I've deleted lots of inflammatory comments. I'm sorry, I'll never do this again, QAQ.)

This isn't a typical insect novel, and it has a truly ridiculous number of original worldbuilding details.

The author loves revising. I keep finding typos and editing the story whenever I can. Sorry!

Theme: Stay true to your original intentions, and you'll reach the end.