The Gloomy Beauty Tries to Win Someone Over, Only to Be Won Over Instead

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Wen Ling was pure and beautiful, yet gloomy and reclusive, with an extreme personality. Unable to see a way out, he jumped off a building.

The bad news: he didn't die.

The even worse news: he transmigrated into the apocalypse as a pitiful soul surrounded by a zombie horde, and was forced to bind himself to a livestream System.

What was he supposed to stream?

How to be a simp, the kind who simps for three people at once.

The people he had to simp for were all paragons of their generation, lofty and awe-inspiring. Every viewer thought Wen Ling would be captivated by their charms and eagerly throw himself at their feet.

No one expected him to hate the System and the male leads with a passion. Hidden in the shadows, he spied on them with a resentful glare

A: The guild leader, gentle and powerful

[The shining light of humanity is just this? How is someone like this worth following to the death? That tender look in his eyes when he bandaged my wound makes me sick. His saintly compassion is overflowing, what a fake white lotus!]

B: The guild leader's sworn enemy, a cool and aloof guy

[Who are you putting on this aloof-and-untouchable act for? What a try-hard. Did you save my life on purpose so I'd be overwhelmed with gratitude? You're just jealous of how the guild leader is surrounded by admirers and trying to copy him. Your tea act is practically spilling everywhere.]

C: The Zombie King, dangerous and cruel

[I'm already dead, so why couldn't I just stay dead? It's hilarious watching you go to such lengths to eat me. So what if I'm a simp? One day I'll turn the tables and ride you like a dog!]

Wen Ling deftly played all three male leads against one another. On the surface, he diligently acted like a simp, but the schemes in his heart were about to spill out:

After going through every hardship to get the blade that could kill the Zombie King, he handed it to the guild leader,

then stole the guild leader's intelligence and passed it to his sworn enemy,

then told the Zombie King his enemy's weakness.

And all the while, he hid in the shadows, wearing a dark, obsessive expression.

But for some reason, the bloodbath he'd imagined never happened. Instead, he was caught.

The guild leader leaned down gently and thrust deep inside him. "You were the one who gave him the intelligence."

The cool, aloof guy gripped his waist and wouldn't let him escape, his gray eyes distant and indifferent. "I've only ever told you my weakness."

The Zombie King helped him fulfill his wish to ride him, pressing a cold blade into his palm, his gaze burning with danger. "Come on, baby. Stab me yourself."

Viewers: Wait, what? Who did you say was the simp?

Reader's guide:

1. The top is split into multiple personalities

2. Both are pure

Theme: Flowers can bloom even among thorns