The Elf Everyone Dotes On Just Wants to Lie Flat

[Bonus chapters updating slowly] Yijia was reborn as an elf. It was only after learning the name of the elf born on the same day as him that he realized he had transmigrated into a book. He had become a cannon-fodder elf in a Western fantasy novel. In the original story, the Mother Tree of Life was withering day by day. He and the protagonist, Dixia, were born on the same day, making them the only two natural elves born in the Forest of Elves in five hundred years. The protagonist, Dixia, was born with perfect affinity for the wood element. According to the oracle, he was the Holy Son destined to lead the elf race back to its former glory and revive the Mother Tree. As soon as his talent was discovered, the king decided to keep him at his side and personally tutor him. Yijia envied Dixia's talent, so an evil mage took advantage of him, persuading him to use dark magic to steal Dixia's gift. In the end, Yijia repented and gave his life to stop the spell, his soul returning to the Mother Tree. In his previous life, Yijia had been an overworked corporate drone. He believed that with great power came great responsibility. As one of only two natural elves born in the Forest of Elves in five hundred years, he was rare and precious, too. Although the king didn't pay him much attention, the elves in the royal city were practically ready to worship him. He could ask for any artistic treasure he wanted. Since his talent was ordinary, no one expected anything of him or demanded that he study! He could do whatever he liked and study whatever he wanted. No one would interfere. They'd only praise him: Baby's little seedling has grown a flower bud! Baby's so amazing! For a corporate drone, this was practically a dream life in paradise!!! Who'd want to oppose the protagonist? He couldn't be bothered with that sort of thing. * When Dixia was still an elf fruit, a short fragment of memory appeared in his mind. It told him that the elf fruit beside him would hurt him out of jealousy one day. Dixia didn't tell anyone. He only made a secret decision: he would keep a close eye on Yijia, and if he ever noticed the first signs of anything amiss, he would appear in time and set him straight. To keep his friend from turning evil, Dixia decided to stick close to Yijia and make sure he noticed every change in his friend's feelings right away. Instead, he found his friend spending every day planting flowers, playing with birds, experimenting with food, eating with gusto, staying up late to watch the stars, and sleeping until he woke naturally. Yijia was living a carefree, comfortable life. Meanwhile, Dixia, whom the Elf King had such high hopes for, had a grueling workload. He had to start studying at dawn and keep going until nightfall. Worst of all, he even had to steal time from meals just to visit his friend. Dixia: Which one of us is supposed to turn evil, anyway?! * [*A lighthearted, doted-on-everyone 1v1 romance. Please forgive the many liberties I've taken with the setting.] * Please add my next farming novel to your reading list: "Transmigrating to Prehistoric Times to Become a Shaman [Worldbuilding]" Blurb: Yu Xia was reborn in the body of a young shaman from a prehistoric tribe. His timing couldn't have been worse: the tribe faced the double crisis of a bitter winter and dwindling food supplies. Its people shivered in cold caves, on the verge of extinction. Outside the cave, ice and snow covered everything. Yu Xia struggled to find new food to replenish their stores. Just when he thought he'd have to start farming from scratch, his golden finger finally came online! [Farming System bound. Activating personal center] [System activated. New-user gift pack issued. Please tap to claim] * The Summer Shaman was the wisest shaman on the Totem Continent and a favorite of the Spring God. He plucked the sun from the winter sky and brought warmth to his people. When his hand brushed the grass, its blades gained the power to heal. Wherever he went, golden waves of wheat rolled across the fields, and the rice stores overflowed. The Summer Shaman brought abundance and healing to the Totem Continent. In lands under his protection, hunger vanished from the lives of all his people. Everyone longed to become one of the Summer Shaman's people, and every warrior took pride in becoming one of his guardian warriors. But there was only one guardian warrior approved by Summer, and his name was Yi. * Yi would always remember that day. The young shaman spoke, then held out his hand to him “Yi means an arrow attached to a cord. Once an arrow leaves the bowstring, it never comes back.” “Did you give yourself that name because you wish for a ‘cord’ that could tether you, an ‘arrow’ already loosed from its bow?” Yi didn't answer him then. It was only much later, on a certain dark night, that Yi gently nipped the shaman's skin with his canine teeth and lingered, licking the side of his neck. Watching the shaman's dazed, unfocused expression, he finally admitted in a low voice, “You are my reins.” I will be an arrow that returns, the most loyal of hunting dogs. I will always watch your hand, and the reins it holds You must not let go. You must not put them down. * [This story includes settings such as totemic divine power. The worldbuilding is entirely the author's own.] Theme: Cherish nature