After Transmigrating Into a Book, My Master Became the Pursuer

1. Lu Changyu started writing a danmei novel about a cold, ruthless master who takes in a talented disciple destined to turn evil, and all the love and hate that follow. He’d barely written the opening when he transmigrated into the story. 2. On his first day after transmigrating into a book, he saw a young man in green holding a bamboo umbrella. The man asked him gently, “Would you be willing to become my disciple?” He nodded as if bewitched, only to realize afterward that this was the protagonist’s master! Immortal Venerable, you picked up the wrong person! 3. In this world of endless repetition, Lu Changyu had seen too many people who seemed like protagonists, some elevated to godlike heights, others cast down into the dust. Whenever he looked at the masses through their eyes, all he saw was people swept along by the current. Lu Changyu seemed to have a place among them, but he had no golden finger or good luck. He couldn’t be a paragon of virtue, nor could he treat human lives as worthless. It took him one day to create this world, but ten years to learn how to become one of the countless ordinary people in it. Later, as he lay dying and his soul faded away, his master gave up his fame and reputation to save his life, telling him word by word: “Be like a lamp. Travel through countless places in this world, and in the end, shine beneath the eaves and light up a small corner. That is what gives life meaning.” A fake slacker, secretly a devoted disciple, bottom x a seemingly aloof but actually hypocritical master, top Both devoted to each other | Happy ending | Older master and younger disciple | Mutual healing | Both beautiful, powerful, and tragic Content warnings and notes: *This story was written the old-fashioned way, with absolutely no AI involvement. Any changes in my writing style depend on whatever books I’ve been reading lately. *The opening blurb is for reference only. He officially takes on his disciple after the first illusion ends. *An unconventional transmigration-into-a-book story. The male lead has no golden finger, System, or storage space, doesn’t turn evil, and doesn’t try to rule the world. *The worldbuilding is make-believe. Please don’t overthink it. *The bottom’s appearance and temperament aren’t genuinely plain. He has a low presence and deliberately acts like a disposable extra, which is why he seems plain in the story. *Both leads are beautiful, powerful, and tragic, just in different ways. Blurb created on 2023.8.04, screen-recorded Coming soon: 《Dream Men Have Their Day》 1. Song Zhenting had a husband who died in the line of duty, but nobody except Song Zhenting remembered that he’d ever existed. Everyone said Song Zhenting was delusional. Furious, he became his dead husband’s dream man. Ignoring the pitying, baffled looks from those around him, he started making dream divination charts, dream maps, and dream sketches… until one day he awakened to the truth: he was actually the foil to the protagonist of a horror novel. The original story was about the protagonist bottom and the protagonist top, who had died unexpectedly, rekindling their love across the divide between the living and the dead. Song Zhenting, a mindless, vicious supporting character, was set up as a foil to them alongside his dead husband. Song Zhenting was overjoyed. “I told you my husband was real. That’s some face-slapping for you, huh?” 2. When the protagonist bottom rented a haunted apartment by accident and pulled out a stack of talismans to protect himself, Song Zhenting casually took out three tarot cards. “Is that you, honey?” After his dead husband gave him a thorough scolding, the paranormal activity stopped that very night. In its place, whenever Song Zhenting kept unhealthy hours, something would float up out of nowhere and bonk him on the head. When a string of murders struck the family estate, the protagonist bottom and the ghost top worked together to find the wronged spirit and catch the killer. Song Zhenting took out pen and paper and declared boldly, “Honey, I trust you. Draw whoever you think did it, and I’ll have the butler arrest them.” After drawing the killer, the floating pencil paused for a long time, then drew a tiny version of Song Zhenting. That night, he readily handcuffed himself to the bedpost and waited to be arrested. But the handcuffs suddenly came undone, and a force from behind kicked him onto his butt. The bed felt a little colder that night, too. At the end of the original story, the protagonist bottom accumulated enough good karma and had the protagonist’s halo on his side, allowing him to find a body for his lover and bring him back to life. Song Zhenting, a mindless villain who’d taken the wrong path with his crooked intentions, not only failed to resurrect his husband, but lost his entire fortune and became gravely ill. As he crouched by the roadside with tears in his eyes, warmth suddenly enveloped him. Lu Xijie sighed in his ear. “How can you be so stupid? The only time you could ever bully me was when we were in school.” An over-the-top dream man, a rich kid raised frugally by his family x a justice-obsessed ghost who seems cold but is warmhearted Reader’s notes *Older top, happy ending. The top gets a new body, and the bottom won’t get sick either. *If anything in the dream-man content is inappropriate, please let me know. ORZ. Please check out my friend’s story! It’s about a sweet couple, and it goes great with this author’s story! 《Can a Humanlike AI Like Him Have a Secret Crush?》 【High-energy, lovesick puppy top x cool, flirtatious bottom with a touch of a robot vibe.】 Xiang Huaixia grew up unloved by both parents. At eighteen, he was supporting himself by boosting people in video games when a roommate suddenly appeared out of nowhere. His roommate was handsome and skilled in a fight, but not very approachable. The first thing out of his mouth was a line cold enough to freeze someone: “I got the rental wrong. I’ll be moving out in a month.” Xiang Huaixia didn’t think much of it. He messaged someone he’d met on a mental health support forum: [My new roommate is from H City, like you, but he’s not very easy to get along with.] However, he soon noticed that his new roommate was a little strange. For instance, whenever Xiang Huaixia came home late from work, his roommate left a light on for him. When it was hot, his roommate would keep watching him until he blushed. Even after school, he always insisted that Xiang Huaixia accompany him… He also realized his new roommate seemed to know him very well. Whenever Xiang Huaixia went out in the rain without an umbrella, the other man always appeared at just the right moment. Unable to help himself, he told his online friend: [Do you think he does this because he likes me?] His friend replied: [Ask him.] So Xiang Huaixia did. He cornered the hard-to-approach man and asked, “Why… do you always leave a light on for me?” “I’m afraid of the dark.” “Why do you always watch me until I blush?” “Huoxiang Zhengqi water makes my face flush.” “…Why do you always make me walk you home after school?” “I get lost easily.” Xiang Huaixia met Bo He’s sincere gaze and heard his own heart breaking. Then Bo He asked, “Is there anything else you want to ask?” Xiang Huaixia: “?” Bo He blinked, looking a little disappointed. “I thought the way you asked me about it online meant you liked me.” Xiang Huaixia: “!” * The students at Jicheng No. 3 High School thought of Xiang Huaixia as poor, handsome, great at video games, and not someone you wanted to mess with. Their impression of the transfer student Bo He, meanwhile, was that he excelled in both academics and conduct. Within a month of transferring, he’d become student council president and claimed the top spot in his grade. By the sanitation area behind the school’s athletic field, the student council president on duty pulled Xiang Huaixia, who was on cleanup duty, into a secluded corner. With a cold expression, he left a hickey on his chest, then fastened Xiang Huaixia’s uniform so the buttons covered it. He warned him, “No matter how hot it gets, you’re only allowed to unbutton it this far. Do you know how many people keep staring at you?” Xiang Huaixia grabbed his hand. His heart was pounding as he pushed his luck and asked, “If I do what you say, can I have another kiss?” *One-on-one | Both devoted to each other | Each other’s first love | Mutual attraction, locked in for good | High school setting | Both are adults when they start dating* -We politely decline extreme fans of either the top or the bottom- Older master and younger disciple, coming soon: 《The Crown Prince》 Shen Guannan was a wise and virtuous heir to the throne. His original name was Shen Zhiyi. In his first year as crown prince, the people lived in peace and prosperity. He shared their food and lodging, rewarded and punished alongside them, and became renowned throughout the land for his swordsmanship. In his third year as crown prince, he built ties with many other nations, reduced taxes, promoted the imperial examinations, and enjoyed favorable weather and bountiful harvests. In his fifth year as crown prince, the border was repeatedly invaded. At the same time, an irreverent Imperial Tutor arrived in the palace and kept insisting he was Shen Zhiyi’s master. Shen Zhiyi grew impatient and challenged him to a sword fight, only to suffer defeat at every turn. He was driven from the palace to the battlefield, where that sword finally pierced his chest, leaving him a ghost for over three hundred years. Later, he became a celebrated courtesan, a male favorite of a rival kingdom’s crown prince, and an anonymous wandering spirit. Eventually, he became the magistrate of a place called Jiang County. He killed countless people who preyed on the common folk. His skin was pale as the cold moon, and a gloomy air lingered around his eyes and brows. Later, a famous Daoist priest in the martial world was ordered to come and kill him. It was his master from his previous life. ** Mo Yue also encountered a very troublesome ghost, one who changed identities and killed without mercy. By the Vermilion River, in a mass grave, the ghost said that the wronged souls behind him were all his own victims. Mo Yue grabbed him by the collar and berated him. “Do you even remember who these innocent people were?” The ghost smiled. “My people.” Later, in paintings and dreams in the dead of night, Mo Yue would catch glimpses of an upright, dignified figure. Those around him called him the crown prince. Later still, Mo Yue watched Shen Guannan establish new laws, reform the system, and exhaust his soul to lead a rebellion for the people. He tried to sacrifice himself to save Shen Guannan, but failed. History recorded neither of their names again. A gloomy crown prince of a fallen kingdom, devoted to his people x a righteous Imperial Tutor in their past life, a hypocritical Daoist priest in their next *Older master and younger disciple, tragic ending, both die. Theme: Good and evil are repaid in kind. Never give up on being kind