No One Could Ever Discover My Lordship's Thirst Syndrome!

[Gender transformation / woman to man / pure love / top]

[Licha (Venerable Lord Xuan Yao), top x Yi Youmei (Lord of the Heart's Gaze), bottom]

Licha transmigrated into a book.

She had landed inside The Lord of the Heart's Gaze, the novel she'd written during her chuunibyou phase.

The Villain Redemption System: [That's right, a cultivation novel with characters dying left and right from beginning to end! And it only has an 800-word outline!]

"I forgot. Just get to the point."

[You heartless, ungrateful, outline-writing delinquent! Let me jog your memory...]

[The protagonist, Xiao Chenyuan, is heaven's favored child, peerless in grace and talent. His white-and-purple sword has witnessed nine thousand years of spring and summer. He is a widely connected, universally acclaimed leader of the righteous path. Who in the world doesn't know him?]

[The villain, Fallen Emperor Di Men, took the position of Demon Lord despite being human. He is ambitious, brilliant, cruel, and ruthless. The crystal of darkness between his brows lets him see into people's hearts, and no one can escape his gaze. He will set off a world-ending war and bathe the three realms in blood.]

[And these two people! They share the same name: Yi Youmei!]

"I don't have time to hear all this." Licha looked at her mother, who had transmigrated with her and was still asleep in her hospital gown, bald after chemotherapy. Tears streamed down Licha's face as she panicked. "Send us back! My mom just had her second round of chemo!"

[The Creator's brush brings all things to life. You get one chance to write yourself a cultivation technique. Give it a try.]

Licha gave it a try.

Licha became a man.

Licha waved her hand and froze her mother's time.

The Villain Redemption System: [What?! How is this possible?! That's the ultimate forbidden law of time! And the price you paid in exchange was just becoming a man? No, even if you were this world's Creator, that's impossible!]

A passerby accidentally brushed against his exposed wrist bone. A tingling sensation washed over his body, and Licha's whole frame shuddered, suddenly hypersensitive.

A flash of startled disbelief crossed his eyes. He held back his breath, his eyelids trembling, and swiftly pulled his glove tight until not a gap remained.

He choked back a sob. "Of course... that wasn't the only price."

[Blame the eleven Hosts before you who failed and died. I had no choice but to come to you, the author who created Yi Youmei. If you complete the mission to redeem Yi Youmei, I can apply to my superiors to send you and your mother home!]

[Go! Scale mountains of blades and seas of fire for Yi Youmei. Give him warmth and love!]

Licha's voice was dry and hoarse. He plunged headfirst into the icy pool. Tears, forced from the corners of his eyes by pleasure, melted into the water, and a whimper escaped his throat. "...I understand."

**

Yi Youmei considered himself the pinnacle of transmigrators.

But after being reborn eleven times, bathing the three realms in blood eleven times, and killing eleven task-takers, Yi Youmei was sick of it all.

Even after all those long years, Yi Youmei still remembered the 2.8-million-character classic cultivation novel he had transmigrated into, The Lord of the Heart's Gaze. It had broken the hearts of countless readers back then, all because the author killed off the story's most powerful background character, the white moonlight shared by all its heroes and villains: Venerable Lord Xuan Yao.

During his first eleven rebirths, Yi Youmei had never met Venerable Lord Xuan Yao. He'd only received news of his death from afar.

"A Lichun flute at his waist, a sea of stars in his eyes, and a black-and-gold ceremonial robe fitted snugly to the tips of his fingers."

Yi Youmei still remembered this line describing Venerable Lord Xuan Yao.

And he remembered a pinned comment from the comment section: "I just want to know! His Lordship's ceremonial robes are buttoned up so tightly! What exactly is he hiding from us esteemed VIP readers?!"

He was silent and profound, brilliant as a falling star in the western sky.

On his twelfth rebirth, Yi Youmei looked at the man before him, who might be the twelfth task-taker. Sick of the whole thing and itching to kill, he heard the man's inner voice say, "Don't touch me," and smiled with amusement.

'I want to know too.'

Theme: Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony; freedom, equality, justice, rule of law; patriotism, dedication, integrity, friendship.