Feng Xingqun transmigrates into a survival novel with an ensemble cast and an infinite-flow setting, becoming a beautiful cannon-fodder character.
The beautiful cannon fodder is shallow and noisy, with nothing but looks to offer. They die early on, serving as the System's first warning to disobedient players.
Until the dead Feng Xingqun appears before them again.
With a camera, in the role of an NPC.
In an infinite-flow world, danger lurks everywhere. A delicate beauty tries to bewitch an evil god with her pretty face; a max-level lucky player has their luck maxed out and finds one item after another... Everyone reveals their ugliest side.
The slender beauty who should have died carries a camera. His shirt is immaculate, his cuffs neatly rolled up, his shoulder-length hair loosely tied at the back of his head. His expression is cool as he says, “That dodge just now was great, but I hadn't taken the lens cap off yet. Could you do it again?”
The players: “...!”
Talk of Feng Xingqun spreads across the forum. Rumor has it that completing the task of letting him take a photo he's happy with earns you a certain degree of protection. Everyone assumes it's a privilege the System gives to the photographer NPC in each instance.
Feng Xingqun: “Actually, this isn't what I did for a living before.”
But no one believes him.
Later, classic shots emerge one after another: the rainforest wanderer, the new holy father on the cross, entering the blizzard, the night returner at sea, the flock of the black goat... Every one of them was taken by Feng Xingqun.
Only then do the players realize that he's not a professional photographer following people around. He's a storm chaser, the kind who'd rather get the shot than stay alive.
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In the hot, humid rainforest, monsters lurk.
The players run themselves ragged, seeking Feng Xingqun's protection.
In the murky river, shadowy creatures lie in wait, itching to strike. Get targeted, and you'll become a free skeleton specimen in three minutes flat.
Feng Xingqun shuts a caiman's gaping jaws with his bare hands and placates it gently: “Your mouth is certainly big, but you look better when you don't smile.”
Deep in the jungle, the cannibals are always interested in fresh outsiders, and are masters of every kind of cooking, from frying and boiling to stewing and roasting.
Feng Xingqun rescues a player from the barbecue spit, pulls out a flyer advertising personal portrait sessions, and hands one to each person. His manner is sincere: “Your legs are a bit short, so we can just take a waist-up shot.”
Giant anacondas live in the shallow water along muddy banks. They're experts at squeezing people until their bones crack, then swallowing them whole.
Feng Xingqun strokes the slick snake's head, looking quite pleased. “Your head's a little big, but you've got good fashion sense. The color contrast photographs well.”
The players regard this instance's staff member as their savior, eagerly hoping to become the star of one of Feng Xingqun's photos.
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Feng Xingqun spent his whole life chasing extreme landscapes as a storm photographer. Even after he unexpectedly died and transmigrated into a book, he never stopped.
As soon as he arrived, he saw the model of his dreams: the instance's deity, whose true form was a clammy, cold, indescribable thing.
Although he'd died once, Feng Xingqun wasn't too bothered.
The monster he liked transformed in front of the reborn Feng Xingqun into a tall, cold man, cosplaying as a human. It wasn't very experienced, though, and forgot to hide the tentacles behind its back while pretending to be human.
It asked politely, its greedy yearning almost tangible, its voice damp and cold: “You're back again. You smell good. I want to eat you. Can I lick you?”
So adorable.
That was what Feng Xingqun thought, and he recorded in his diary: It was very obedient today. No need to feed it aphrodisiacs. I hope we can live happily together forever.
[Important!!!]
1. Firmly committed to a one-on-one romance. Both leads are completely devoted to each other. It's twisted, but still pure love.
2. Feng Xingqun is the bottom, and the top is “It.”
Blurb dated 2024.8.26
Theme: Fight against fate
