Transmigrate into a Book: Crown Prince, Stop Flirting with Me

Transmigrating into a Book: The Flirtatious Crown Prince, Don't Seduce Me, also known as Siyuan

[Welcome, Host, to Slaughter. Transmigrator Gu Chiyu, your mission is...]

“Wait, are you saying I transmigrated into a novel?!”

[That's right! Join the other protagonist, Lin Siyuan, and build your power while killing decisively and mercilessly. Enjoy a life of boundless territory and beautiful women everywhere!]

“Hold on, this has to be a dream. Let me go back to sleep. Transmigration is the kind of ridiculous thing that only happens in novels, isn't it? Scammers are getting more and more sophisticated these days. There are already plenty of people trying to scam me, so get in line! Besides, I don't believe you. Let me sleep a little longer... Are scammers using holograms now?” He kept muttering to himself. “I've only got 3.2 yuan left in my bank account. Why don't you find a fatter sheep?”

[Believe it or not, you've already transmigrated.]

“I had to toil like an ox and horse in my old world, and now it's the same here? I'm a dead fish. I just want to slack off!!!”

[Since you've transmigrated into a book, don't go OOC. Trust me, I'll erase your memories.]

A lot happened after I transmigrated into the novel Slaughter.

How should I deal with it? How can I change things?

The original plot... Well... That's a good question...

What was the story all about? I think I've forgotten.

I lived. He died.

Before the great battle began, he wrote me a very long letter. We won the battle, but what about him? I stayed in that world until this body died and I returned to my own world. But time flowed differently between the two worlds. By the time I woke up, I was already thirty.

Before I left, I used my accumulated points to redeem items from the System, spending them all. I took the mementos he and I had left behind, and... his ashes.

I planted flowers in his ashes. I love flowers, but I don't know how to care for them. The flowers died, and he died in front of me once more...

The wind chime rings, and an old friend returns. I'm waiting for the wind, and for you.

The bell rings. I look up. Birds yearn for their old nests, and fish long for the deep waters of home.

Possessive, calculating, teasing crown prince, the fox (shou) & dead-fish, wooden, spirited general, the loyal dog (gong)

Premise: If you can't escape the abyss, you might as well learn to drift with it