A Cultivation World with Only Male Rivals

Li Zhenzhen spent ten years slaughtering pigs at an abattoir. Her heart had grown as cold as her knife. That was until she transmigrated into an absurd novel and became a disposable passerby, Character A. The novel’s male lead was the Supreme Immortal Venerable Taiqing, breathtakingly beautiful and transcendent, born with immortal bones. The consciousness of the entire world was forcing him to fall in love with the female lead. But he remained completely unmoved, and the female lead was still raising pigs in the mortal realm after turning thirty. “Your mission is to use every means at your disposal to make the male lead so obsessed with the female lead that he can’t pull himself away.” The System put away the dossier. “The situation is extremely urgent this time, and the mission is of the utmost importance. Sum it up.” Li Zhenzhen sat on a rock, her eyelids drooping as she tore open a packet of instant noodle seasoning with her teeth. “This male lead is a believer in emotional detachment.” The System: “?” “We have to do whatever it takes to turn him into a fanatical believer.” The System: “...” Forget it. Let everything burn. Years after the mission began. Looking at the exceptionally high completion rate of the plotline and the zero completion rate of the romance, the System spoke in a voice utterly devoid of hope: “...I sent you to move the plot forward, not to overthrow the Immortal Realm!” It shouted itself hoarse: “And I told you to make the male lead so obsessed with the female lead that he can’t pull himself away, not to make him so obsessed with you that he can’t pull himself away!” - Deng Xizhi could see the System. He and its mission-takers had encountered all kinds of people: some came to win him over, some to reform him, some wanted to be his sworn friends, and some were only there to force him to fall in love with a woman. They appeared at his side one after another, in all sorts of identities, resorting to every disgusting trick they could think of to gain his “love.” He killed them, one group after another. Then, one day, he heard the familiar voice of a System. But he waited and waited. He even set the stage for the other person himself, yet the mission-taker never came to win him over. - Bonus Scene The System: “The male lead’s internal organs are all damaged, and every one of his meridians is severed. He’d only been awake for two days when you gave him two eggs... Are you even human? If the male lead starves to death, how is he supposed to get together with the female lead?” So this mission-taker and their System also wanted him to end up with some so-called “female lead.” Bored, Deng Xizhi set down the eggs and waited for Li Zhenzhen to follow the System’s instructions and persuade him to eat. Instead, he heard Li Zhenzhen laugh. “Come on, he’s a thirty-thousand-year-old virgin. I used to work at a pig slaughterhouse, not a nursing home. If he won’t eat, what am I supposed to do?” “Don’t worry. A man who skips a few meals will only end up with a six-pack.” The System: “...” Deng Xizhi: “...” - A slightly popular, naturally heartless passerby heroine × an aloof, obsessive immortal venerable male lead The heroine is a virgin; the male lead is not. The heroine has no heart. Though she’s a passerby, she’s tough to the core. In the Age of Declining Dharma, morals are scarce. There are no good people in the conventional sense anywhere in this story. Content warnings: 1. For why the heroine is called Li Zhenzhen, see the author’s note in Chapter Two. 2. This is a survival-of-the-fittest story: the weak die. See the author’s note in Chapter Two. 3. Apart from one male courtesan side character from ancient times, all the men are virgins. There’s no preaching about women’s virtue. 4. Men are superior to women, oppression runs throughout, and everyone is a villain. The heroine will kill, kill, and kill some more, but she’ll also get hurt. 6. I can’t be bothered with any more warnings. Assume the entire story is full of landmines. If you’re sensitive to that sort of thing, please read with caution. - After going crazy over chasing stats, I spontaneously started writing this in the middle of the night. It’s a practice piece to unwind in my spare time, so please excuse its shortcomings. October 9, 2024 Coming Soon: After the Passerby Disguises Herself as a Man and Makes the Crown Prince Fall for Her (Third-person narration) You transmigrate into the body of a low-ranking official in the Hanlin Academy. Born frail and unable to develop properly, you have a flat chest without even needing to bind it. You take your wife and child out to see the lanterns, then look up and catch sight of the Crown Prince, who is traveling incognito. His utterly impassive gaze drifts lazily over the noisy crowd and settles on you. You immediately lower your head, not daring to meet the eyes of the Crown Prince, rumored to be stunningly handsome and so intelligent he seems almost demonic. After that night, your insignificant official rank suddenly takes a wild ride upward, and you leap all the way to fifth rank as a Hanlin Academy scholar. The Crown Prince takes a special interest in you and insists on inviting you to late-night talks by candlelight every day after work. Before long, your colleagues envy you, your relatives cozy up to you, and your friends admire you. You vaguely sense that something is strange, but you can’t put your finger on what. Three years pass like this. You become the Crown Prince’s most trusted confidant, and he can barely stand to be away from you for even a moment. You work overtime every day and have no time at all to look after your wife and child. Just as you begin thinking about quitting, your wife dies suddenly of an illness. As a rising star in the political world, you’re in such demand that countless people want to find you a match. But, unfortunately, you’re a woman, so you really can’t accept any of those offers. As luck would have it, your cousin, whom you’ve known inside and out since childhood, is widowed while pregnant and comes to seek refuge with you. Raising someone else’s son. That’s a line of work you know well. You and your cousin hit it off at once. The day after getting engaged to your cousin, you go to the Eastern Palace to inform the Crown Prince that you’re getting married. The Crown Prince is eating breakfast. At your words, he sets down his chopsticks and slowly washes his hands. “I never meant to stand in the way of your path to a place in the annals of history. But you have forced my hand.” He looks at you and smiles faintly. His usually cool eyes are tinged with red, touched by madness. “Either I kill your fiancée, or you become my wife... Song Zhen, choose one.” Written Friday, May 9, 2025 Theme: Always pursue freedom