The White Moonlight in a Bad Ending Script [Quick Transmigration]

[A prickly, good-tempered, thoughtful beauty bottom x a sharp-tongued, jealous, clingy, loyal-dog top]

[Main story complete. A 9,000-word bonus epilogue will be released on January 9.]

Song Qing is a candidate for the position of Main God. To earn enough points, he has no choice but to venture alone into the legendary high-difficulty minor worlds.

Alone?

System (smiling): Not exactly.

[World Two]

Song Qing is a little bamboo shoot brimming with spiritual energy, growing in a bamboo grove. From the start, his target dug him up.

His target is cold, selfish, and dirt poor, always scheming to sell him for cash.

Desperate not to end up in a stir-fry, Song Qing quickly makes something up. “I can tell you have exceptional bones and an extraordinary destiny...”

“...I can take you on the path to immortality and make you a legendary hero admired by all!”

But after all that searching for immortality, no one discovers the target's exceptional bones. Instead, Song Qing is found to possess a supreme spirit root. The arrogant rich young master traveling with them falls for him, the sect elders dote on him, and even the aloof Immortal Venerable drops by now and then just to see him.

Song Qing catches Zhou Yi's increasingly strange looks and feels a little guilty. “I never meant to steal your destiny as the legendary hero...”

“It's fine,” Zhou Yi says with a faint smile. “Let me have a bite, and I'll forgive you.”

Only when Song Qing is pinned to the bed does he realize in horror...

...that's what he meant by eating.

[World Three]

The apocalypse arrives, and zombies run rampant. Song Qing, a bookish guy who's got nothing going for him except his looks, decides to sit quietly in his dorm and wait to die.

But then...

The class monitor, reborn and finding fault with him at every turn, offers him a hand. “Come with me. I'm smart.”

His hot-tempered childhood friend, who once said he hated him, puts on an apron and cooks for him. “What we have is real. What I have with them is just for show!”

As for the Zombie King, who has been hiding in the shadows, he says nothing and just keeps changing his appearance.

Does Song Qing like this face? Who knows. I'll borrow it.

Does Song Qing like this face? No? Then I'll change to another one.

Song Qing has always thought he'd be the one who was abandoned.

But again and again, people tell him to his face, “You are the only treasure in the world. He loves you.”

1. The first world fell apart. Don't read it, seriously, don't. It's a waste of money. It won't traumatize you, but it's really bad, orz.

2. There are split personalities, but the relationship stays firmly 1v1. The main story leans serious and has angst.

3. This is my first novel, so there may be all kinds of issues. Feel free to point them out. I'll send a red envelope to everyone whose comment I see!

4. I'm poor, so I can only afford one character card. I actually have four character designs, though (collapses).

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Shan Shuning had the worst luck. His father drove drunk and got into an accident, leaving him in a vegetative state. The person he hit and killed also left behind a young child.

That little “tagalong” ended up moving into Shan Shuning's home, as was only natural.

Li Yanmo was as quiet as his name suggested. Whenever Shan Shuning saw him, he would either timidly avert his eyes or hide in his room without coming out, like a mouse.

Shan Shuning hated his personality. Aside from meals and school, whenever he saw him, he'd coldly tell him to “get lost.”

Desperate for money like never before, Shan Shuning had no choice but to look online for a part-time job. Following a friend's advice, he took his first gig as a model for an artist.

The artist's requests were strange, often asking him to record videos while striking suggestive poses. But the pay was good, so Shan Shuning went along with it.

Until one day, Li Yanmo caught him in the act.

The boy's eyes widened in alarm as he peered through the crack in the door. Shan Shuning bent at the waist, his cheap sweatshirt rolled up to reveal his pale, slender waist. A camera stood in front of him, its lens glinting faintly.

His throat seemed to seize up. He couldn't say a word.

After being discovered, Shan Shuning was so embarrassed that he angrily decided to leave and cool off.

Before he could get out the door, Li Yanmo ran into his arms, staring at him like a betrayed puppy.

“Is this how you usually make money? By taking off your clothes for other people?”

Shan Shuning glared at him. “What else?”

Li Yanmo grew flustered, tears welling in his eyes. “I... I can quit school. Please stop doing things like that... Do you need money that badly? I just got a scholarship, and I can get a part-time job too. Please...”

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Li Yanmo had always seen Shan Shuning as a beacon of light.

And it was true. Shan Shuning helped him escape the shadow of his father's abuse, giving him food, clothes, and an education.

Shan Shuning didn't like him, and Li Yanmo knew it. With no way to repay him and afraid of being abandoned again, he could only cook and do chores at home to make life easier for him.

But why were more and more people gathering around Shan Shuning?

An alarm went off in Li Yanmo's head. He had no idea that he had already claimed Shan Shuning as part of his own little circle.

He kept pretending to be a sweet, obedient lamb in front of Shan Shuning, while secretly baring his claws at all those people eyeing him covetously.

One of those would-be rivals barged into Shan Shuning's home, pointed at Li Yanmo, and started cursing him. Then he turned to Shan Shuning. “You're still keeping him around! Do you even know what he's...”

Shan Shuning frowned, and Li Yanmo's eyes immediately reddened.

“I...” Before Li Yanmo could explain, Shan Shuning said coldly, “You're the one who corrupted him.” Then he slammed the door shut.

That night, Li Yanmo climbed into Shan Shuning's bed, trembling with excitement.

He had spent so much time with Shan Shuning that he knew exactly how to make him soften.

Shan Shuning's tearful sobs, laced with curses, were swallowed by a kiss. Li Yanmo took the slaps against his face, rubbing against Shan Shuning's feverish skin. “Brother... I like you so much. I'll give you all my money, and myself too. Is that okay?”

At first, Li Yanmo wanted to repay his kindness by becoming Shan Shuning's wife and offering himself to him.

Only later did he realize that to have Shan Shuning completely, he had to become his husband.

Theme: Finding yourself