Day N of Raising a Silver Dragon

Bai Yu wakes up one day to discover that he has become a magician who specializes in love spells.

The good news: This is a world of magic and dragons.

The bad news: Love spells don't exist.

In other words, he's a fraud.

And he's being hunted for having deceived some big shot about his feelings.

Bai Yu can only take all his worldly possessions and flee to a desolate town, where he lives a painful (and blissful) life, cut off from the world.

Until one day.

He finds a notebook at home.

He opens to the first page:

[Don't save the black-haired man by the roadside. He'll get you killed.]

Bai Yu: ???

He looks at the humanoid creature occupying the only single bed and falls into deep thought.

He turns to the second page:

[Well, if you've already saved him, then whatever you do, don't go with him.]

Bai Yu: ...

He turns to the next page...

It won't turn.

Wait, so what's the point of this thing?

Bai Yu is baffled, confused, and shocked.

But he decides to follow its advice.

So when his enemies catch him and he has no choice but to ask the man watching the show nearby for help,

the man gives him a lazy sidelong glance. "Didn't you say you'd rather die than come with me? Well, now your wish has come true."

Bai Yu: ...

Is that how you treat the person who saved your life, you ungrateful bastard?

Legend has it that wilderness mages are skilled in love magic.

Murphy scoffs at the idea.

Well, his mercenary company does happen to be short a doctor.

Too bad this highly skilled mage doesn't seem to want to leave this little town.

A bit troublesome.

What should he do?

Simple. Make it so the mage has no choice but to leave.

The head of the Silvermoon Mercenary Company smiles with delight.

[On the Subject of Love Spells]

Who understands love best?

Faced with this question, Bai Yu takes up his brush and writes three big characters: single guys.

[Bonus Scene]

The head of the Silvermoon Mercenary Company keeps all kinds of jars and bottles in his room. It's not that he likes them himself.

It's because one day he overhears his beloved talking to his deputy: "No matter how handsome a man is, he's completely unattractive once he goes bald."

"Just hypothetically, if that man were the commander, what would you do?" the deputy asks.

His beloved answers without hesitation, "Obviously, I'd find someone new as fast as I could."

The commander nearly grinds his teeth to dust.

To make sure no one new gets a chance, the commander embarks on a skincare routine.

"Darling, why is there face cream on your desk? As far as I know, you don't need it, do you?"

The commander replies with a blank expression, "No, I need it very much."

* A rational, black-sesame tangyuan recipient vs. a tsundere, sharp-tongued top

Next door, I'm writing Why Does the Sword Venerable Forcefully Take Male Cultivators?

Yin Mingguang wakes up one day to discover that he's lost his memory.

The good news: He's a third-generation cultivator, with all the heavenly treasures he could ever want. It doesn't matter if he can't be cured.

The bad news: He's an ordinary person.

The worse news: He's also the number-one swordsman in the cultivation world.

Who knows how he managed that?

But Yin Mingguang is easygoing. Every day, he eats and sleeps, and sleeps and eats. Whenever he has time, he wanders around town.

The only downside is that everyone in the Sword Sect earnestly urges him to cultivate, constantly reminding him not to disgrace his ancestors or tarnish the Sword Venerable's reputation.

No problem.

The young master says he won't listen to a single word of it.

One day, he happens upon a blindfolded man carrying an umbrella and going around asking people to teach him.

Seeing the man's striking looks, just barely hidden beneath the gauze, he is captivated by his beauty... no, inspired to nurture his talent. He immediately decides to take him as his disciple.

People keep saying this is kidnapping.

What a joke. When you're a third-generation cultivator, it's not called kidnapping.

This disciple of his isn't very obedient.

Being taller than his master is already a major flaw, and he's also a bit of a stickler.

He keeps saying things like, "Don't expose your chest in front of your disciple."

He won't even sleep together with him.

Years later.

"Sigh!" Yin Mingguang shakes his head. "Teaching disciples is so exhausting!"

The man behind him suddenly wraps an arm around his waist and whispers, "Master, teach me some more. Your swordplay is so difficult."

Yin Mingguang: "?"

The young master is baffled. "When did you start practicing swordsmanship?"

Nian Wujiu bends down slightly and helps him take off his shoes and socks, his voice low. "Tonight."

[Bonus Scene]

There's a teahouse in Guanyue City, and the teahouse has a storyteller.

The storyteller says, "As the tale goes, it was right here that Sword Venerable Mingguang kidnapped Nian Wujiu and took him away!"

The audience: "Wow!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, kidnapping a male cultivator is a first in all of history!" The storyteller points his fan from one side to the other. "Have you ever seen it? Have you? None of us have!"

"But who is Nian Wujiu? He's the greatest demon of our time. And there he was, strolling along at his leisure..."

Yin Mingguang looks up at the scholar onstage, speaking with absolute conviction and spitting as he goes. Then he glances at the man beside him, who is wiping his hands with a silk handkerchief.

He hesitates. "...Did I kidnap you?"

The man raises an eyebrow. "Didn't you?"

* A deceptively innocent, black-bellied young sword venerable vs. a hypocrite who occasionally acts like a green tea

Theme: Self-reliance