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One-line synopsis: You, the one I love, are the sum of every world.
Blurb:
[Clumsy, hopelessly unskilled transmigrator with an extremely thick skin × Obsessive, cold-hearted target who hides darkness behind a gentle facade]
Wen He really wanted to transmigrate back in time and win over the infamous Demon Lord, the greatest villain in the world, to save all living beings.
Really.
But can someone tell her why the divine artifact is such a piece of junk? Is transmigration random too?
On her first attempt, she was dropped into the Demon Realm. After countless trials and tribulations, Wen He finally managed to survive long enough to face the Demon Lord in his full form.
But when she deliberately approached him, he raised a hand and tried to kill her on the spot.
Wen He: Haha, don't trouble yourself. I'll do it myself!
Start over, start over!
On her second attempt, Wen He went back a hundred years.
The red mole on the young Demon Lord's eyelid looked especially captivating in the moonlight. When she pinned him against a wall, the way his Adam's apple bobbed was adorably naive.
She was suddenly confident.
So young, so innocent. If she used force and a powerful aphrodisiac, how could she fail to win him over?
But she got the man, not his heart.
Wen He gazed at the sky. The sun was so bright. She wanted to cry.
You damn Demon Lord, fine, you have someone else in your heart, but why did you have to treat me like her replacement?!
On her third attempt, Wen He hit the jackpot and transmigrated to a time before the Demon Lord had met his beloved.
Back then, she was the Demon Lord's frail cousin. She fussed over him and cared for him tenderly, as he struggled through a painful childhood with a shattered heart, until he could no longer make room for anyone else by his side.
Alas, Wen He was bedridden with a lingering illness, and even as she lay dying, she never heard him confess his feelings.
After three failures, Wen He decided the Demon Lord was a heartless, faithless man.
Who could possibly win him over? Who?
On her fourth attempt, she turned back time without much hope and returned to when the Demon Lord was still the senior disciple of the immortal sect.
The young man before her had shed his boyish innocence. He was now aloof and chaste, as pure and radiant as moonlight.
As the sect's sweet, adorable junior sister, Wen He received the senior brother Demon Lord's attentive care. And as he kept looking after her...
The senior brother Demon Lord uncovered all her secret identities?
Watching her senior brother, the Demon Lord, confess his love with such sincerity and earnestness, Wen He suddenly didn't know what to do.
But she couldn't abandon the mission halfway through, so she still followed the plan and plunged her sword into the Demon Lord's chest.
Then she kicked him back to where he came from.
Watching the Demon Lord's disbelieving expression as he fell off the cliff, Wen He dusted off her hands and walked away, leaving her achievements unclaimed.
Wen He: You killed me once, I killed you once. Fair is fair.
Wen He was captured by the Demon Lord.
A gilded cage, gauzy veils dancing, in the bedchamber at the deepest part of the Demon Realm.
The man was cloaked in coldness. His fingertips idly traced open his collar as he slowly undid his robes and pressed closer to her, step by step.
Then he stripped himself completely bare, shedding layer after layer of disguise to reveal his obsessive, crazed true nature.
"Cousin, junior sister, or... beloved wife?" He rubbed her chin with his fingers and smiled softly, the corners of his eyes flushed red as he stared at her, enticing her.
"What kind of role-play do you want this time?"
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter who you are. As long as... you're mine."
※The male lead's perspective
Song Mo knew she had to slay a Demon Lord who would destroy the world.
Until...
His beloved pierced his heart with a sword, and he fell off a cliff, smashed to pieces. Only then did he suddenly realize:
The person she had to kill was himself.
Later, while the entire cultivation world trembled, terrified that this mad Demon Lord, smashed to pieces and then put back together, would slaughter everyone,
he only touched the scar on his chest and smiled.
The sword she stabbed me with wasn't poisoned...
When she cut me, she avoided my vital spots...
Her eyes were red when she watched me fall...
Put it all together, and that's love!!!
Wen He (awkward laugh): Actually, I forgot to apply the poison. Would you believe me? And the wind was so strong on the mountaintop, with sand flying everywhere. My eyes hurt and started watering, so I missed the right spot, hahaha...
The timeline of his past, from the male lead's perspective:
First: Demon Lord in his full form. Second: Widower at eighteen. Third: Innocent at sixteen. Fourth: Cultivator at twenty-two. And then he turns evil!
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My Tsundere Junior Brother Will Never Be a Simp
A lazy, money-loving senior sister × a tsundere, sharp-tongued workaholic junior brother
Mu Xi was the good-for-nothing senior sister mocked by the entire sect.
While her fellow disciples drew upon the righteous energy of heaven and earth to practice swordsmanship, she was in the back hills, weeding, digging, and planting from start to finish.
While her junior brothers and sisters went down the mountain to gain experience and slay monsters, she crouched off to the side and took advantage of the chaos to dig up a thousand-year-old mushroom growing on a tree demon.
Even the new junior brother, who had only joined the sect six months ago, had already surpassed her in cultivation.
Mu Xi wasn't worried: Rare treasures from heaven and earth were just money waiting to be made.
Her opposite number was the exceptionally gifted genius junior brother Yan Zichu, who had become the foremost swordsman at a young age.
Mu Xi's biggest connection to Yan Zichu was that whenever people praised him as a "heaven-sent genius" and "peerless in swordsmanship," they singled her out as a negative example.
But it was fine. She loved being a plain, honest farmer who loved money.
In Mu Xi's eyes, Yan Zichu was arrogant and flamboyant, picky and fastidious. Apart from his gorgeous, androgynous face, he was utterly useless.
Most importantly, there was something wrong with this junior brother. After class, he always took a detour past her experimental plot and looked up at her with a cold snort.
He kept this up for three whole years.
Only later did she learn the truth:
Her junior brother wasn't picking a fight.
He was showing off his plumage.
Trying to find a mate.
Theme: If you love someone, say it out loud.
