Global Mutation, and I'm Arguing with the Guy in My Head!

Content warning: This is not a power fantasy.

Older, sharp-tongued, aloof top VS goofy college student bottom

Xie Mi always thought he was just an ordinary college student. Then one day, a crack split open in the sky, people started growing fish heads, and the police surrounded him.

The evidence was conclusive, and the surveillance footage proved it: he was the murderer in a homicide case.

Xie Mi's legs went weak. Trembling, he tapped at the voice in his head. "Bro, was that you?"

A cold laugh rang inside his mind. "Heh. Do I look like I have nothing better to do?"

Xie Mi panicked even more. "Then... then did I do it in my sleep?"

"If you're not using your brain, you might as well donate it."

Outside the door, a police officer pointed a gun at Xie Mi.

With tears in his eyes, Xie Mi grasped at straws. "Bro! Stop insulting me and help me first!"

That cool, clear voice drawled lazily, carrying a hint of mockery and an air of complete indifference:

"Assaulting a police officer is a serious crime, idiot."

Xie Mi, pinned down by several officers and unable to move: "…"

There was no doubt about it: Xie Mi was arrested.

Now a mysterious man sat in front of him, aiming a remote control at him. The man said darkly, "I know there's someone else living inside your body."

Xie Mi's expression changed, and he instinctively protested, "There isn't! That's my multiple personality disorder! I made him up! He doesn't exist!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man saw that he refused to confess and activated the remote.

A sharp pain shot through Xie Mi's head.

When he looked up again, the terror and unease had vanished from his face, replaced by an expression of utter indifference.

The "bro" inside him had finally been provoked into coming out.

He looked at the mysterious man, his voice cold enough to freeze water.

"You have a death wish."

#What's it like having a germaphobic, sharp-tongued roommate in your head? #

#I thought he was supposed to be an aloof big shot, so why does he even care if I put my socks on wrong? #

Note: This blurb was written on February 17, 2026.

Content warning: This is not a power fantasy.

Reader's guide:

1. Straight-laced, goofy college student bottom VS older, mature, sharp-tongued top. Narcissistic romance.

2. The romance and plot get equal attention. The plot is light and not too brainy.

3. One-on-one romance, happy ending.

Next book: ABO.

I've got 110,000 words drafted, and it'll start updating in September.

A shameless, love-crazed, unhinged scumbag top VS a steadfast bottom who seems forced to give in but is actually perfectly willing

Shamelessly forward top VS cold-faced, adorable bottom

Song Yubai was hurriedly called back to the country by his family to attend his cousin's wedding.

Before his plane had even landed, he heard that his cousin's arranged-marriage partner was blind.

Song Yubai spent hours gloating. He never thought his sanctimonious cousin would get his comeuppance.

On the wedding day, he was drinking in the banquet hall with a childhood friend he hadn't seen in years. The friend had never met Zhou Xuheng's new wife, and, curious, asked Song Yubai, who was Zhou Xuheng's cousin, "Hey, what's your sister-in-law like? Is she pretty?"

Song Yubai held a glass of red wine in one hand and leaned against the sofa. Maybe he'd had too much to drink, because his gaze was a little unfocused. In a daze, he couldn't help thinking back to the day before, when he'd first met Xie Shiwei.

It was kind of funny that he'd mistaken the slender omega for a beta.

At that moment, the image of those very pale eyes flashed through Song Yubai's mind. Under the lights, their irises were almost transparent, like clear water released by a melting glacier, so pristine they hardly seemed real.

That scene now burned into Song Yubai's heart like a red-hot iron.

He looked up, considered for a moment, then fixed his friend with a roguish smile. "Pretty? He's gorgeous."

Song Yubai had planned to leave the day after the wedding, but on the night of the wedding, as he passed the newlyweds' room, he heard Zhou Xuheng's cold voice from inside.

"I only married you because I had no choice. Don't get your hopes up. I'll give you the divorce papers in two years. You can leave whenever you want."

"And even though you're my wife in name, you're nothing compared to Xiao Wan. After we're married, if you dare bother him, I won't let you get away with it."

Song Yubai stood by the door and listened for a while before he heard the omega's calm, unyielding voice, clear and pleasant to the ear. "All right."

On his wedding night, Zhou Xuheng secretly left home without telling anyone, abandoning his wife to go see his mistress.

So, with the alcohol giving him courage, Song Yubai pushed open the door.

"Sister-in-law, I came to see you." The Alpha approached the omega, who had just finished bathing and was sitting on the edge of the bed, a low laugh in his voice.

As expected, Song Yubai got slapped when he bent down to kiss him.

But he wasn't bothered. He crouched down and continued to shamelessly take the omega's slender fingers in his hand, bringing them close to his nose to smell them.

"Sister-in-law, you smell so good."

Later, Xie Shiwei's belly gradually began to swell.

When the truth came out, Song Yubai remained unruffled as he carefully helped the omega he cherished like his own heart down the stairs.

Zhou Xuheng caught a flight home overnight from the city where he was on a business trip.

Furious, he froze on the spot and pointed at Song Yubai, cursing, "You bastard! He's your sister-in-law!"

Song Yubai grinned. "Not anymore."

Zhou Xuheng flew into a rage.

But out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the omega who was his wife in name hadn't even turned his head. From beginning to end, Xie Shiwei simply stood there quietly, without so much as lifting an eyelash, as if Zhou Xuheng didn't deserve even the slightest change in his expression.

"Xiao Wei..." Zhou Xuheng felt his heart suddenly seize with panic.

Song Yubai stepped in front of him, blocking his view. "As you can see, we're very much in love."

"Please don't bother my wife again."

Zhou Xuheng stood where he was, all color draining from his face.

Theme: We may be born in the gutter, but there will always be someone gazing up at the stars.