As Dazai, I Only Like God

I'm a looks-focused person with sound values.

I didn't mean to, but by the time I realized what was happening, I was already completely captivated by the inner beauty of Fei Jia, drawn to him from the inside out.

What attracts me most is his divinity. I feel like I can't understand him.

Sometimes Fei Jia makes all kinds of little expressions, and he looks super cute!

What? You want to know who I am and why I'm so close to the Demon?

(Clears throat) I'm just a kind-hearted person who went to a convention to cosplay Tuo Si and accidentally transmigrated.

Now that I think about it, I'm kind of like a hero, huh? Transmigrating to save the world and all that.

Don't put too much faith in the protagonist's point of view in the blurb. This isn't a transmigration-while-cosplaying story in the strict sense.

(This story is written in first person. I originally wrote it just for my own amusement, so the original blurb was pretty sloppy. I didn't expect anyone to read it, so I'll fix it up.)

Also, although the homepage lists this as romance, the body Quan Ting uses is male for a fairly long period of time.

Comments are welcome.

I'm taking a break. Has it really been this long since my last update? I'm sorry for saying last time that I'd update in a few days, then leaving you waiting so long. (I tried to get back to it several times in between, but couldn't quite manage to write more. I kept deleting and revising what I'd written because it felt so strange, nothing like how it felt when I first started.)

Also, I've had a lot going on lately. Long story short, I started a game project about Tuo Si, and now I'm passionately drawing for it.)

Anyway, this story will still be updated. After all, hardship is the breeding ground of literature, and hardship happens to show up in my life all the time.

Theme: Saving the world