I Accidentally Sculpted a Face of Peerless Beauty

Qiu He died at the age of twenty-five in the real world, only to be reborn in a game called Infinite. He was a notorious, antisocial player with a reputation as a psychopath, but in reality, he had severe social anxiety. From the start, he got a face-customization card and casually created the face of a stunning woman who had died just before him. “I didn’t choose this, but they did it willingly.” He never expected that, because of that face, he would be forced to put on a show despite his social anxiety, and offered up as a gift to powerful players, rivals, and more... Everyone thought he was a candle flickering in the wind, in desperate need of rescue. But his hidden threshold for excitement was finally awakened by days spent with his heart racing at 180 beats per minute. No one knew that the despair of being abandoned and restrained had become the source of his ecstatic descent. Until he met that radiant, immaculate saint. The other man slaughtered demons and monsters, shielded him behind his back, then proposed with his ears burning red. Qiu He smiled and accepted, becoming the saint’s “perfect” wife. He took endless pleasure in using this new identity to walk the edge of darkness, attracting the covetous attention of even more greedy onlookers. He thought this game of role-playing could go on forever. But he forgot that even a god who gazes too long into the abyss may fall and become a new abyss. “Is my frail, mischievous, adorable, innocent, pure-hearted, kind, gentle, considerate, helpless wife a man?” Later, the saint’s greatsword broke, and his divine nature was destroyed. He crushed every ant that had ever touched Qiu He, became a demon, and vanished from the world. Only a legend remained: in every instance, there was now a mad butcher who attacked any man on sight.