Darling, Do I Have to Die Too?

After transmigrating into a Western fantasy world, Su Erlun had arrived empty-handed, bringing nothing with him except a simulator with a rather questionable aesthetic.

The Doom Knight, who hates fate and devours love and light; the Witch, who chews on pain and forgets time; the Demon Lord, the first of his kind, who burns mountains, boils seas, and reshapes all creation with earth, wind, water, and fire...

Excellent! In that case, my top priority, as the owner of a simulator, is to beat these monsters into the ground and save the world!

Wait, what do you mean I raised all these disaster-level BOSSes?

[You were born in a goblin cave. You are the strongest among countless goblins, a natural-born "Goblin King."]

[A natural-born knight, an absolute powerhouse. What taught you to love, in the loneliness that came with it?]

[You died before her eyes, tearing out your own heart with your hands and giving her eternal light with the filthiest blood of a Demon King.]

[You were born a bloodline-impure earth dragon, a naturally low-ranking species, with an insurmountable gulf before you!]

[You spent a mere ten years accompanying a slow-witted elf before your life came to an end.]

[So, being the awful person you were, you played one last joke. You spent your entire fortune to hire someone to dismember you and leave your remains before her.]

[You were born, or rather, you came back to life, because you are now a skeleton soldier.]

[As a skeleton soldier, you found a battered little zombie.]

[What do you mean you're not a zombie, but a vampire, with an endless lifespan, able to stay entangled with me until the end of the world?]