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The Mortal Supporting Character’s Pay-to-Win System
I am the only mortal in a xianxia drama—the lowly tool sacrificed to an immortal-demon romance.
I schemed, endured every humiliation, and fought only to survive, yet after my death, every immortal despised me.
“Dying was one thing. What a pity she sullied the snow.”
After being reborn, I watched the live comments reveal the plot, swallowed my blood and tears, and began playing the most fragile, kindhearted heroine imaginable.
Little by little, I tested the personas the audience loved most, until they adored me—until they went mad for me.
Then I would lay this world of immortals and demons beneath my feet.
Who could ever guess that Fairy Xueyi, the peerless prodigy unseen in ten thousand years, was only a mortal?
The Game of Gods
In the wake of a violent storm, a beautiful woman suddenly appeared out of thin air on the Deck of a deep-sea fishing vessel manned entirely by men. When the ship finally returned to shore, only a single madman remained on board.
The Rugged Merman and the Little Succubus
Yun Chu is a hungry young succubus whose fiancé despises her true form and rations the affection she needs to survive.
After she falls from a cruise ship, she wakes on a private island in the care of Song Xuye, a fierce, sun-browned recluse whose secret merman tail makes him her perfect match.
What begins as a shameless plan to seduce, abduct, and keep him as her personal food supply becomes something far more dangerous when jealousy, trafficking, and a rigged race expose how cruelly their world treats nonhuman beings.
Only when Song Xuye risks everything to defend a captive succubus does Yun Chu realize that the hunger pulling her toward him has become love.
What Should I Do After Imprisoning My Crush?
I imprisoned the peerless genius I had secretly loved for years.
After an accident left her blind, I covered her eyes with a silk ribbon.
Now she glares in my direction and angrily condemns my despicable methods.
She asks what I want from her.
I tell her I want her to cooperate with her treatment and recover in peace.
I will heal her eyes.
And later, I really do.
I promise to return her to her old life, only for her to fly into a rage.
“What? You’ve only kept me prisoner for a few days! Are you stringing me along? How dare you leave me hanging like this!”
“You’d better pray I never find you. If I do, I’ll show you exactly what it feels like to be left hanging!”
Too guilty to acknowledge the threat, I send her away that very night.
I think everything will finally return to normal—until she actually finds me.
The silk ribbon that once covered her eyes is now cinched around my wrists, hoisting me high above the floor.
Forced onto the tips of my toes, I have nowhere to hide beneath her unwavering gaze…
Time-Space Courier
The celebrity Zhu Yuan is dead. I still hate her. She always made me feel as wretched and hidden as a rat scurrying across the street.
And yet, I found her third gift. It was a plain music box sitting in the hospital corridor.
I casually handed it to the child in the neighboring bed.
She was dying, too.
After a Fight with My Husband, I Ran to My Boyfriend
After a fight with my husband, I went to my boyfriend for comfort.
Then we got caught.
My boyfriend stepped in front of me and told my husband, “The one she doesn’t love is the other man!”
I said, “Keep your voice down!
Is this something to be proud of?”
The Birth of Man
My sister went to Yunnan to teach as a volunteer, but shortly after, she vanished.
All she left behind was a bizarre post on her social media feed:
“Black dogs grow white scales, the Flesh Well blinks with a thousand eyes, and humanity cannot escape Ailao Mountain!”
After failing to reach her privately, I turned to the police for help, but they refused to open a case.
Left with no other choice, I had to travel to Yunnan alone.
At that time, I had no idea that the terrifying truth buried deep beneath the surface had already begun to emerge…
The Transmigrated Woman Will Never Be a Slave
After overwork kills her in modern China, Zhang Yinhe is reborn as an abandoned infant in an ancient dynasty—and learns before she can even speak that freedom will never be given to her.
Sold into slavery, exchanged for profit, and repeatedly treated as someone else’s property, she survives every household, prison convoy, raider camp, and pleasure house with sharp instincts, shameless nerve, and the hard-earned skills of a former office worker.
Her fight for independence entangles her with Gu Zheng, a disgraced young master hiding a general’s true identity, and Anyang Ge, the quiet herdsman who once offered her a gentler life, but neither affection nor safety can tempt her back into a cage.
Armed with a false beard, a belt of pearls, and knowledge from a later age, Zhang Yinhe crosses war-torn borders in search of drought-resistant seeds and a future built on her own terms—even if Gu Zheng must first learn that love begins with an equal choice.
Blind Man Murder Case: All Beings Are Equal
I used brutal methods to murder ten innocent residents, then found a blind man with an unbearably tragic past to take the fall.
In the interrogation room, the police officer asked me, “Are you even human?” Human? Of course I wasn’t human. I was a god.
Awakening the Orchid Fate
Spending the night in an abandoned temple, I found a thin gauze handkerchief wreathed in fragrance. After nightfall, someone murmured beneath the window:
“My lady, have you perchance seen the handkerchief this humble scholar left behind?”
Through the crack in the door, the figure outside looked so ethereal that it seemed he might drift away on the wind at any moment.
At his words, I couldn’t help recalling the rumors about this place.
They said this temple had been abandoned for ages, and that seductive ghosts haunted the area. Any traveler who got entangled with them would either have their essence sucked dry or be dragged into another world, vanishing without a trace.
With that in mind, I hurriedly cracked open the window and tossed out the piece of cloth I had used to wipe the floor, the windowsill, and my stinky feet.
The other party caught it with lightning-fast reflexes.
Then he stared down at the gauze scarf in his hand, now crumpled and ruined like dried pickled greens, and fell into deep contemplation.