Behind the bustling facade of Allenson City lay foul, sewage-ridden alleyways.
The wreckage of steam machinery.
Discarded materials from magical experiments.
And all manner of household waste, mingled with unidentified flesh and blood, fermented relentlessly in the rainwater, emitting a putrid, eye-watering stench.
Passersby would often walk past with faces twisted in disgust.
Their boots hurriedly clattering over the stone steps.
Not even sparing a second glance.
No one noticed the small figure curled up in the shadows of the alleyway walls, trembling, her face numb and vacant.
Her hair was matted with filth, soaked through with grimy water.
Disheveled. Reeking.
No joy, no sorrow—only hollow emptiness and an unnameable fear.
Hunger and pain struck at once, tormenting the girl’s frail body.
"...So hungry."
Her eyes were dull and lifeless, gray with numbness. Clutching her aching, burning stomach, she sat in the mud, waiting for death.
"...It hurts."
Her hand reached up, brushing the wound on her neck.
A rope burn, left by a noose dragged behind a galloping carriage.
Hated for her demonic bloodline.
Alive because of her demonic bloodline.
A paradoxical, suffocating torment, like invisible shackles.
Too heavy for the young witch to bear.
"...So tired."
She curled tighter into herself.
Retreating further into the alley’s shadows.
Maybe death would let her sleep forever, free from hunger.
But then—
Footsteps echoed in the alley. The sweet scent of fresh bread stirred something primal in her.
She was starving.
She needed to eat.
Against her will, her parched throat managed a weak swallow.
Torn between guilt and desperation,
the young witch forced herself up, dripping with mud, her bruised hands clutching a small knife as she brandished it at the unsuspecting stranger entering the alley.
"S-Stop!"
"Give... give me the bread!"
Would she get the bread?
Or would she be killed on the spot?
Moments later, the witch stared blankly at the loaf in her hands, then at the outstretched palm offering it to her.
"Come with me."
The man’s voice was gentle.
Krisha was confused. She couldn’t comprehend what was happening.
Was he asking her to be his slave?
If so, that might be a good thing—at least she wouldn’t have to wander anymore.
She braced herself.
Whether as a slave or a disposable tool, being "needed" meant she could keep living.
But the man named Xu Xi was strange.
He washed away her filth.
Gave her clean clothes.
Prepared a room for her.
And in a voice soft with warmth, he asked for her name.
"Krisha..." The young witch murmured, her hollow eyes lifting to meet his. "Krisha Christina."
Xu Xi smiled.
Gently, he patted her head.
"That’s a beautiful name," he praised.
It was the first compliment the witch had ever received.
Inside the room, Xu Xi busied himself arranging her space, preparing bedding for her to sleep.
"Such a strange master..."
Watching him, Krisha felt even more lost.
This wasn’t what she had expected.
No beatings. No scorn. No harsh words.
The young witch had prepared for the worst.
Yet what she received—
was something she had never dared imagine.
"Krisha, today we’ll learn this," the man said softly, seating her across from him as he taught her basic knowledge and writing.
Yes.
The witch was learning.
She didn’t understand why someone as ugly and worthless as her was being educated.
But she obeyed.
Even confused, she followed Xu Xi’s instructions without question.
She learned letters, common sense, how to speak properly.
The twisted horns on her head, the patchy scales on her skin—those monstrous traits no longer tormented her within these walls.
Yet sometimes—
the memories still haunted her body.
When Xu Xi raised his hand, she would flinch away.
A terrified whimper escaping her.
Colliding with chairs and tables in panic before huddling in a corner, arms wrapped tightly around her head.
"N-No... please... don’t..."
The young witch trembled, bracing for pain.
But it never came.
Slowly, she dared to open her eyes.
And saw only regret in his expression—concern, guilt, and unmistakable tenderness.
"I’m sorry, Krisha."
"...I’m so sorry."
Her [master] had apologized to an [object].
The words washed over little Krisha, leaving her silent and bewildered.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
ress Kneels to Admit Wrong] [Dealing with Love-Struck Fools] [Forced to the Throne] Ren Tianye transmigrated into a female-oriented novel world, only to find everyone in it was utterly insane. He risked his life to save a young girl from barbarians, but was accused of arriving too late and branded the real murderer. He held a knife to a military officer's neck, demanding the troop tally, but the officer only cared about questioning his wife: "Do you not love me anymore? All these years of affection and time together, they were all a mistake, a mistake!" After seizing Yunji City, the original defending general, to save face with the Empress, knelt on the ground: "You must give Yunji City back to me, or I'll hang myself at the city gate and let everyone know you're a villain!" The young lord of the Duke's mansion, to please a woman, directly ordered a merchant: "The menstrual pads you buy for her must be studded with diamonds. Loving her means giving her the best." Having become a great general, he was about to marry a merchant's daughter, who set a pre-nuptial rule: "I can divorce you anytime. When that happens, you must give me half of your troops and soldiers!" Even the Empress was a severe love-struck fool, who ordered the execution of 70,000 elite troops simply because they stood in the way of her romance. Ren Tianye was speechless. He was done. Let it all burn! This deranged female-oriented novel world! ...
