#transmigrators

[cumforts69]

why's nobody talking about the fact that Shen Yuan had to get used to the feeling of NOT having his phone on him when he first transmigrated?? Like he mustve freaked out at LEAST once when he patted himself to search for it like

"omg i lost my phone!!"

...

"wait im in ancient china"

#the first month would be hell for me #its second nature for me to look for my phone before going somewhere #svsss #shen yuan #scumbag self saving system #scum villian self saving system #transmigration #transmigrators #shen qingqiu

[swdm360]

ORV—Not Supposed to Happen

➡ 〔Kim Dokja x AMAB! KPOP! Reader〕

➡ Letter Content: Where a kpop idol loves to read webtoon after practice. His group's holiday turns into a nightmare fest and now he struggles to accept his reality.

➡ Messenger Note: If I wrote a fanfic lol, TW: Mentions of death, murder, blood. I mean, it's the first scenario cmon.

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How could the protagonist of ORV adapt so easily? How could he have thought so fast in the matter of a few minutes? How could he be so lucky?

Well, you weren't him.

You didn't have fourth wall like every fanfiction out there may suggest... Why not? You're just as well aware of this fictional world as Kim Dokja is, so why not you?

You asked these questions because unlike him, you had to follow the rules in the first scenario. You had blood on your hands.

The blood of a friend turned traitor. Now, you're desperate to have a peace of mind. Where else other than by the actual protagonist, Kim Dokja's side?

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This wasn't how the holiday was supposed to go.

This wasn't a dream, you've tested it. The pain is real, the squeeze in your heart felt real, the blood trickling down from your cheek to the floor felt and so did the multiple wounds on your arms felt real.

【The constellations applaud your tenacity.】

This... Was supposed to be fictional, a fun little webtoon to read after practice.

So why were your friend... Your family sitting in a sea of their own blood? Why did you hold the knife and why was it lodged into your mates' head?

Why are your hands red?

Why are you trembling, crying?

【Congratulations! You're the only survivor in this room!】

【300 coins gifted for completion. 】

A scream echoed in the hotel room.

Was that screaming you?

Was that why your throat is parched?

Shit.

You let out a sob, your hands smudging the large window panes overlooking Seoul with red. Your body felt weak as if you were contracting the worst of covid-19's symptoms kind of weak. The 'running a 5 lap, 1000m marathon' kind of weak, the 'danced everyday, without sleep, without rests and without food for hours on end' kind of weak.

I mean, how could you not feel exhausted? You were roomed with the main dancer in your group who regularly exercised—in addition to that, one of the former gymnast champions in all of Japan.

It's a surprise you survived instead of him.

A weakling, only ever locking yourself in your room despite being the lead dancer just to get a chance of reading the ever-so-popular omniscient reader's viewpoint.

ORV in short.

You were close to the main dancer, someone who you won't name as a friend anymore; He who jumped at the butter knife and launched at you to survive. He who screamed for you to give in because he would make sure to avenge you.

Avenge you?

You weren't even dead.

Of course you'd fight for your life.

How could he attack you in your most vulnerable state? You thought you could trust him. He was your friend after all. He was supposed to protect you. How could he try and kill you?Ha. You didn't even know you had it in you to break his wrist, to pick up the knife and stab it through his head whilst he was strangling you.

You didn't know you had the guts in you to kill.

To kill your own.

You stumbled into the wall, your breathe barely catching the needed oxygen for you to survive as the sobs successfully slipped out through your lips.

Staggering, you approached the doorway. Dismissive that you would regret not collecting the items you needed for survival going forward as all there was in your mind was your other group members.

What about the leader and the youngest? What about the staff members and the assistant trainees? Are they alive? Are they dead? Did they kill to survive too?

Your hand twisted the doorknob, but you didn't open it.

"(Name)...? Y-you're alive?"

It's your leader. Your eyes were getting heavy, either way you willed yourself to look into theirs.

He must've been expecting him...

【The Constellation 'Blind Hunter with Lion Skin' is interested on how you will take care of this one. 】 【The Prophet whose prophecies were not believed bets that you will spare him. 】

"...Sunbae."

Your knees buckled below you. A headache forming in your head from the messages.

Luckily, your leader catches you, his hands trembling as well but his face steeled at your state.

"I... I killed him." You stuttered out, body flinching as his hands gripped your shoulders.

"Shh... It's okay now." His voice spoke ever so softly, as if you would break if handled roughly. He placed your head onto his shoulders as he rubbed your back in a comforting manner.

"He tried to—he went for me."

"I know. I know."

"I'm scared."

"I'll protect you. Your sunbae will take care of you." Liar.

His voice hitched.

He's as scared as you were.

His hands... They're red too.

Flashback? Idk yet, these two constellations are my fav.

#orv yjh #Orv #orv x reader #Male reader #kpop reader insert #isekai #transmigrators #kim dokja x reader #Dokja x reader #Dokja x male reader #Kim dokja x male reader #han sooyoung #Angst #Orv angst #orv han sooyoung #orv kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk

[lizhly-writes]

you know what!!! let's talk more about transmigrators! i have an idea!

let's talk about a guy. he's basically your normal transmigrator dude. maybe he got hit by truck-kun. i don't know. anyway, he gets reborn in a story that he maybe half-finished years before the plot begins. he's supposed to be some novel extra. a no-name knight of some noble family. no one important.

despite that, he has a system.

it's quite strict with him. if he performs what it orders, it gets him points; if he does not, he will be punished pretty severely.

this is a life that he grows used to, after a while. he gets numb. he obediently does whatever the system tells him. he goes to school, he does his knight training, he pledges his loyalty to the noble family. he gets orders. he doesn't necessarily remember which orders are from the system and which are from the noble family.

still, he does everything. what people to meet, what friends to make, what enemies to hate. he goes on to marry a woman and have a child. this, too, is what the system ordered. it is also what the noble family has ordered, though he doesn't actually know why.

she's a lowborn woman. she has no political ties or talent. he has no idea what they want with her. still, he does his best. they even have a child.

then his noble family he's sworn to tells him to kill them both.

his wife, you see, has a certain bloodline. when properly killed and harvested, their souls are capable of a tremendous amount of power that can be harnessed for... you know, the greater good.

abruptly, he figures out what he is. what he's for.

there is a certain artifact that is passed down to the main character. it's a family heirloom, proudly displayed and bragged about. it's a ridiculous cheat of an item that grabs the main character out any scrape he can't realistically get out of himself, one with a fancy title and everything.

he hadn't seen it at all in this life. it doesn't EXIST in this life.

not yet.

he will be the one to make sure it gets made. with, you know, the souls of his wife and son. it was him that was entrusted with this specifically, you know. an emotionless man, unquestioningly obedient, capable of doing anything and everything needed if his noble family required it. and this noble family he's sworn to does require it.

he can't.

this is, perhaps unsurprisingly, the straw that broke the camel's back -- or, more accurately, the straw that utterly collapses the denial he's been trying to upkeep for years: this world is real. for the longest time, he's been coping by saying this entire world is fake. but everything here is alive; everyone has hopes and dreams.

even him. after all these years, he can still feel. he loves his wife and he loves his son, even if they were arranged for him by the system. he can't bear to hurt them. he can't fucking do it.

so he does something else instead.

he hides his wife, he hides his son, he burns down the estate of the noble family and runs off in an attempt to divert the people of the noble family from finding his loved ones.

arguably, he succeeds, and after a bit, he tries doubling back, to reunite with his family.

there is a problem, though. there's a penalty for taking such a diversive plot action. after all, the main protagonist no longer has that fancy artifact! that was his halo! that was supposed to be his main plot armor and deus ex machina! without it, how can the protagonist live? there HAS to be a penalty!

for a younger transmigrator, the penalty would have flat out killed him. but our guy's been doing this for years; he's got loads of points saved up. he burns up all but one of them -- just one point to keep him alive -- to lessen the penalty from outright death to something else.

here is what he is left with, once all his points are gone:

you can never go home. you can never see your family again.

#liz rants #transmigrators #brought to you by me constantly listening to epic the musical #that many-turned road

[torchstelechos]

Okay but objectively one of the best bits for transmigrator stories is when our transmigrator is told they did something and in their brain they either say ‘WRONG PERSON!!!” or “But I was reading a book last night :(((” never fails to make me howl with laughter

#isekai #transmigrators #Trash of the counts family #scum villains self saving system #svsss #the greatest estate developer #etc. its mostly the characters who end up in ''scum villains'' #but god sometimes even the ones who end up as NPCs or Canon fodder characters get hit with #''BUT YOU KILLED MY FIANCE'' and they just go *surprised pikachu face* ''I did that??''

[trappedincabinetsfic]

“So you were a traitor in your past life?” Hanxin asked, eyes flashing bright like a sword. “Every time I wake from the falling dream, I am overtaken by feelings of loss and betrayal.”

“Ah, I don’t know,” he replied nervously. “I’m trying to remember, I really am. Not all of it is clear…”

“I see,” his companion replied.

“What about you, are you trying to remember?” he wanted to change the topic.

“I don’t want to,” came the stiff reply. “That’s not me anymore. That’s not my life. Why should I care?”

“Oh, I see. So having been a demon or a war lord means nothing to you?”

“Why should it? Those memories are filled with death, loneliness, and betrayal. There is nothing from that life I could possibly want now,” Hanxin said, his words layered with frost.

“Ah, I see. But… are you sure there isn’t something you think’s worth remembering?” he asked, still not entirely convinced this man wasn’t his king. 

The Demon Lord shook his head and Shuanghua tightened his brow. Then he plucked up the tiniest bit of courage and asked, “Or maybe, if not something, how about someone?”

#moshang #svsss #mobei jun #shang qinghua #reincarnation au #metal band au #transmigrators #angst with a happy ending #fic updates #frostbitten versus #chapter 10/16

[karen-chan-nya]

There are countless Player’s Systems that accompany transmigrators on their missions. All Player Systems are united and regulated by the General System.

If the Player’s Systems are high-class AI with personalities (or their imitations), then the General System is a mechanism, it is an omnipresent entity, it is a supreme force. It has no interruptions, rules and control are always in the first place.

So imagine how one Player's System breaks the rules to help its Host, and the General System punishes it with transmigration. Now the System, which previously only watched, finds itself in the player's place and must itself survive those tests to get its system privileges back.

#Yes I’m fond of torturing Systems #and I have no idea how to tag this #danmei #writing promt #system #transmigration #transmigrators

[pansexual-ceo-procrastinator]

Take your favorite transmigrator character, and then take your favorite game character. What's going to happen?

#writing prompt #transmigrators #travelers #game #ya novels #scenarios #I thought of Cale and Aether #trash of the count's family #genshin imagines #Genshin #Aether #Cale Henituse #In my head its like #babygirl meets babygirl #legit

[i-will-cry-you-a-river]

If Shen Yuan would have transmigrated after realizing his sexuality, SVSSS would have been even more unhinged.

Like, he already notices the beautiful men he is surrounded by, but now these beautiful men could be an option for him. Sure, not LBH because he is the protagonist of a stallion novel, he will get his harem of pretty flowers, but the others! After all, if all women belongs to the protagonist, maybe it wouldn't be frowned upon for the men to be cutsleeves. Right? His cute little white sheep will have all the peerless beauties, but the other men who also deserve love and appreciation and care will have no one and that would be a crime.

Now, he just has to figure out which one of his beautiful and handsome and reliable and strong martial brothers is open to have a... a closer relationship with him. I mean, one of them has to be at least a little bit queer, right?! That's just statistics!

#shen qingqiu #shen yuan #sqq's harem #svsss #obviously his (lack of) awareness would stay the same #he would just be more open to the fact that everybody is freaking gorgeous and that he is very gay for them #the internal freaking out would increase tho #obviously #sy transmigrated after realizing he is gay au

[shen-liqin]

Traveler Series

Part 1: Transmigration Gone Wrong

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Evelyn barely dodged the spear directed at her ribs as she shakily blocked the sword aiming for her neck. She quickly distanced herself from her attackers to catch her breath. The sounds of colliding swords and clanging armor echoed in the background as Evelyn and the three masked figures drew to a standstill. She braced herself for another barrage of attacks as she raised her sword in front of her.

The red figure threw a dagger at her head, prompting her to sidestep the projectile. The other two figures immediately resumed their attacks, and Evelyn retaliated. The following moments felt like a blur as she exchanged blows with her attackers, slashing and parrying. The exhaustion slowly caught up to her.

Though she managed to incapacitate the figure wearing red and the one wielding a spear, the figure with a sword knocked her off balance not long after, sending her sprawling on the ground while her sword fell beside her. Evelyn tried reaching for her weapon but was kicked on the side before she could do so. She let out a grunt of pain as she rolled onto her back, clutching her side as she blearily looked up at the figure holding their sword over her chest.

Evelyn clenched her eyes shut as she awaited the final blow.

Instead, she heard a scream of pain and felt a splash of something warm on her face, the smell of iron filling the air.

Her eyes snapped open as she was hauled up by her arm and stumbled as she tried to balance herself on her feet. She stared as the puddle of blood under her assailant's corpse grew. It was only then that Evelyn realized that the now cool liquid on her face was the attacker's blood. She quickly brought her sleeve up to her face to wipe off the slightly dried blood.

"You alright, Eve?"

Evelyn turned her head and was greeted by the sight of Cassandra holding her spear in her hand. If Evelyn thought she was drenched in blood, then Cassandra was practically soaked in it – though she was pretty sure none of the blood was hers. Cassandra was the skilled one between them, so she wasn't that concerned.

"I'm alright. Thanks for the save, by the way." Evelyn crouched down to retrieve her sword, lying in her assailant's blood. She grimaced as she lightly shook the blood off its blade before returning it to its sheath attached to her hip.

Cassandra scowled as she distanced herself from the corpses of their attackers, prompting Evelyn to follow her out of the alley.

"Tsk, we're training when we get back to the barracks. You clearly need more training if those low lives managed to disarm you. Let's head back."

Evelyn grimaced as she recalled how easily she went down during the ambush. Though her skills had improved drastically ever since she woke up in this era, she wasn't nearly strong enough to put up a good fight. Maybe she could enhance her strength by lifting heavier loads? The ones she typically used were heavy, but she wasn't struggling with them as much as she did when she started the routine. Sparring with Alexander more often might help increase her speed, given how fast he was.

Lost in her own thoughts, Evelyn failed to notice the concerned look Cassandra was giving her. Cassandra's concern only increased when Evelyn nearly walked into a nearby tree if it weren't for her redirecting Evelyn away from it.

The Cerise Knight only sighed as she tried to catch her friend's attention.

"Oi, Evelyn, snap out of it. If you come close to another tree, I'm not stopping you from walking into it this time."

Evelyn jolted as she was pulled away from her thoughts. Her eyes narrowed as she turned to look at her assigned partner. "Well then, do you have any suggestions that might help me improve my skills? This era isn't exactly one I'm used to, Cass. I'm usually assigned to deal with cybernetic revolts and palace intrigue, not medieval skirmishes."

"Running laps around the training area and going through your sword forms might make them less atrocious. We've been in this era for half a year, and I'm still repulsed by your forms."

Evelyn scowled as she slapped her friend's arm and scowled harder when her hand stung from the action.

"I'm 80% sure the higher-ups want me dead; this is the fifth time I've been sent to the wrong era. AND BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING - they couldn't have gotten me mixed up with another traveler because I'm pretty sure it was mentioned in my damn résumé that I only worked with futuristic periods and palace intrigue."

Cassandra's eyes furrowed as she gave what her friend said some thought. Her eyes widened when she remembered that their fellow travelers had similar complaints in the past, albeit less dramatic.

Evelyn could only yelp as she was suddenly grabbed by her shoulders and turned to face her friend. "I think I know what's wrong with you, Evelyn."

Evelyn frowned in confusion as she carefully removed Cassandra's hands from her shoulders as if she was wary of suddenly being attacked.

"...That's great, I guess? I already knew I was dropped as a baby, but okay-"

Cassandra rolled her eyes, and Evelyn barely suppressed an offended (fake) gasp. "That's not what I meant, you idiot. I'm trying to say that I think I know why you've been sent to eras not listed in your résumé."

Evelyn visibly perked up and smiled. "Well, why didn't you start with that, Cass?"

Cassandra wanted to facepalm but didn't because she was more sophisticated than that. "About 10 years ago, Xavier told me he was sent to the 18th century-"

Evelyn's jaw dropped. "Doesn't he usually deal with the 20th century and Elizabethan era, though?! He's one of the agency's best travelers; shouldn't the higher-ups have been more careful with his missions?"

A hand quickly plastered itself onto Evelyn's mouth, and her eye twitched in irritation.

"I was getting to that. Just let me finish talking, Eve." Cassandra lowered her hand from the other girl's mouth and continued her narration.

"Now, Xavier wasn't the only one who the higher-ups nearly screwed over; the same thing happened to Lilith a few months after-" Cassandra paused for dramatic effect.

"She was sent to The Three Kingdoms Period."

"Holy shit-" Evelyn wanted to find Lilith and give her a hug.

Lilith was well known in the agency for her ruthless work style and perfect record. Every mission assigned to her was completed with the best possible outcome; the only exceptions were the three missions she received in quick succession 10 years ago. If she was ruthless before those missions, her work-style was even more ominous nowadays.

Cassandra placed her hand on Evelyn's shoulder. "Those two were sent to missions where the chances of succeeding were close to zero, and it was because they weren't used to the settings they were in. They were both at their 20-year marks of service when they first got those types of missions, at least that's what they told me."

Evelyn frowned for a split-second before she gasped in realization. "Both of them had drastic improvements to their work ethic after that, didn't they? I reached my 20-year mark five months ago, and that's when I first got assigned to settings I wasn't used to..."

Evelyn started pacing as she tried to articulate her thoughts; Cassandra rubbed her temples as a headache started to form.

Evelyn didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Is this the agency's way of helping us expand our areas of expertise?! Cassy, I nearly died several times while on those missions, and I was with at least one or two travelers who specialized in those settings at that rate!" She paced faster as her thoughts continued rampaging in her head.

Cassandra wanted a drink; she was decidedly not drunk enough to deal with this. She groaned as she held her head in her hands. "That means I'll have to deal with something like that in six months..."

"I swear on my honor and dignity-"

"There's not much of that left, Eve..." Cassandra mumbled tiredly as she continued to massage her temples.

Evelyn ignored her friend's jab and continued, "-that if you end up in a setting, I'm stationed at in the future, I'll help you in anyway I can."

"Thanks, Eve..."

Evelyn stopped pacing and strode towards her friend, quickly grabbing her by the shoulders and lowering her to see her eye-to-eye. "For now, can you please help me while I'm here? The Medieval Ages and the 17th century were the periods listed in your résumé, weren't they?" A near manic look was on Evelyn's face as she spoke.

Cassandra let out a sigh as she shrugged off Evelyn's hands. "Aren't I already doing that? Come on, we need to get back to the barracks so I can help improve your pathetic fighting skills."

Evelyn spluttered in indignation as she tried to keep up with the other girl, who was by now pointedly ignoring her presence.

"Excuse me?! I am VERY adept at using polarized plasma rifles and barbed whips, mind you!"

Safe to say, it was a long journey back to the barracks.

#oc #orginal character #orginal story #transmigration #transmigrators #Traveler Series #doesn’t really have a solid plot lol #bunch of random ideas tbh #to whoever finds this #enjoy i guess #idk lol #oc evelyn cromwell #oc cassandra adler

[shen-liqin-backup]

Traveler Series

Part 1: Transmigration Gone Wrong 

This wasn't supposed to happen. Evelyn barely dodged the spear directed at her ribs as she shakily blocked the sword aiming for her neck. She quickly distanced herself from her attackers to catch her breath. The sounds of colliding swords and clanging armor echoed in the background as Evelyn and the three masked figures drew to a standstill. She braced herself for another barrage of attacks as she raised her sword in front of her. The red figure threw a dagger at her head, prompting her to sidestep the projectile. The other two figures immediately resumed their attacks, and Evelyn retaliated. The following moments felt like a blur as she exchanged blows with her attackers, slashing and parrying. The exhaustion slowly caught up to her. Though she managed to incapacitate the figure wearing red and the one wielding a spear, the figure with a sword knocked her off balance not long after, sending her sprawling on the ground while her sword fell beside her. Evelyn tried reaching for her weapon but was kicked on the side before she could do so. She let out a grunt of pain as she rolled onto her back, clutching her side as she blearily looked up at the figure holding their sword over her chest. Evelyn clenched her eyes shut as she awaited the final blow. Instead, she heard a scream of pain and felt a splash of something warm on her face, the smell of iron filling the air. Her eyes snapped open as she was hauled up by her arm and stumbled as she tried to balance herself on her feet. She stared as the puddle of blood under her assailant's corpse grew. It was only then that Evelyn realized that the now cool liquid on her face was the attacker's blood. She quickly brought her sleeve up to her face to wipe off the slightly dried blood. "You alright, Eve?" Evelyn turned her head and was greeted by the sight of Cassandra holding her spear in her hand. If Evelyn thought she was drenched in blood, then Cassandra was practically soaked in it – though she was pretty sure none of the blood was hers. Cassandra was the skilled one between them, so she wasn't that concerned. "I'm alright. Thanks for the save, by the way." Evelyn crouched down to retrieve her sword, lying in her assailant's blood. She grimaced as she lightly shook the blood off its blade before returning it to its sheath attached to her hip. Cassandra scowled as she distanced herself from the corpses of their attackers, prompting Evelyn to follow her out of the alley. "Tsk, we're training when we get back to the barracks. You clearly need more training if those low lives managed to disarm you. Let's head back." Evelyn grimaced as she recalled how easily she went down during the ambush. Though her skills had improved drastically ever since she woke up in this era, she wasn't nearly strong enough to put up a good fight. Maybe she could enhance her strength by lifting heavier loads? The ones she typically used were heavy, but she wasn't struggling with them as much as she did when she started the routine. Sparring with Alexander more often might help increase her speed, given how fast he was. Lost in her own thoughts, Evelyn failed to notice the concerned look Cassandra was giving her. Cassandra's concern only increased when Evelyn nearly walked into a nearby tree if it weren't for her redirecting Evelyn away from it. The Cerise Knight only sighed as she tried to catch her friend's attention. "Oi, Evelyn, snap out of it. If you come close to another tree, I'm not stopping you from walking into it this time." Evelyn jolted as she was pulled away from her thoughts. Her eyes narrowed as she turned to look at her assigned partner. "Well then, do you have any suggestions that might help me improve my skills? This era isn't exactly one I'm used to, Cass. I'm usually assigned to deal with cybernetic revolts and palace intrigue, not medieval skirmishes." "Running laps around the training area and going through your sword forms might make them less atrocious. We've been in this era for half a year, and I'm still repulsed by your forms." Evelyn scowled as she slapped her friend's arm and scowled harder when her hand stung from the action. "I'm 80% sure the higher-ups want me dead; this is the fifth time I've been sent to the wrong era. AND BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING - they couldn't have gotten me mixed up with another traveler because I'm pretty sure it was mentioned in my damn résumé that I only worked with futuristic periods and palace intrigue." Cassandra's eyes furrowed as she gave what her friend said some thought. Her eyes widened when she remembered that their fellow travelers had similar complaints in the past, albeit less dramatic. Evelyn could only yelp as she was suddenly grabbed by her shoulders and turned to face her friend. "I think I know what's wrong with you, Evelyn." Evelyn frowned in confusion as she carefully removed Cassandra's hands from her shoulders as if she was wary of suddenly being attacked. "...That's great, I guess? I already knew I was dropped as a baby, but okay-" Cassandra rolled her eyes, and Evelyn barely suppressed an offended (fake) gasp. "That's not what I meant, you idiot. I'm trying to say that I think I know why you've been sent to eras not listed in your résumé." Evelyn visibly perked up and smiled. "Well, why didn't you start with that, Cass?" Cassandra wanted to facepalm but didn't because she was more sophisticated than that. "About 10 years ago, Xavier told me he was sent to the 18th century-" Evelyn's jaw dropped. "Doesn't he usually deal with the 20th century and Elizabethan era, though?! He's one of the agency's best travelers; shouldn't the higher-ups have been more careful with his missions?" A hand quickly plastered itself onto Evelyn's mouth, and her eye twitched in irritation. "I was getting to that. Just let me finish talking, Eve." Cassandra lowered her hand from the other girl's mouth and continued her narration. "Now, Xavier wasn't the only one who the higher-ups nearly screwed over; the same thing happened to Lilith a few months after-" Cassandra paused for dramatic effect. "She was sent to The Three Kingdoms Period." "Holy shit-" Evelyn wanted to find Lilith and give her a hug. Lilith was well known in the agency for her ruthless work style and perfect record. Every mission assigned to her was completed with the best possible outcome; the only exceptions were the three missions she received in quick succession 10 years ago. If she was ruthless before those missions, her work-style was even more ominous nowadays. Cassandra placed her hand on Evelyn's shoulder. "Those two were sent to missions where the chances of succeeding were close to zero, and it was because they weren't used to the settings they were in. They were both at their 20-year marks of service when they first got those types of missions, at least that's what they told me." Evelyn frowned for a split-second before she gasped in realization. "Both of them had drastic improvements to their work ethic after that, didn't they? I reached my 20-year mark five months ago, and that's when I first got assigned to settings I wasn't used to..." Evelyn started pacing as she tried to articulate her thoughts; Cassandra rubbed her temples as a headache started to form. Evelyn didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Is this the agency's way of helping us expand our areas of expertise?! Cassy, I nearly died several times while on those missions, and I was with at least one or two travelers who specialized in those settings at that rate!" She paced faster as her thoughts continued rampaging in her head. Cassandra wanted a drink; she was decidedly not drunk enough to deal with this. She groaned as she held her head in her hands. "That means I'll have to deal with something like that in six months..." "I swear on my honor and dignity-" "There's not much of that left, Eve..." Cassandra mumbled tiredly as she continued to massage her temples. Evelyn ignored her friend's jab and continued, "-that if you end up in a setting, I'm stationed at in the future, I'll help you in anyway I can." "Thanks, Eve..." Evelyn stopped pacing and strode towards her friend, quickly grabbing her by the shoulders and lowering her to see her eye-to-eye. "For now, can you please help me while I'm here? The Medieval Ages and the 17th century were the periods listed in your résumé, weren't they?" A near manic look was on Evelyn's face as she spoke. Cassandra let out a sigh as she shrugged off Evelyn's hands. "Aren't I already doing that? Come on, we need to get back to the barracks so I can help improve your pathetic fighting skills." Evelyn spluttered in indignation as she tried to keep up with the other girl, who was by now pointedly ignoring her presence. "Excuse me?! I am VERY adept at using polarized plasma rifles and barbed whips, mind you!" Safe to say, it was a long journey back to the barracks.

#oc #original character #original story #transmigration #transmigrators #Traveler Series #doesn't really have a solid plot lol #bunch of random ideas tbh #to whoever finds this #enjoy i guess??? #lol #oc evelyn cromwell #oc cassandra adler

[itscherryterry-again]

it's you!

I don't know bingbong, let's ask the destroyed roomba

#bonnet binghe im OBSESSED WITH YOUUUUUU #his hair is messy in the first but i tried to convey it more straight than usual.... #so that when he transmigrates sy tries to revive his curls </3333333 he buys a diffuser and everythinf #god im unwell. sick and twisted. #binggeyuan #luo binghe #luo bingge #shen yuan #scum villian self saving system #svsss #the trend already died but im late to everything so its fine

[lomlompurim]

Request from twitter! Reverse transmigration og!Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan cuddling♡

Ex demon lord gets (no homo!!!) kisses on his head by local nerd who is also his (bf) roommate ❤💚

What are they watching?🎤

#svsss #人渣反派自救系统 #luo binghe #svsss fanart #shen yuan #binggyuan #original luo binghe #reverse transmigration #no homo cuddles #lomito requests from twitter

[nightingalescall]

God's Perfect Lamb

Kingdom of Ebreau:

Prologue(you are here)|part 1|part 2

"OH MY GOD!!!!!"

You screamed as you free fell from the sky. The wind whistled pass you, whipping your hair and slapping your cheeks until they stung. You flailed about, thrashing your arms and legs in the air, desperately hoping to slow your descend into inevitable doom.

This day could not get any weirder. You thought the day when you got transmigrated into this world took first place in that department but fate took that as a challenge and proceeded to completely and utterly prove you wrong. The day you got here, at least you were safely lying in an open field on the outskirts of the city, unlike now where you were falling to your death from the sky.

You had endured a great amount of hardship during your stay in this world. You know all those stories about someone getting transmigrated into a parallel world as a noble or wealthy merchant or maybe even a royal? Well, you didn't get that privilege. You weren't placed into the body of a princess, a duchess, a countess or.....anybody, to be honest. You were just you. Plain old (y/n). So the idea living a life of luxury and comfort was thrown straight out the window at that revelation. You had nothing with you. No money, no property, no status. You had to start from the ground up if you have wanted to survive in this new world.

But that wasn't the biggest problem. By "nothing", that includes having no form of identification. You're not sure if it's just a subject of it never being brought up in those novels or if identification just wasn't a thing in those world, but in this one, it was a serious issue.

Having neither a place to stay nor enough money to buy one, you were forced onto the streets until you had the finances to own one. So it wasn't unexpected when the authorities took notice of you and brought you to their headquarters to give you necessary aid. It was all going well until they found out they had absolutely no record on you in their database. That's when they became hostile and grilled you to no end.

You couldn't just say you were from another universe and you had no information to based any lies on so many of their question were met with a silent stare or a soft "um".

In the end, they decided to label you a person of interest and should be kept under surveillance since they had no dirt on you to convict or pardon any crimes you may have potentially committed (even though you didn't). You were both relieved and surprised at the conclusion they came to since even you, yourself were convinced they were going to throw you in jail.

With no charges pressed on you, you were free to go. But where though? You were still homeless, jobless and penniless. Pitying you, they ended up giving you the help they initially planned on giving. They gave you a job.

And that's how you ended up as their errand girl. Any trivial or simple matters such as relaying messages to guards, sending documents to scribes and then retrieving them, delivering packages to and from the headquarters etc etc. It was an easy job so the low pay wasn't a surprise. It was barely enough for the small house you rented a few blocks away from headquarters. However, you were given food and allowed to eat with the guards at headquarters everyday as long as you remained their errand girl so that saves you the money and worry of getting enough to eat. It was a win-win situation for both parties. You get a job and the guards can always keep on eye on you. Thus, even with little to no money to your name, you settled into your new life in this world.

It's been more than a year since your transmigration and to be honest..... You were sick of this place. Remember the aforementioned win-win situation? Yeah, that was only in the beginning. As time went on and your suspicion has pretty much been cleared up, you were still stuck with doing this minimum wage job (if that was even a concept in this world). Just because you were getting by with this job doesn't mean you were happy with it. You only had enough for daily necessities. It's already been a long time since you've arrived here and you had not once enjoyed any type of indulgence in that time gap. Just work, work, work. Those damned guards keep saying you still need to be under surveillance but you knew well that they were just trying to keep you around to do their bidding. Honestly, what kind of guard lets a potential fugitive into their room to get something for them? You knew they trusted you. That's why they wanted you to stay as their little helper.

So here you are now. In the middle of the night, on your way back to headquarters after helping deliver a package to the biggest temple in the country, the Temple of Sonnet. This world, or at least Ebreau in particular, was a country of strong faith. They are a religious country where every citizen worshiped Calerus. Though his title may vary from person to person, it’s always some form of wealth and gold so most people call him the God of Prosperity.

With religion being such as important part of the kingdom, it wasn't surprising when you found out the temple worked in close relation with the imperial palace. The Royal family of Ebreau collaborated with the Temple of Sonnet in both political and cultural aspect. Organising nationwide celebrations, meeting with diplomats from afar, anything that are related to the affairs of the country, chances are both parties are involved. Basically, you mess with the temple, you mess with the Royal family. So definitely not someplace you like hanging about at, lest you want to accidentally offend someone and get a ticket straight to getting-your-head-chopped-off town.

The cold breeze of the night sent shivers down your spine as it blew into your thin clothing. You rubbed your hands together, desperately trying to warm them up but to no avail. You scurried through the courtyard quickly, making your way back to the entrance of the temple. It was relatively silent, saved for your footsteps and the distant sound of flowing water from a fountain somewhere.

Thankfully, the walk was a short one. Reaching the opened gate of the entrance, you walked past the two statues of Calerus at each side of the gate and out back onto the familiar cobble walkway. You snuck a few glances at the white statues of the god of this kingdom as you passed by.

Even in the dim moonlight, you could see the white marble eyes of the statue staring down at you, its mouth curved downward as both hands were outstretched to the side with white round discs made to look like gold coins pouring out of its hands and onto the base of the statue.

This was how the people of Ebreau depicted their God. Sharp eyes casted downwards, overseeing and observing their every move, his hands overflowing with gold, symbolising his absolute authority over the wealth in the land.

You stood, staring at the statue as you were reminded of the saying of the people.

Calerus, the prosperous.

Calerus, the strategist.

Calerus, the omnipresent.

Calerus, the all knowing.

Calerus, the god of Ebreau.

"All is within his hand. Follow his plan and golden rain shall pour at your journey's end."

...

"Tch."

You clicked your tongue as you turned away abruptly from the statue and continued on your way back. A look of disdain plastered on your face as you marched off from the temple.

The more you thought about how worshiped Calerus was and how many praises the people sang for him, the more angry you got. You weren't jealous. No, you weren't some narcissist with a god complex who wanted this sort of treatment. Of course not. What you were pissed about was how Ebreauans talk about how everything in life was Calerus' work. His plan, so to speak that allowed you to prosper and succeed. They claim that all challenges are obstacles on a path towards prosperity that Calerus has specifically chosen for someone.

"Everything has a purpose and meaning."

Well, personally, you though it was pretty nonsense.

If this god of theirs was so smart and crafty, if everything truly happened according to his plan then why the heck were you here? Why were you here in this fantasty world? What purpose did He bring you here for? And why has that "purpose" not shown itself even after you've been thrown here for almost 2 years?!?!

In your mind, Calerus is nothing but a liar and a fraud. Where's the prosperity He promised? What did He have planned? Did He even have anything planned??

You were angry and with good reasons. The people you've met here have been telling you that Calerus has something planned for you even if you're not from Ebreau since day one. They assured you that He will look over you, even if you're not a follower. Yet, you've been met with nothing but problems and hardships during your stay here. And worse, you don't see it ever becoming better.

"What a scam."

You mumbled under your breath and scoffed.

"Ugh..Huh?"

You groaned softly as you suddenly felt lightheaded. You legs got weak and you began to wobble, stumbling forward a few steps. You pressed your hand to you head, applying pressure to both of your temples. Nausea seizes your body as you gagged.

"Huhg..!"

The world spun around you and the ground below your feet felt like it disappeared as you lost your footing. You fell forward and braced for impact.

But it never came.

...?

You slowly regain control as the short-lived dizziness subsides. The disorientation passes and you now realised the odd position you're in. You're...Floating? Your face was hovering several inches away from the ground despite your hands not supporting your upper body. And when did the streets of Ebreau get so....White and fluffy? In fact, they looked like cloud-

"Heretic."

A deep voice suddenly rumbled in your ears and your head shot up. A man with shoulder length grey hair stood before you, his golden eyes piercing into your soul as he spoke with authority. He donned black robes that exposed only his left arm and part of his chest. Golden streaks also lined themselves along the right sleeves and tails of the robe. He seemed.... Ethereal. Godly even.

Wait....Godly?

"C-calerus?”

You stuttered in fear and disbelief.

“One did not expect to be recognised by thou so quickly. Peculiar for a non believer."

Calerus suddenly lifted his right hand and flicked two of his fingers upwards. That's when you felt a force tugged you up from behind and you hung in midair in front of the god.

"Uwah!" You yelped at the sudden yank. Before you could even recompose yourself, Calerus continued speaking again.

"And to not posses any ounce of humility. Calling one by mine name. Who does thou think thou art?"

You felt a force wrap itself around your neck before squeezing. You gasped and grasped at the invisible force, desperate for it to let go or at least loosen. You choked.

"cough! Stop! P-cough!"

You pleaded as you gasped for air.

"Why would one do that?"

You continued to cough as the force squeezed tighter. You were gonna die. Oh god, you were gonna die. In panic, you blurted out whatever came to mind.

"Because, cough, you still, gasp, owe me!!"

The grip around your neck disappeared and you fell onto the soft ground (if it even was ground). You gasped and coughed. Your lungs greedily sucking in air now that your airways were opened again. That relief was short-lived however as the next moment, you felt a hand grabbed onto your jaw and forced your gaze up.

Calerus stared coldly into your eyes as he spoke.

"Elaborate."

You panicked. You just said that on a whim. Surely, you weren't actually going to ask for compensation from a god....right? There was no way you were going to pull though with what you just said.

The fire inside Calerus' golden eyes told you to do so otherwise, though. You swallowed before slowly speaking.

"You....You brought me here. Why? Why separate me from my family? Why separate me from my friends?"

Calerus raised an eyebrow.

"Bring thou here? To punish thee, of course. Thou spoke ill of mine name."

You shook your head.

"No. I meant, bring me to this world. To Ebreau. What reason do you have?"

Calerus fell silent. He seemed to be lost in thought. You waited agonisingly long before he spoke.

"So it is thou. Thou art the otherworldly traveler, yes?"

Otherworldly? Yes. Traveler? No. Kidnapping victim would be more accurate. Though, you simply nod at his question. It was close enough, you suppose.

He released you jaw and backed away. His gaze blank and devoid of emotion as he raised his hand again. You felt a soft tug this time and you were gently helped up onto your feet.

?

It..Worked?

Calerus sighed before saying,"It would indeed seem one has forgotten about thy needs after thou came to mine kingdom."

Your eyes widen in surprise at his confession

"One will give thee the compensation thou deserves."

"Wait, really?" You couldn't hold back your astonishment.

Calerus stayed quiet as you asked and you felt cold sweat rolled down your face, thinking your question may have angered him.

His gaze went down onto the ground for a brief moment before flicking back up to you.

"Yes. However, know that one was not the being that brought thee to this land."

You tilted your head. "You're not?"

"No. One merely accepted thy visit to mine kingdom."

"Then...Who did?" You asked, the words rolling off your tongue slowly

"Mine....Equal. A ruler of another land far from mine."

Your head was spinning from this revelation. Some other god brought you here? Why? And why let you stay under another god's rule? Before you could ask, Calerus had began to speak again.

"One is not enlightened with the reason why thou has been brought here but one admits fault for neglecting thee after accepting thee as one's own. As such..."

Calerus stepped forward, his steps firm and steady. He raised his right hand to his mouth before biting his index finger. A small wound appeared on his skin and you saw golden blood begin to seep out from the opening. He stretched out his right arm as he made his way towards you.

"W-what are you doing?" You fumbled over your words as you backed away in horror, clutching your hands over your chest.

But Calerus was faster.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of you, finger pressing on your forehead. You felt the warm liquid dripping down your forehead as your eyes opened wide in fear, terrified at what he was going to do to you.

He began to chant.

"Might of the northern spirit, wisdom of the southern dragon, divinity of the elements of the east and west, hear one."

You wanted to pull away from his hand but be it fear or some other unknown force, you couldn't as you stayed rooted in place, breathing heavily from anxiety. If the god before you noticed your petrified state, he surely paid it no mind as he continued.

"Let the earth know that the power of gold shall have a vessel to call its own. Let the people rejoice for a vassal of Calerus, the Prosperous Lord shall walk among them. May the world celebrate the birth of mine lamb."

His finger left your forehead for a split second before it came back, colliding with your forehead as he flicked his finger against it. A surge of power shot into your head from his fingertip and spread throughout your body. The sheer magnitude of the force made you almost black out as your vision clouded with dark spots. As if you also suddenly got punched, you were propelled backwards, stumbling and struggling to catch yourself.

You felt yourself stepping on air and lost your balance, falling backwards. The ground(clouds?) had disappeared behind you, opening a small hole that let you fall through. You reached out your hand in a desperate attempt to hold onto something but to no avail.

You fell. Down and down until you could see that the "ground" you were standing on was indeed clouds in the sky. The sky. Calerus peeked his head over the edge, observing you as you fell with the same stoic look on his face. Just before he went out of hearing range, you heard him speak.

"One will be in touch."

He disappeared from view.

Now, back to the present, you were falling to your death, screaming and crying as you begged Calerus for mercy. Where's the compensation?! Was everything just now a trick?! Did you get scammed again?!

Tears rolled out of your eyes and flew into the air as you cried in fear, leaving behind trails of water droplets following your descend.

You sobbed as realisation kicked in that nobody was going to save you, as hopelessness consumed you to the point of not being able to think anymore.

The ground got closer and closer as the seconds ticked by. You closed your eyes which were still overflowing with tears, submitting to your faith and praying the impact will immediately kill you so you won't have to suffer in pain.

Goodbye.

"Ugh!"

You groaned as the impact came. Your back collided with the ground and you were....OK? You were in some pain but nothing too bad. In fact, the pain was already passing now.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and blinked away the tears still trapped inside. It was daytime already. How much time has passed? You looked around and saw petals of different hues falling down before landing on the dirt beside you. Above you, a tree with yellow leaves swayed gently, its branches lightly bouncing up and down while its yellow leaves, detached from their place on the branch, fell softly down and landed on your face. It seemed you fell through the tree just now. That would explain the tears on the hem of your sleeves.

Aurum trees?

Propping yourself up into a sitting position, you stared up as you wondered. While not rare or particularly hard to care for, aurum trees are only planted within temples of Ebreau due its yellow leaves. They are the only type of trees in Ebreau that grew leaves of that shade of yellow. A yellow similar to gold while not being being fully golden coloured. The colour yellow symbolises wealth in Ebreau and thus, indirectly their god, Calerus. They are a symbol of the divine hence why aurum trees are only grown in temples.

Then, that raises the question. Why were you at a temple?

You lowered your gaze from the tree and you nearly gasped from the scene in front of you. You were sitting in the middle of a flowerbed that consisted of various types of flowers with different hues for each one. Not far from you, rows of nuns and monks knelt in an orderly matter, faces all shocked and astonished. Some had their hands clasped together while some were covering their, what you assume to be, gaping mouths. Hushed whispers erupted as they stared and observed you. You even made eye contact with some of the nuns and monks in which all turned away immediately with flushed cheeks.

What's going on? Did you intrude on something? Oh no....

Before your thoughts could spiral any further, a tall shadow suddenly loomed over you. Your head snapped upwards as you met eyes with the figure, a man dressed in white robes with golden embellishments around the collar and hem of the sleeves. His eyes were purple, like amethysts. Under the sunlight, his long blonde hair seemed glossy, shiny even as it draped over his shoulders while he towered over you. Despite his intimidating stance, a soft smile was present on his face as the tails of his eyes curved upwards slightly, giving the impression of a kind and good hearted soul.

The man knelt down, his sleeves fluttering gently due to the breeze. That's when you got a better look at his face. He looked familiar...

It wasn't until that soft and silky voice of his poured out of his mouth when you realised who he was.

"Hello, Messiah. We've been expecting your arrival." He placed his hand on his chest and bowed his head at you. "I am Saint Zephyr Venrose. Representing the temple of Sonnet, the esteemed imperial family and the whole of Ebreau, I humbly welcome you." He lifted his head and smiled. Your breath got caught in your throat as he confirmed your suspicions.

Zephyr Venrose. One of the few saints in all of Ebreau and head of the temple of Sonnet. Closely associated with the royals of the kingdom and is a man of power within the boarders of Ebreau. He often gives speeches given his position as head of the biggest temple in the country during festive events. That's where you've heard his voice the couple of times you were passing by or, if you were in a good mood, listening to him talk. You've never been able to get a good look at his face since you were always pushed back by the crowd so you didn't recognise him at first glance. However, now with his face inches away from yours, you could see every last detail of his features and you must admit, you understood why the folks liked him so much.

Zephyr must surely be blessed in his appearance.

You froze in place as you stared in surprise at him, wondering why he was talking to you and processing his words.

Did he just call you Messiah?

Zephyr noticed your silence and your staring. He adverted his eyes as his gaze dropped down towards the ground while he smiled to himself.

?

You tilted your head to the side in confusion at the sight.

Zephyr coughed lightly before his arms reached towards you. You gasped as he suddenly picked you up bridal style from the flowerbed. Not used to being held like this, you gripped onto his robe for support. Your face contorted in worry and anxiety as you looked at the ground, afraid of being dropped.

Zephyr, of course, took notice of your panic and in response, tightened his grip on you, pulling you closer to him. As you felt his fingers pressing into your skin more tightly, you looked up at him, surprised he realised your concerns so quickly.

He smiled warmly at you as he leaned down, closing the gap between your faces even more. His blonde hair brushing and tickling your face as he whispered into your ear. "Don't be afraid, Miss Messiah. I will never let you fall." His hot breath hit your earlobe and you felt your heart skipped a beat. He pulled away before walking with you in his arms towards the rows of nuns and monks.

"Rejoice, my brothers and sisters for our Savior has come. Our God has delivered us our salvation. May glory be with his name for all eternity."

Zephyr announced loudly and his words were met with echoes of response from the other devotees.

"May he reign supreme!"

Your head felt like it was going to explode with all this information. Was this....Was this the compensation Calerus meant? To be his hands and eyes as you walk along the common folks? To be loved and praised like how he is? To be worshiped? You felt dizzy from being bombarded by this revelation.

You looked back up at Zephyr, hoping he could shed some more light on this predicament you found yourself in. However, you swallowed your words the moment you looked into his purple irises.

Zephyr was known for his gentle and endearing nature. Some say he's the embodiment of kindness. He's the type of person people can't help but be drawn towards due to the sense of security he gives and the tranquil aura he possesses. That was your initial impression of him too.

But looking at him now, you wondered if you were wrong.

With the closeness between you two, you could see the the subtle shade of pink on his cheeks and the flushing redness at the tip of his ears. His breathing fanned your face and you noticed how quick and shallow his breaths were. His fingers went from pressing firmly into your skin to digging themselves into your thighs and waist. Then, if you looked hard enough, you could see him swallowing occasionally.

And last but not least, you couldn't help but notice his eyes that had always been filled with warmth and tenderness seemed....

Crazed.

~✟~

A prologue/world building chapter for my future yandere stories taking place in this universe. If you spot any mistakes, please do point them out so I can correct them and give everyone the best reading experience! Especially with Calerus' old English(?) part, I'm still not sure when to use thee and when to use thou. I only did some basic research on Google.(T_T)

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere stories #transmigration #fantasy #isekai #yandere saint #male yandere #female reader #yancore #yandere obsession

[piojooojo]

"Fate? What is fate? That which let a four-year-old child be humiliated, yet no one would lend a hand to help?"

(...)

Bingyuan Reverse transmigration Au | Part 9 -12

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Part 1 & 2

Part 3, 4 & 5

Part 6, 7 & 8

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Extra:

#System: User has dramatic dialogue whenever he talks how do I fix it #Bingyuan Reverse transmigration Au #svsss #svsss fanart #人渣反派自救系统 #luo binghe #shen yuan #luo bingge #digital art #my art #svsss au

[kelenia]

The robes are hanging on for dear life

#I believe in Huge Binghe supremacy #he was a monsterfucker before transmigrating and he is still a monsterfucker now #sqq: luo binghe if you hide yourself like this from now on I will die. i will literally die again. is that what you want? #you’re killing your husband binghe #sqq finding sqh: YOU KNEW?!? YOU KNEW BINGHE LOOKED LIKE THIS AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME?!? #svsss #scumbag villain #scum villian self saving system #scum villain #my art #bingqiu #shen qingqiu #luo binghe

[sunderwight]

Reverse transmigration bingqiu except instead of Bingge turning up in Shen Yuan's world, it's white lotus disciple Binghe who does.

Shen Yuan, currently in his last year of high school, finds him and thinks he's a troubled homeless kid who has latched onto a character from a web novel as an intense form of escapism. He's initially just going to hand him over to some authorities of some kind but the kid seems so lost and scared, instead he ends up deciding to personally use his family's connections to help him or at least find his actual family or something (of course, doesn't turn anything up).

Baby Binghe is brand new to Qing Jing peak in the timeline he left from, so he doesn't have any idea of cultivating. With his demon blood still locked, he's a normal kid. But he's smart! He figures out basic appliances and picks up other modern facilities pretty quickly, wins over SY's family, and eagerly decides to keep living with him when SY moves out for the first time. SY's almost feeling bad because he definitely got the better end of this deal. His family manages to enroll LBH in school and they get him a bunch of lessons on things he seems interested in, and even so this kid still finds time to do a better job cooking and cleaning than SY, whose schedule is less packed.

A couple years pass. SY is beginning to accept that this is a permanent situation. So is LBH, who is kind of sad that he won't be able to fulfill his mother's dream of him becoming a cultivator, but actually really likes living in the magic shiny future with Shen Yuan and wouldn't change it now even if he could. SY is looking at long-term things for organizing Luo Binghe's further education, travel, etc. He's come out of his shell, is more active in the world and with his family because he needs to make sure his young ward gets proper socialization! (SY's family think LBH is the best thing that ever happened to him, and don't point out that they're actually only a few years apart in age; except Shen Meimei, who is the same age as LBH.) Meanwhile Luo Binghe's life plan is veering towards "housewife" aspirations, but he's still too shy to mention that to the object of his crush. It's okay though, he's got time! He'll get older and then figure out how best to approach the situation! (And in the meanwhile run off anyone else who tries to date his future husband...)

Of course, that's when it turns out that the system sent him here as an emergency measure to get him out of the way while it resolved a major issue with the actual setting. When the issues are repaired, it yanks LBH back. He finds himself returned to the exact same moment he left, in the same physical state, the years he spent living with Shen Yuan seemingly erased.

Going back to Qing Jing Peak after all that is difficult. No, worse, it's almost completely intolerable. Luo Binghe has been treated right and had a good life and now it's just gone. He has no idea how to get back.

But, that's why he has to stay. Because if there is a way to get back, then his best shot at figuring it out is learning how to cultivate, and devouring every single book in Qing Jing Peak's library, and then every other sect's library if need be. It is possible to move between worlds! He knows, because he did it! He just needs to find the way to do it again, permanently. So he stays and he deals with Shen Qingqiu's cruelty and the bullying of his sect mates, but he doesn't hold out any hope for them to improve. Instead he tries his best to hold his own ground, uses things he learned from Shen Yuan's world to steal whatever advantages he can, and pushes his way through any obstacles or competition.

He hates Shen Qingqiu, though. Especially because he has the surname Shen. Shen Yuan's family was good to him, so it seems like a cruel joke of fate that his shizun is so dead set against him. Something that could have been a comfort is instead a bitter twist of the knife.

But then a couple of years into this, Shen Qingqiu... changes?

After suffering a qi deviation, he stops beating Luo Binghe at the slightest provocation. He stops beating any of his students, in fact. He gives Binghe medicine, actually starts teaching classes, rescues Luo Binghe from a malicious skin-stealing demon, takes the blow of an incurable poison to save him from another demon, even gives him the side room of his own house to stay in. The bullying ends and the atmosphere on Qing Jing Peak changes, like night and day. Somehow he goes from being Shen Qingqiu's most hated student to being his clear favorite, even doted on disciple.

Luo Binghe is not going to fall in love with this new reformed Shen Qingqiu, though. He isn't! His heart is not so fickle that he will just fall in love with anyone who is kind to him! His love for Shen Yuan, that was real. And Shen Yuan would tell him that even though Shen Qingqiu seems to have changed, Luo Binghe shouldn't just forget about the past, because what if Shen Qingqiu returns to that behavior? It might not happen, but if it does then Luo Binghe must react accordingly.

But it's difficult, sometimes. This new Shizun, he's... he's really... sometimes he seems just like...

But Luo Binghe won't fall in love with him!

No matter what, he won't stay. He has to figure out how to move between worlds, and get back to Shen Yuan. Who he REALLY loves. Not Shen Qingqiu. He is in love with Shen Yuan and he is not falling in love with Shen Qingqiu.

At all.

#svsss #bingqiu #scum villain's self saving system #long post #meanwhile shen yuan was not having a great time over binghe's disappearance either #and now he's died and transmigrated into shen qingqiu #and this new binghe is just like HIS binghe and maybe... maybe it is? #but the ages don't line up #his binghe was younger than this the first time sy met him and older than this the last time sy saw him #maybe it's just a really unlikely coincidence? #like how he and sqq share a lot of weird similarities? #the system won't let him say anything anyway but at least he has some time to look after this binghe #at least this one can't just be snatched away from him to some unknown fate either #...right?