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Su Cheng transmigrated into an R-rated novel, becoming a cannon fodder character who only appeared in two chapters before being killed by the male lead due to a generational feud between their families.
When she arrived, the male lead was still an orphan living with a noble family, bullied for his lack of talent.
But she knew that the male lead was about to shed his “useless” reputation and embark on a journey of meteoric rise to power.
Following the usual tropes, she might have tried to get close to him, help him, and become a guiding light in his life—building a relationship to avoid her future demise.
Su Cheng didn’t want to entrust her fate to someone else’s hands.
So she killed the male lead.
The moment the male lead died, she heard an ethereal voice whisper—
“Then you shall take his place.”
Su Cheng: “?”
She blacked out on the spot. When she woke up, everything had changed.
Su Cheng inexplicably inherited the male lead’s identity, along with the vicious curse that required him to engage in intimate acts to survive. Now, in the body of a cannon-fodder side character, she was forcibly thrust into the original plotline.
The moment she pushed open the door, a courtyard full of relatives turned mocking gazes her way.
“You’ve heard, haven’t you? Your genius fiancé is coming to break off the engagement!”
Su Cheng: “…………”
After encountering the academy’s aloof heartthrob, the imperial prince, and the church’s saint one after another, she realized things were far more complicated than she thought.
Later, beneath the grand and resplendent altar, the gods gazed down from the heavens.
The golden-haired God of Light, draped in radiance, pressed a blessing kiss to her forehead. The dark-eyed God of Darkness stood in the night, leaving a mark of fate upon her hand.
The ever-changing Ancient God passed through the moonlit veil, filling her dreams with tides. The Lord of Desire sang at dawn, lips dripping with blood and honey.
The Dragon King of Chaos bowed his head to her in silence, his black-scaled tail tracing her trembling waist. The Progenitor of Abundance embraced her, vines sprouting from his fingertips to unfurl forbidden patterns.
They watched her from the void, their gazes dark and burning—as if yearning to drag her into an endless abyss.
