The wrestling journey begins
Question: If you could transmigrate into a galgame novel as the protagonist, what would you most want to do?
Sitting in front of her computer screen, Qin Xiangyi saw this question on Zhihu.
After thinking for a moment, she typed out a line.
[I want to take a day off]
But just as she finished typing, the beautiful women behind her were already urging Qin Xiangyi to get up and exercise.
With a bitter smile on her lips, Qin Xiangyi felt for the first time just how hard it was to get some rest.
And all of this started on a night a few months ago…
[You lose all your cultivation with one slap, what do you think this is, osteoporosis?]
[Author, do you even understand cultivation? Who dilutes pills when refining them?]
After three years as a webnovel author, Qin Xiangyi had gone from being a total nobody to being a nobody who got roasted every day.
She sighed, closed the novel website, and opened her writing software, looking at the harem novel she’d been plotting lately.
The story was simple: a male lead gets a treasure called the Flower God Ring, and then lives a happy, slow-burn romance with all kinds of heroines from the novel.
The desk lamp was on, and her three cats were leaping around the cramped, dark room.
Qin Xiangyi focused, her fingers flying across the keyboard.
“Ugh, I hate coming up with names the most.
What should I call these side character siblings?” Qin Xiangyi paused her typing, just as one cat chased another and crashed into her desk, knocking over her cup and spilling water everywhere.
She was a little annoyed, but couldn’t really blame her precious cats.
Not wanting to lose her hard-won inspiration, she refocused on the computer.
The main characters’ names were already generated by the name tool, but the villain siblings’ profiles were still blank.
A few seconds later, Qin Xiangyi typed her own name into the software.
[Qin Xiangyi]
“Whatever, it’s not the first time I’ve used my own name for a bit of self-insert.
This time I’ll try being the villain’s little sister.” She said this to herself, and to make her presence less insignificant—and to satisfy herself—she added some character traits.
Qin Xiangyi: Female, 17, villain Qin Wangzi’s younger sister, a beauty held back by her glasses.
Doesn’t get along with her brother, top student, strong sense of justice, and friends with school beauty Zhou Muning.
She paused again, feeling like this character setup was too common.
Plus, by putting herself in the story, she worried she might accidentally become part of the harem.
Even though the immersion was strong, Qin Xiangyi couldn’t accept being pursued or falling for the male lead.
Her hands hovered over the keyboard as she looked at her plot outline, then added another line to her character profile.
[Yuri girl]
But as soon as she typed that, something felt off.
She was writing a galgame harem novel—sure, lots of people were fine with yuri scenes in harem stories, but most wouldn’t know how to turn it into a threesome plot.
Qin Xiangyi got frustrated, deleted “yuri,” and changed it to “friend of women, nightmare of playboys.”
Since the villain’s little sister had her own name, Qin Xiangyi gave her extra attention, planning to have her run through the whole story, connecting everything, and added: “Second only to the male lead in importance, and the only character the male lead can’t win over.”
Satisfied with her self-insert, Qin Xiangyi was about to save her work when suddenly the desk lamp started flickering.
She instinctively looked at the power strip, and saw water from the cup dripping down the table—right onto the outlet.
Strange sparks flared in the darkness.
Qin Xiangyi, a little scared, tried to back away, but the space was too tight.
Her three cats, for some reason, went wild and crashed into her.
She was knocked straight into the screen, and her whole body was sucked into the computer.
Even weirder, a bizarre monster appeared in the middle of the monitor, like a greedy snake, swallowing up all the outlines Qin Xiangyi had written.
The room went dark.
Only the three cats were left, howling their hearts out, not knowing that on this day, they’d lost their last source of comfort…
