Yuri

Su Lingyue was the treasured pearl of the Su family, notorious for her capricious and overbearing temperament, acting with unbridled willfulness. According to rumors from that sophomore year summer camp, she had publicly humiliated Ji Zhiyi in front of their classmates, calling her a beggar who was unworthy of sharing the same tent. Not long after returning to school, Ji Zhiyi quietly processed her withdrawal papers and disappeared without a trace. Many classmates speculated that she couldn’t bear the emotional trauma, shaking their heads in sympathy and regret.

Years later, the Su Group underwent a sudden transformation—the company split in two, with half remaining in the Su family’s hands and half falling into Ji Zhiyi’s possession. Along with the company shares, Su Lingyue also fell under Ji Zhiyi’s authority.

Everyone suspected Ji Zhiyi had come seeking revenge, eagerly waiting to witness Su Lingyue’s downfall. Su Lingyue herself shared this belief.

On the day she brought Su Lingyue home, Ji Zhiyi personally designed a pair of princess shoes. Socialites in their circle buzzed with excitement, all vying to purchase them at premium prices. As the shoes’ value soared to astronomical heights, Ji Zhiyi retrieved them from their display case at the company’s annual gathering. Under everyone’s astonished gaze, she knelt down and, with meticulous care, placed them on Su Lingyue’s feet.

A sharp-tongued, prideful Guide daughter of a Grand Duke and her silent Sentinel bodyguard, a woman of action and few words, are stranded together on a deserted island, where the path to survival proves as arduous as it is mortifying, and as deeply embarrassing as it is transformative.

Hua Mu is physically helpless, incapable of the simplest labor. Her only means of keeping Bai Zhen, her fiercely loyal wolf of a Sentinel, in line is the one asset she still possesses: her long-neglected Guide abilities.

Tang Qiu, a celebrated award-winning actress with legions of adoring fans, woke up one day to discover she had transmigrated.

She had not only swapped bodies but also swapped “careers,” becoming a lowly cleric a position envied by the masses but actually fraught with extreme danger.

Tang Qiu: “Can I resign?”

Church Priest: “No. Once you have accepted the Baptism of Light, you are a faithful believer of the Goddess of Light for life.”

It appeared that being a cleric was a lifetime binding contract.

Tang Qiu had molded herself into all manners of characters, but this was her first time playing a cleric. Although difficult, it was also highly challenging. She readily accepted her new identity. Yet, just as she was actively plotting how to perform this role to perfection, she never imagined that she was bound to more than just this one profession…

Tang Qiu: “It is truly rare to find a Vampire who enjoys masquerading as a human.”

Lucille: “A certain cleric who transforms and pounces on people every full moon has no standing to make such remarks.”

Tang Qiu smiled. “I don’t understand what you are talking about.”

A photographer named Chu Xia, traveling abroad to capture footage for a project, lost contact with her team during a shoot. After three days and nights stranded in the wilderness, her body finally gave out and she collapsed unconscious. When she came to, she discovered she had transmigrated to a strange, unfamiliar continent.

The continent was in a wretched state. Vampires held dominion, monsters roamed unchecked, and the various races were locked in constant war. The weakest of them all, humanity, scurried from place to place in hiding, yet could never escape the shadow of death.

Chu Xia had one stroke of fortune. She had not transmigrated into a defenseless human, but into a member of the God Race.

But fortune came with a cruel twist. To the Vampires, the God Race was even more coveted than humans.

Cynthia: The God Race heeded the Oracle of the Goddess of Light and founded the Church. Our purpose is to bring light to the Sitatul Continent and usher in a peaceful, thriving future for all races.

Vampire: …Liar… charlatan.

Cynthia: Charlatan? No, no, no. In truth, I am a gambler.

After a brief reunion following a battle, Olivia fumed: What kind of absurd notions are you filling your head with?

Cynthia blinked: Feelings of love are beyond my control. There is nothing I can do about it.