Love at First Sight

Author's note:

Hello to all my darling new and old readers. I'm your Yu (propping my chin up as I send you all a flower).

Welcome to my new story. It's a love-at-first-sight setup: the bottom is homophobic but actually deeply closeted, while the top has a screw loose, is a white lotus, a dramatic little fool, and has split personalities. Strong top, strong bottom, two great beauties falling in love. Hope you all enjoy it.

Content warnings:

1. Explanation: "flat-chested weak bottom" is an attribute from old-school danmei novels. It means weak and feminine, not like a real man.

2. My writing style is awkward and absurd, so please, I'm begging you, don't scold me. I'm kowtowing to wish you a Happy New Year~

3. Hot-tempered straight-man bottom & white-lotus green-tea top. The top is just this lotus-like and idiotic, and often acts like a fool. If you find it disgusting, don't force yourself to read it. I can't take getting flooded with negative reviews.

Promise me this: just have fun reading. If this one isn't to your taste, switch to something else. Jinjiang has so many god-tier authors. Don't curse me with such genuine emotion. Everything in this story is fictional, so don't get angry over paper people. The author is soft, cute, and sweet. Mwah.

Let me promote one of my preorders. If you like it, please save it~~ I'll open the pit when appropriate~~

"I'm Not Mentally Ill, I'm an Interstellar Soldier King"

Name: Chu Tingchen.

Identity: Protagonist of a wish-fulfillment face-slapping power fantasy on Punctuation Novel Network.

Occupation: Interstellar Soldier King.

Proficient in combat across all kinds of mountains, polar regions, deserts, jungles, islands, and more. Skilled in the use of all manner of interstellar weapons, including BKs, Gatling guns, quantum particle cannons, and so on.

Living amid blades and blood was Chu Tingchen's normal state; showing off and slapping faces was the main thread running through his entire life. Until one day, Chu Tingchen, who had been crawling through a hail of bullets with a BK and sniper rifle on his back, transmigrated into the real world with a bewildered expression.

"We received a report that you possess illegal prohibited firearms. Please come with us."

"You are an undocumented resident and accessed the internet without an ID. Please come with us."

"Although you killed a major drug lord in the Silver Triangle, you smuggled yourself there. Please come with me."

After being arrested once again, the person in charge looked at that handsome, cold face and sighed helplessly. "Why is it you again and again and again? Have you finished the medicine we prescribed last time?"

Chu Tingchen said, "I'm not mentally ill. I'm an Interstellar Soldier King, codename Wolverine."

Majestic, ancient mountain peaks rose and fell in endless succession.

Layer upon layer of verdant mountains stood wreathed in mist, like an exquisite ink-wash landscape painting.

At a cold pool deep in the mountains, the water was crystal clear and dense with spiritual energy. A handsome man with long, slightly upturned eyes sat cross-legged within it. As if he had encountered something beyond the handsome youth's comprehension, disbelief showed on his wild and strikingly beautiful face.

Chu Zeming opened his eyes, slowly closed them, opened them again, then closed them again.

After repeating this two or three times, he drew in a sharp breath.

Fuck, he had really transmigrated.

Memories that did not belong to him filled his mind. A face that did not belong to him reflected in the pool. The disordered clothes scattered freely along the cold pool's edge clearly did not belong to him either.

Chu Zeming had been a million-dollar stock market trader who had died from overwork after several consecutive nights of overtime.

For some reason, when he woke up, he had entered this body.

The original owner shared Chu Zeming's name and surname, had eight-pack abs, and was pretty good-looking too. But Chu Zeming could not be happy, because the book he had transmigrated into was a gay novel, and the person he had become was a huge gay in that gay novel.

Chu Zeming looked around. Other than himself, there was no one else.

Chu Zeming tested the waters in a low voice. "Hello? Is the original owner still here? Do you still want your body?"

All was silent; no one answered.

He had called out into loneliness.

Chu Zeming was completely disappointed.

The soul inside this body had died while bathing, and he had taken over the body.

Chu Zeming rose from the water, droplets rolling down his two long, straight thighs.

Experiencing a height he had never known in his previous life, Chu Zeming realized he possessed the unrivaled body of a supermodel and was an absolute dominant top.

Pah!

He was not gay, so why the hell was he calling himself a dominant top?!

Piece by piece, Chu Zeming put on his clothes, not very skillfully. Following the original owner's memories, he headed toward his residence with an utterly foul expression.

At this moment, Chu Zeming did not know whether he should thank his colleague for forcing him to finish this cultivation gay novel, allowing him to clearly understand his circumstances after transmigrating; or blame him for forcing him to finish it, because perhaps he would not have transmigrated into a huge gay otherwise.

Still, it had given him a second life after all. Chu Zeming reluctantly forgave the colleague who had forcibly fed him shit.

On the way, disciples of the Nine Purities Vast Righteousness Sect occasionally greeted Chu Zeming. He wore a long face and was in a terrible mood, ignoring every last one of them.

So the disciples began whispering among themselves.

"Eldest Senior Brother is as arrogant and unfriendly as ever."

"He's spoiled because he has such high talent."

"If my talent were as high as his, I'd hop everywhere instead of walking."

There were also face-lovers who did not mind Eldest Senior Brother's temper.

"Eldest Senior Brother looks so cool and handsome even with that icy face!"

"He's so handsome I want to spread my legs and bear him monkey babies! Eldest Senior Brother, I'm good, I can do it!"

Chu Zeming, radiating low pressure from head to toe, looked over—

"Eldest Senior Brother looked at me! He looked at me!"

The male disciple who wanted to bear monkey babies covered his face and squealed softly.

Chu Zeming felt a violent throb in his chest, like he was having a heart attack.

—This fucking Jīwen World.

The original Chu Zeming was the Eldest Senior Brother of the Nine Purities Vast Righteousness Sect. Exceptionally gifted and born with extraordinary bones, he had broken through to the Golden Core stage at only twenty-three, becoming the undisputed number one among the Nine Purities Vast Righteousness Sect's younger generation—the darling of Heaven's Dao, favored by immense fortune.

Unfortunately, he was gay.

He fell in love with a man who, like him, had a big dick. In the end, love drove him into demonic cultivation. His hands were drenched in blood, and his brilliant future was ruined.

With a sweep of his sleeve, Chu Zeming blocked everyone outside from seeing into his residence. He sat on his cold jade bed and began considering what to do next.

It was so disgusting that, if his colleague had not threatened and tempted him, he never would have finished that melodramatic sweet cultivation novel called "Master Above, I Below."

The protagonist, Yue Lian, was a flat-chested weak-bottom Mary Sue. Rather than cultivating properly, he wallowed in romance. He was idle to the point of death, lived a life of effortless victories while lying down, and relied on his face and protagonist halo to gain countless admirers and suitors. Among the strongest competitors were his master, Ling Yunzi, and Eldest Senior Brother Chu Zeming.

One could tell from the novel's title that Master Ling Yunzi was the official spouse, while Eldest Senior Brother Chu Zeming was merely a great villain who went mad for the protagonist, went wild for the protagonist, and met a miserable end for the protagonist.

Chu Zeming's expression darkened.

He was a man of iron and blood, a straight man forged of steel, and—homophobic.

Falling in love with a Mary Sue man was impossible. Since he had taken over this body, his goal from now on would no longer be gay sex, but the sea of stars.

Letting out a deep breath, Chu Zeming closed his eyes and began looking inward at his inner palace, drawing in and exhaling spiritual energy.

He had to familiarize himself with this body as soon as possible.

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother! Come out quickly!"

All of a sudden, a man's voice sounded outside the residence, interrupting Chu Zeming's cultivation. Chu Zeming knew that voice well. It belonged to Ling Yunzi's third disciple, the original Chu Zeming's fellow disciple—Ning Weiyu.

Chu Zeming's eyelid twitched.

He wanted to pretend he was not there.

He had been inside the book for less than an hour, and his mood had yet to settle. To avoid exposing himself, Chu Zeming did not want to interact with any of the original owner's social circle for the time being.

Ning Weiyu shouted, "Senior Brother! Eldest Senior Brother! They all saw you come back just now! Stop hiding inside without making a sound—I know you're home!"

Chu Zeming continued playing dead.

The voice outside persisted. "Eldest Senior Brother, what are you doing in there? Could it be something shameful that you're afraid I'll find out about? Why are you acting so strangely today? Usually, you open the door as soon as I call for you!"

The gates to the residence abruptly flew open.

Chu Zeming walked out with a black expression.

"What's strange?" Chu Zeming looked down at Ning Weiyu, his gaze exceedingly dangerous.

It seemed that if Ning Weiyu said even one word, Chu Zeming would kill him on the spot.

Ning Weiyu could not help shuddering. "...N-no, nothing strange. Senior Brother is also... also very handsome today, haha."

Chu Zeming's expression improved slightly.

Ning Weiyu breathed a sigh of relief.

That scared him to death.

Ning Weiyu cautiously looked up at Eldest Senior Brother, who seemed to be in a bad mood, and asked, "Master recently picked up a new disciple and brought him back to the sect. Today, there's a disciple-acceptance ceremony at the Daoist grounds. I heard the new Junior Brother is incredibly beautiful. Senior Brother, do you want to come with me and watch the excitement?"

Chu Zeming froze.

Today was the day that beauty who brought ruin to nations entered the sect??

Standing there and weighing it for a while, Chu Zeming spoke with a grave expression. "Let's go take a look."

Although he had no interest in men, Chu Zeming was a little curious about what kind of celestial beauty the protagonist bottom—who drove everyone in the book mad—actually possessed.

Written descriptions always felt dry and lifeless. Chu Zeming had poor imagination. When reading the novel, he had spent several days imagining it but still could not figure out exactly how captivating the man was.

The Daoist grounds were packed shoulder to shoulder, overflowing with immortal aura.

There were simply too many people. Ning Weiyu stood on tiptoe and craned his neck upward, but still could not see what the Junior Brother on the high platform looked like. As he kept stretching upward, he asked, "Senior Brother, can you see him? Is Junior Brother good-looking?"

The person beside him gave a nasal hum.

It was impossible to tell whether he was answering the first question or the second.

Chu Zeming stood amid the crowd. With his supermodel height and transcendent bearing, he stood out like a crane among chickens. His gaze crossed the sea of people and landed on the clear-eyed new Junior Brother atop the high platform—

The beauty wore flowing white robes. Pure and otherworldly, beautiful without being gaudy, he was like the world's most immaculate holy son. His clear eyes were more capable of inducing Heart-Movement Stage than snowy mountains, as though he had been born to be cradled in one's palms and cherished.

Every disciple around them marveled at Yue Lian's pure charm, sacred beauty, and loveliness.

Chu Zeming stared fixedly at the slender figure on the platform. At that very moment, his mind was completely blank.

A feeling he had never experienced in his previous life flooded his entire being. Deep in his mind, an emotion seemed ready to burst forth like floodwaters after a dike had collapsed, spreading into a boundless ocean—love had arrived.

Chu Zeming's eyes began moving beyond his control, his gaze practically glued to Yue Lian. His heart began pounding uncontrollably, and Chu Zeming was so excited he felt as though he might stop breathing.

Perhaps Chu Zeming's gaze was too intense.

On the high platform, the breathtakingly beautiful Junior Brother in white seemed to sense it and looked in Chu Zeming's direction. One face, proud and unrestrained, stood out among the crowd as though lit by a spotlight, crashing straight into Yue Lian's eyes.

That man's features and brows were wild and uninhibited. He was beautiful—a beauty of extreme aggression.

Graceful and peerless, standing like a crane among chickens, he was currently looking through the sea of people directly at him—

Their gazes met in an instant.

Yue Lian suddenly felt as though an arrow had pierced his heart.

Yue Lian stared steadily at Chu Zeming, a faint light flickering in his clear eyes.

—Thump, thump.

Yue Lian's eyes shimmered as he looked at the man in the center of the crowd. His beautiful, distinct-knuckled hand slowly covered the place over his heart.

It was a fiery, passion-charged exchange of gazes.

Suddenly, Ning Weiyu cried out excitedly in a low voice, "Ah, I can see him! Eldest Senior Brother, look, Junior Brother is looking at me! He's so beautiful, and his eyes are so clean and clear."

Chu Zeming's thoughts were instantly yanked out of their bewitched state. His face filled with horror, his scalp went numb, and his heart lurched violently—

Fuck, what had he been thinking just now??

So disgusting!!!

Forcing his eyes under control, Chu Zeming pulled his gaze away from Yue Lian in front of him. Ignoring Ning Weiyu's delighted cries, he swept his sleeve with a dark face and left the Daoist grounds.

Only after getting away from the protagonist bottom did that uncontrollable feeling of Heart-Movement Stage finally ease somewhat.

Chu Zeming shuddered inwardly in fear.

It was obvious that the will of the world was forcing him to be gay. If not for his firm will, he definitely would have fallen on the spot.

At the thought of their exchanged gaze just now, goosebumps rose all over Chu Zeming's body.

Once he had regained his composure, Chu Zeming did not immediately return to his residence. Instead, he headed toward the Scripture Repository.

Though he had read the book before, its contents were limited and had revealed only a small portion of the world setting. To truly understand the cultivation world, he still needed to read the ancient texts in the Scripture Repository.

The cultivation world's writing looked very much like traditional Chinese characters, but Chu Zeming could not understand a single one.

Besides the words, there were often obscure and complex symbols mixed in.

"Xuan... Xuan what Continent Compiled... Year... History..."

A deep frown creased Chu Zeming's wild, handsome face as he read the characters aloud one by one. He was painfully slow, getting stuck every few seconds and needing to think for ages before he could barely recognize a character through the original owner's memories.

—At this moment, Mr. Chu, who had received an elite education at a top university, discovered the fact that he had become illiterate.