Ning Su’s hair is soft, his skin is pale, his expression is slightly sluggish, his body is thin, and he is out of place in the crowd of passers-by.... more>>

He listened to the people around him discussing how to clear the level of this dungeon, and asked: “I survived the level, does it count as clearing the level?”

The people around looked at him like a fool: What a pity.

After entering the dungeon, Ning Su really started to live a life of his own.

If there is a gloomy skull on the castle, Ning Su will pick it up and make it into a night light to sleep beautifully.

The waterfall turned into blood, and he took the stew in a small milk pot, his eyes shining brightly.

Occasionally, he will also make small clothes for ghosts crawling on the ground.

Later, he really survived, the NPCs are sticky to him, the ghost master followed him and called him ‘mother’, and he still had the bloody heart of the flower god in his chest.

“…”

For Ning Su, there is food and drink in the infinite horror world, which is much more wonderful than his previous life.

He lived in the doomsday era and used to be a supernatural being, but his supernatural power is different. He is a special dark supernatural being who can absorb all dark things.

The person in charge of the base asked him to purify the zombies and sent him to the zombie group.

He turned into a little dark zombie.

Humans did not like him, all dark beings loved him. <<less

The first time Ling Changye laid eyes on Xia Bai, all he could see was the captivating absence of his cerebrum. He couldn’t fathom how this man had managed to survive through the horrifying games.... more>>

It wasn’t until he got injured in a game, looking like he was about to kick the bucket, that Xia Bai unexpectedly emerged. His beautiful eyes gazed sincerely at Ling Changye and his tiny Adam’s apple quivered as he discreetly swallowed some saliva.

“May I have your corpse?”

Ling Changye: “?”

Xia Bai tilted his head, and behind him, a group of corpses materialized, staring at them with eager eyes. He asked politely once more, “May I have your corpse?”

Ling Changye fell silent.

———

Xia Bai and his companions found themselves locked in the morgue by other players. A ghastly wind rustled the white shrouds covering the room full of corpses.

Companion: “My heart is racing.”

Xia Bai: “Mine too.”

They exchanged a knowing glance. Companion: “On the count of three!—Run!”

“Ahhhh!” The companion sprinted towards the exit, eyes wide with fear.

“Ahhhh!” Xia Bai excitedly dashed towards the corpses, his face flushed with excitement.

“……?”

———

Xia Bai was thrust into a terrifying game.

System: [Scanning completed. Player’s soul skill is related to corpses.]

Xia Bai, who frequently dug up corpses and treated them as family, shifted his eyes guiltily.

System: [Player shall be known in-game as the Corpse Collector. Your skill is ‘The Living Dead’. We hope you can become a responsible corpse owner.]

As time passed, the number of corpses trailing behind Xia Bai grew. Most were players who had perished in the game. They entrusted their skills and bodies to him, protecting him, accompanying him, unconditionally believing in him. It was then that he truly understood the original intentions and lifelong responsibility of being a corpse driver.

As his grandfather had once told him, “Miles I shall roam, to send all home.” <<less

"Report, Captain! Luhua Community has been invaded by an apocalypse novel. A young man has emptied several supermarkets, bought out the grain and fruits of two villages, and some residents are showing mutations. Should we detain him?"... more>>

"Report, Captain! The Ji family, the wealthiest in the southern city, has been invaded by a melodramatic story. An unfamiliar man claims that the Ji family’s young master is a fake and that he’s the real heir. This morning, the family found both young masters sharing the same bed, and now the Ji family is in chaos—quick, grab some popcorn!"

"Report, Captain! The Fukang Community in the northern city has been invaded by a matriarchal society novel. The men there are staying at home, managing the household and raising children. Some even wear veils when going to work. Hiss!"

"Report, Captain! The Kangle Welfare Center has been invaded by a three-and-a-half-year-old literature novel. A toddler, adored by everyone, not only speaks eight languages but also has their inner thoughts heard by others?!"

"Report, Captain! The eastern city has been invaded by an infinite flow novel. A player with supernatural abilities has brought ghosts and monsters out of the game world. He claims that he’ll become the king of the real world. Huh?"

"Report, Captain…"

When novels invade the real world, one by one, self-important protagonists with their novel wills begin to disrupt reality’s order and safety. The Novel Crisis Management Bureau is a specialized agency tasked with handling such situations.

Duan Team Leader, known as the "Nemesis of Protagonists," listens to reports pouring in from all directions. Crawling out of bed, his face—perfect for the agency's beauty idol—remains shadowed by the dark cloud of early-morning grumpiness. Just as he's about to set out to patch up this broken world, a new report comes in: 

"Re-Report, Captain! A rebirth novel has invaded. A large group of reborn individuals is approaching you. They claim you’re the future end-of-the-world boss. Some want to win your favor (flirty looks), some want to heal and warm your heart, and others plan to annihilate you entirely!"

Duan Chunshui: "…Forget the patchwork!"

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Alternate Titles:

1. [Next Protagonist, Please]

2. [Sorry, We're Protagonists Too]

3. [A Series of Stories About Self-Important Protagonists Getting Humbled]

Character Pairing: Cold-faced, slightly grumpy, universally adored bottom X Ambitious, dual-faced king of competition top <<less