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Reborn To Be The Imperial Consort [BL]

(I owe everyone 10 chapters.) [The Imperial Consort could have been so much more than what we were shown.] --- Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader. When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague. Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he? No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/"what-if" version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel. Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem?? What about the Female Lead? Later: Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with concubine Yang? ML: Don't want to. Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why? ML: Are you pushing me away? Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ --- 100-150 PS = 1 extra chapter on Sunday 25, 50, 75... Golden Tickets = 1 extra chapter on Sunday 3-5 Gifts = 1 extra chapters (or more depending on the value of the gifts)

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Zopyra — XVII

When he dropped his hand and the sheer excitement of having exacted his revenge and quite literally burn the dragon down in flames slowly began to recede, the ten-tailed fox took a deep and and took a moment to take in all the chaos, the calamitous destruction that he had wrought upon the entire place.

For a moment, he couldn't help but feel proud. He could feel his tainted soul sing the song of joy that it rarely sung throughout his life.

Ten thousand years, ten thousand years, the amount of time he had waited for this very moment, burning with scathing and venomous hatred, letting it blind him, letting it consume him.

The very hatred that kept him going. The malice, the desire to slaughter everyone who'd been a part of his downfall, kept him away, it ate him away until there was nothing left of him but the want for revenge.

Now, after all those years, those blurred days and fleeting night, his sleepless torture, all of those were more than worth it.