What in the world?? (BL Transmigration) DISCONTINUED

What in the world?? (BL Transmigration) DISCONTINUED

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Qiang Feng was someone who was, well, average. Average looks, average height, average smarts, average hobbies and average friends. Well at least that was exactly how his 17 years of life has been like. He never really had much of a love life and honestly, he doesn't really care. (Well he pretends not to while secretly hoping the worst for every couple he sees doing PDA in front of him. Xiao Feng: Do you really have to call me out like that?) What happens if he is suddenly pulled out from his little bubble, into a world where fantasy meets real life? A new life, a new face, a different world and 2 other men. How will this painfully average man get by in this ruthless world where only those with power will survive? This is a story about cultivation, powers and yes it's based off the usual Chinese BL trope of transmigration just that this time, the writer is not Chinese and I'm desperately hoping I won't offend anyone. On another note, I will literally be making up things along the way so if it's not the same as what you're used to, it's because of that :>
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"Aren't you tired of the way you live?" A voice inside of him would ask. "What can i do? I was born to live the life of a killing machine that dances to the command of my master. You think i never tried to run away from my life?" He would reply. That was him. The prodigy, the pride and praise of assassins. His hands were dyed with blood. Blood of men, women, children and the aged. He tried to rinse the blood out of his life but failed miserably. It was like a string attached to him, following him even in his dreams. "I see you are trying to run from your shell." The old woman said to him. "You are a pitiable person. When death welcomes you i pray you be free of your chains." She smiled as her cracked lips left her final breathe and her eyes lost its gleam. "Aaahhhhh!" The sound of painful scream echoed the room as he pressed his sword into his skin. He was ordered to kill the president of the country and bombard his residence. That was his last mission. But instead of leaving the house alive he stayed behind watching his piece of work decorate the walls of the building. He smiled. "It seems this is the only way to attain my own freedom." The sound of exploding bombs thundered into the ears of his comrades. They had realised what the man had done. However death brought him a new life. He was gifted the chance to live in freedom, to redeem himself and live the life he had wished for. But inside the world of a book. Life was all happy and beautiful. Until one unfortunate day he was entangled with the worst situation as he had to present himself before the antagonist of the book. Standing before him he caught his eye and was recruited as one of his personal guard. Moreover the protagonist of the story was very much to his distaste. But nothing could be worst than being objected as a sexual toy by the villain of the book, who had his ways with him right?

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