In this era of mass transmigration into novels, where you never know when or where you’ll end up inside a story you’ve read, reading multiple books in parallel is dangerous.
“Master! There’s a baby at the entrance of the sect!”
You could end up transmigrating into a bizarre hybrid novel—a mix of a cute childcare romance and a bloody martial arts story—just for reading them together.
And not even as the cliché youngest daughter of a prestigious noble family, but as a baby abandoned on the treacherous mountaintop in front of Mount Hua Sect, with no parents!
“Alright, young one! Let’s make you a legend who wielded a sword before taking your first steps!”
“The plum blossom! As a member of Mount Hua Sect, you must make it bloom!”
Don’t turn me into a mass-produced legend by giving a sword to a baby who can’t even walk.
“We must defeat those Wudang Sect bastards! How long are we going to live with people saying that the best sword sect under heaven is Wudang?”
Shouldn’t adults be careful not to put too much pressure on kids?
To top it all off, the young master from the Namgung family who once coaxed me to come to his home doesn’t even recognize me now…
“Is this all the swordsmanship of Mount Hua amounts to? I had high expectations for Mount Hua Sect, but it’s nothing special.”
Please, just keep your mouth shut, ugh.
From now on, I’ll only read one book at a time, so could you please send me into a proper, straightforward childcare romance novel?
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Namgung Seheon suddenly grabbed my shoulders.
“Hey, don’t spar with anyone else.”
“Did the shock of losing make you lose your mind? How is that possible?”
“Oh, is that so…”
He nodded absentmindedly, then changed his tone.
“Then, don’t smile like that after sparring with anyone else.”
His dark eyes blinked slowly as he looked down at me intently.
“Only smile like that when I win.”
