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though the flame be put out, the wick remains by dataframe
Fandoms: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
20 Sep 2025
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The next time [Shen Yuan] wakes, it is not under his control. Oh, yes, his arms push him up from where he was sprawled out on the bed, but the feeling is numb and distant, like he’s grasping at the blankets through layers of cotton balls trying to suffocate him. His chest deliberately rises and falls, but he hardly tastes the air. Further below, his feet land on the floor and move without any effort on his part. It almost hurts, tugging against the chains of his new body while he kneels down and reaches beneath the bed for—Xuan Su?
At once, a shrill ringing pierces the air and he can’t even cover his ears.
[ The System has been activated! Bound role: Cang Qiong Mountain Sect's Honored Sword, "Xuan Su." Master: Peak Lord Yue Qingyuan. Starting B-Points: 100. ]
or, Shen Yuan, now Xuan Su, fights to satiate the System and stave off Luo Binghe's corruption arc. There's no need for Yue Qingyuan to walk into a barrage of arrows for some scummy shidi, really...!
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By Hook or By Crook by Gemi, Prim_the_Amazing
Fandoms: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
17 Oct 2025
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Transmigration is a dream come true. It’s only a shame he has this of all things come true. Him! As Ming Fan! The boy who grew up only to die of ants. It had been an almost well-deserved death, sure, but Shen Yuan is the one in the body now and he would rather fucking not.
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A humble transmigrator is assigned a role he does not find particularly flattering. Can he please get recast?
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The Patroness by stiltonbasket
Fandoms: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
28 Dec 2025
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Luo Binghe unfolds the letter with trembling hands.
Luo-gongzi, the letter begins. I do not know if your martial uncles on An Ding have explained matters to you; but in case they have not, this master is the patron assigned to you through An Ding Peak’s sponsorship scheme. I am Shen Yuan, a cultivator nearly one-and-thirty years of age; and I am writing from Shuizhai, a little country town on the outskirts of Luoyang, where I run a cultivation academy for children between three and thirteen.
There is a great deal more, but Luo Binghe can hardly make out the rest through his tears.
Somewhere in Shuizhai, there is a man he has never met; and he already seems to care for Luo Binghe as no one has done since his mother passed away.
In which Shen Yuan teaches cultivation elementary school, and Luo Binghe falls in love across the miles that lie between them.

