LinShui

AUTHOR NOTE 14.05.2024: Hello all! Sorry for the long wait, I wrote myself into a literal corner and realised I have to retcon a few things in arc 4 before I can move on with the story. Will try to get this fixed in the soonest! Really sorry for the wait TT o TT

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Infinite/Unlimited Flow horror BL novel
Might be a parody.
And MC might be a villain....
1v1

Introducing:

A suicidal and bored MC and… wait, where the f&?! is the ML?!


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Lam Thanh Van believes it’s about time someone ended his miserable life.

But being an immortal has hindered his path to Hell. Scratch that, Hell is off limits with the terrifying speed his body stitches itself back together, no matter how much someone might hack him to pieces.

With such a long and torturous life of trying to finish himself and failing miserably, he imagines that his death would be grand, like slaying a dragon - or a very persistent cockroach.

Now, the only problem was finding a hero worthy of such a cause.

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[The last player has arrived. Players, prepare for briefing.]

[Welcome to the annual 2023rd survival championship.]

The grand doors to the dome slowly pulled close, drawing everyone’s gazes over to the lone figure standing by himself, like a rabbit frozen in the headlights.

In front of the sea of players, fawn eyes dilated with fright. Fresh tears still clung to the lashes that framed the eyes so green they reminded the people of ocean waves crashing to the white sandy shore. Long limbs were clad in a simple T-shirt with a pair of washed-out jeans hugging his slim waist. Messy lavender hair and snow-white skin tinted with faint pink seemed ethereal in the scene. Like a magnolia tree growing in the desert… or a white lotus sprouting from a pile of bullshit.

One brave individual broke away from the herd, cold eyes set on the last player.

”Stay with us if you want to live.”

Lam Thanh Van raised his gaze up to the looming man, green eyes drenched with tears, his lips trembling as he could only muster a nod. 

[All players, scenario one will commence now. Good luck and try not to die.]

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When nothing is as it seems - who can you trust?

ML: Not the author, that’s for sure. The synopsis is just one huge clickbait-

*Author smacks this insolent child with a hardcover edition of the Bible*: Quiet, you! Or I won’t let you appear even after the halfway mark!

MC: … You evil bish!!

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T/W: This is mature content. A sprinkle of horror, a teaspoon of gore, topped with a handful of clownery. Some papapa is added as a garnish at the end. Consume at your own digression.

A/N: This is an original work by LinShui. The cover is not mine, as I have negative skills in any illustrative art. Will commission for a cover when I’m no longer a broke bish. Do let me know if this is your art and you want to take it down, thanks!


#unrequitedlove

Infinite Flow: ML… Where TF are You?! [BL]

"Come get me, you piece of shit! Motherfucker! I'm still alive!"

The system probably had a stroke at this dumbassery, but who the fuck cares? Thanh Van didn't give a rat's ass - as long as it worked!

The air shifted, the killing intent honing on him like bloodhounds.

The hair over his arms and nape spiked from fear, but Thanh Van was ready.

Emerald eyes watched all the doors of the corridor.

Sweat drops trailed the side of his face-

Thanh Van felt his feet jitter wildly, his thighs tense, palms sweat-

The seventeenth door on the far left flung open, the wood wailing miserably as it was thrown off its hinges, splinters of wood flying across the corridor.

Thanh Van's breath lodged in his throat as the plague doctor barrelled towards him, flying with terrifying speed down the corridor.

2.52 Come get Me!