With My Ability To Swap, I Will Never End Up In A Love Triangle Mess - Chapter 13
When Xia Xi opened the comments section, he finally understood where this seemingly quiet and gentle girl had picked up all her foul language.
“Who the hell wrote this? Author, you’re insane! This plot is insane! Can you not write this eye-gouging garbage?”
“Oh my god, if the Demon Lord is human, I’ll eat my hat! Since when does this make any sense?”
“You finally finished it? Please, for the love of God, start a normal new book!”
“The plot is trash, but the writing is top-tier. Who even reads this with their brain turned on?”
…
And these were the milder comments. The harsher ones were almost entirely censored—full of asterisks, “alphabet soup,” and “telegraph code.” It was so bad that most of it couldn’t even be displayed.
“Ahem… you’ve got some impressive mental resilience, I’ll give you that.”
He skimmed through the earlier comments and found that nearly every chapter was flooded with hate. It was a miracle the girl had managed to keep writing at all.
“If I had strong mental resilience, I wouldn’t have wanted to kill myself.”
Following Xia Xi’s perspective, Liu Yiyi relived the memories of being torn apart by critics. But strangely, now that she’d mustered the courage to attempt suicide once, she found herself oddly calm about it all.
“When you think about it, these readers are kinda cute. They kept hating on me, but they also kept reading—all the way to Chapter 666. Heh… hehehe.”
As she spoke, she suddenly broke into a silly laugh inside Xia Xi’s mind.
“Listen, you never should’ve written such a clichéd, melodramatic novel. With your writing skills, you could’ve just written some short stories and blown up overnight.”
After helping her submit the request to mark the novel as complete, Xia Xi clicked into the new work creation page.
“Ugh, a thousand-year-old pervert stays a thousand-year-old pervert. No wonder you were so desperate to possess a young girl like me—your brain must be rotten. You think writing short stories is easy? Do you have any idea how hard it is to come up with a complete plot, you dumbass soul-stealing demon?”
Fine, fine. Stay calm, Xia Xi. No need to argue with a chatterbox girl. Just prove her wrong with your skills!
Of course, his “skills” came from the countless masterpieces of his past life.
Without responding, Xia Xi slowly typed out the title and synopsis. Since she was a “literary” girl, winning her over through her interests would make her favor skyrocket.
“Firefly Forest? What kind of name is that? Sounds like—”
Being the one whose body had been taken over, Liu Yiyi instinctively wanted to trash-talk him to vent her frustration. But when she saw the synopsis he typed out with her fingers, she froze.
“A half-human, half-spirit male lead who’ll vanish if he touches a human? A childhood friend as the female lead? Hiss—”
She sucked in a sharp breath.
“Okay… that’s actually kinda interesting. But your synopsis reads like a grocery list. Did you flunk elementary school language class or something?”
From his description, Liu Yiyi could already picture a full-blown romance—one unlike anything she’d ever seen before, a love story between a human and a spirit. She had a feeling that if this were written well, the comments section would be the opposite of The Demon Lord.
But…
With his writing skills, even if the plot was good, it’d probably still read like a dry summary.
“Stop, stop, stop! Don’t write anymore! Such a great concept wasted on you!”
Huh. That sounds familiar.
Wasn’t that what a certain chocolate croissant-loving young lady had once said to him too?
So apparently, anything in my hands is a waste?
“Hehehe… this body is mine now. I’ll write whatever I want. Your readers love your prose, right? What if I publish this? Wonder what new insults they’ll come up with?”
Truthfully, Xia Xi had only planned to outline the story and let Liu Yiyi flesh it out—he knew his own writing wasn’t great.
But since she kept mocking him, he couldn’t resist teasing her back. No way was he going to slave away writing her story while taking verbal abuse for free.
“You—you—!”
Liu Yiyi was so angry she couldn’t even form words.
“Fine, I’ll cut you a deal. Call me ‘Master Chenxi’ and apologize, and I’ll write it exactly how you describe.”
“In your dreams, you toad!”
“Then I’ll just hit ‘Create New Book’~”
Xia Xi hovered his finger over the button, ready to release the title and synopsis to the world.
With Liu Yiyi’s existing reader base, it wouldn’t take more than a few minutes for someone to notice the new book.
“You—I—!”
Liu Yiyi was at war with herself.
After being bullied to the brink of suicide, she now saw a chance to redeem herself—with a story this good. She had to be the one to write it.
“Ch… Chenxi… Master… I-I was wrong…”
A voice as tiny as a mosquito’s buzzed in his mind.
Luckily, since the sound originated in his head, he could still hear it. Otherwise, it would’ve been inaudible.
With his vengeance complete, Xia Xi stopped tormenting the original owner of the body.
“Good, good. Now, let me explain the general plot…”
He dumped the entire outline of Firefly Forest—originally a manga and anime—from his memory. While he couldn’t recall every detail, the overall story was clear enough.
“Wait, why does it have to be a bad ending? What’s wrong with a sweet, happy ending?”
After hearing Xia Xi’s summary, Liu Yiyi didn’t get it. Most popular stories had happy endings—they left readers satisfied. A tragic, heartbreaking ending just felt like unnecessary suffering.
“No, no, you don’t understand. Truly great works have to have tragedy. ‘Destroying something beautiful for others to see’ is what leaves the deepest impression.”
Destroying something beautiful for others to see?
Ugh, this thousand-year-old creep actually said something so profound to describe tragedy.
In the end, Liu Yiyi gave in. If readers hated the sad ending, so be it—she was used to being hated anyway.
Besides, deep down, she did prefer tragic endings. Just like the freak said, sorrow moved people’s hearts the most…
So then! If my female lead gets possessed, but the Demon Lord still loves her unconditionally—isn’t THAT moving?!
“Fine, then write the synopsis like this…”
She had to admit, for an LV6 writer, his prose and imagination were slightly better than hers.
…Just slightly! Barely noticeable!
Title, synopsis, genre—check “Participate in the Short Story King Contest”—then click “Confirm Creation.”
And just like that, a new short story titled Firefly Forest was born.
“Let’s aim for about 20 chapters, 2,000 words each. Wrapping it up in 40,000 words should be enough.”
Since it was a short story, the plot wasn’t overly complex. The anime adaptation from his past life had only been about 45 minutes long, so 40,000 words seemed reasonable.
“[You’re lost, aren’t you? Here, hold onto this stick. I’ll lead you out.]
[Hehe… feels like a date~]
[What a lame date.]”