With My Ability To Swap, I Will Never End Up In A Love Triangle Mess - Chapter 16

“The author you follow has posted a new update. Please check.”

Huang Yumeng was an ordinary college girl whose biggest hobby was reading novels on her phone and occasionally posting book recommendations.

Just yesterday, the novel she had been following, The Domineering Demon Lord Falls for Me, finally came to an end.

Looking back, she had no idea how she managed to endure it—the plot was so absurd it could practically poison a person.

But she loved the author’s writing style. The way they described scenes was beautiful, almost poetic.

Right now, she was browsing for new books on the app when she suddenly received this notification.

“Let’s see which old trickster has updated~”

She tapped the notification and checked the author’s name.

Well, well… Yangliu Yiyi? Isn’t this the author of Demon Lord? They just finished it yesterday, and now they’re already posting a new book? Even workhorses aren’t this efficient!

Curious, she clicked into the author’s profile and found the newly posted novel, which had been up for less than half an hour.

“Firefly Forest? Sounds like a fantasy novel. Wasn’t this author into cultivation stories? Please don’t tell me it’s another abstract mess!”

If she weren’t just a reader—and a broke one at that—she would’ve loved to drag the author into a dark room, whip in hand, and force them to write a normal story for once.

Such beautiful prose, wasted on nonsense! What a tragedy!!!

“Huh? A half-human, half-spirit who’ll vanish if touched by a human? Now that’s an interesting premise.”

After reading the synopsis, she dove into the story.

Before she knew it, she had already devoured all 40,000 words—only to be met with three bold characters at the end: “The End.”

By then, Huang Yumeng was already in tears.

She couldn’t understand how a human and a spirit could create such a heartbreaking tale. As someone used to fluffy romances, this sudden stab of tragedy made her heart skip a beat.

She opened the comments section.

Unlike Demon Lord, this one was flooded with five-star reviews. In just an hour, there were already thousands of comments—most from readers who had migrated from Demon Lord.

“Well, well, what do we have here? A new book from the abstract author? Let me start with a one-star salute in honor of Demon Lord.

Update after reading for an hour:

Rating revised (★★★★★)

—I was wrong, Author, I was wrong! I shouldn’t have doubted your skills. This book is so sweet… so sweet it hurts. Wuwuwu~”

“I, the Divine Farmer, confirm: This book is non-toxic. Pure sugar throughout. Safe to consume.”

“You guys are evil! Luring new readers in just to slaughter them!”

“Wuwu~ Even if it means disappearing, I still want to hold you. Author, give me back my tears!!!”

In short, most were readers who had been hit hard by the emotional ending.

At first, they thought the author had finally abandoned their abstract tendencies and used their gorgeous prose to craft a sweet romance. Some even caught themselves grinning like fools.

But then—BAM!—a bloody knife straight to the heart.

Why couldn’t Yin (the male lead) just become able to touch humans in the end?! All he wanted was one real hug with the girl he loved. Was that too much to ask?!

After scrolling through the comments, Huang Yumeng wiped her tears and started typing furiously.

“Tears! My favorite author has finally grown up!

Ten years of companionship, ten seconds of embrace, a lifetime to let go… Maybe this is what they call love that can never be touched.

—A heartbroken reader who wants to mail the author a box of knives.”

Closing the comments section, Huang Yumeng, still unable to move on, decided to reread the story from the beginning.

That abrupt, tragic ending must have had foreshadowing she missed. This time, she was determined to find every hidden clue!

……

Meanwhile, in Shanghai, in Liu Yiyi’s apartment.

After publishing the story, Liu Yiyi reread the tale of a human and a spirit herself.

“How on earth does that guy’s brain work? How can he come up with something so brilliant? No matter how many times I read it, it still feels breathtaking.”

She flopped onto her soft bed, tossed her phone aside, and closed her eyes, replaying scenes of the two protagonists in her mind.

Sometimes, she felt this story wasn’t meant to be just a novel—it would work better as a manga or anime. Words alone couldn’t fully capture the intensity of that kind of love.

Buzz!!! Buzz!!! Buzz!!!

Suddenly, her phone started vibrating nonstop.

At first, it was intermittent, but soon, it became a continuous quake.

“What’s going on? Am I getting cyberbullied? Maybe I should just delete Demon Lord…”

Since the new book had only been up for an hour, she didn’t consider the possibility that it had gone viral. Instead, she assumed Demon Lord was being bombarded with hate again.

I thought it was good! Why can’t these tasteless readers appreciate it?!

Propping herself up against the pillow, she grabbed her phone and checked her notifications.

“You cowardly author! If you have the guts to stab us in the heart, then have the guts to share your address! I’m sending you a box of knives!!!”

Yup. Dozens of messages just like this—all demanding her address to mail her knives. Liu Yiyi was utterly baffled.

Did Firefly Forest really blow up this fast? It’s only been an hour!

“Hey, you pervert, wake up! Your story’s a hit!”

The first person she wanted to share the news with was the “Body-Snatching Demon King” who had taken over her body and provided the story’s concept.

“It’s a hit… a real hit… And everyone loves it…”

Liu Yiyi felt like crying.

She had spent six months writing Demon Lord, and while it was popular, it was the wrong kind of popularity. No matter when she checked the comments, all she saw were insults and criticism.

But now? Not only were there glowing reviews, but even the angry rants were secretly filled with praise.

How could she not be moved?

At this moment, she was infinitely grateful that her suicide attempt had failed. Otherwise, she would never have experienced this feeling of being truly recognized.

After some thought, she decided to add a note to the novel’s description:

“This story was conceptualized by Chenxi and written by Yangliu Yiyi. It is a collaborative work. Please take note.”

She didn’t want to take all the credit for herself.

Liu Yiyi remembered that the guy who took over her body had called himself “Chenxi.” Since it didn’t sound like a real name anyway, she might as well credit him as a co-author.

But within seconds, the responses to her announcement pissed her off.

“I knew it! No way the abstract author could come up with something like this on their own. There had to be someone else behind it. Great Liu the Demon Lord, my faith in you remains unshaken!”

What the hell is that supposed to mean?! Who do you think I am?! In your eyes, am I really just some kind of joke?!