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Luo Binghe is a bastard.
Loved by many, feared by many, but still a bastard nonetheless.
Powerful, beautiful, shining brightly likes a sun, yet there is nothing inside.
How ironic it is, that he becomes the very thing he killed in the end.
He becomes nothing but a pitiful being, a being no longer capable of loving.
Then by chance, this pitiful individual saw a glimpse of a thing he will never be able to archive.
He wonders, he cries out, questioning fate itself: ” Why is it him but not me? ”
The absolute being of this world, so powerful, yet so fragile.
A being thought it was perfect but only to be left with a hollow self.
A being thought it was anything but the same wounded child.
In the end, both returned to nothingness.
And all that is left is a forgotten tale.
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Shen Yuan is your typical average man, or perhaps not really that typical. He is a man that you will pass by in the street and don't even notice but with just a little twist. Our beloved protagonist seems to only be a tiny bit obsessed with a so-called harem web novel Proud Immortal Demon Way. It’s not like he reads every single chapter to the point that he memorizes every event of the story. Nor did he buy a whole bunch of posters and merch of the main character of the web-novel: Luo Binghe. Yes, definitely not at all.
Like everyone on this planet, there are good days and bad days for Shen Yuan. Today is a day that is totally going to end up in the bad category. Even though he has prepared everything in advance, the traffic fucked up all his plans. So Shen Yuan can only watch as the new poster of Proud Immortal Demon Way sold out. He actually has no problems with occasionally not buying a merch or two, but this is a limited edition version that Shen Yuan himself has been looking forward to for a long time. Heck, Shen Yuan even left out a special fund of his savings money just for this.
“How the fuck can a day be so shitty???” Shen Yuan curses out loudly, then immediately continues: “First I got to work late, trip in the hallway, and then the damn poster out of anything is sold out. Now what, fucking raining?” As soon as he finishes, a bright lighting strike cuts the city’s sky in half, followed by a thunderous sound. Shen Yuan jumps in terror that soon turns into pure shock as the rain pours down hard: “Oh come on man, I just suggested it…”
Signing in defeat, Shen Yuan opens his umbrella and accepts the fate of being wet like a drenched rat with open arms. But Shen Yuan forgets to consider one thing before he goes home: the wind. At first, there was only rain but after 2 minutes the poor umbrella gave up its life and returned to mother nature as Shen Yuan watched in horror. Then as an attempt to catch his 5 dollars back, Shen Yuan in his glory history once again trips. The difference is this time, Shen Yuan’s dignity along with his pride went down with the fall.
But to his surprise, there was no broken nose or bloody mess (perhaps broken dignity too). The surface was actually quite soft compared to what he had imagined.”...Huh? What is this?” He asked as his vision started to come back. And after that, after that is the sound of Shen Yuan’s dignity breaking into pieces as he looks at the man in front of him. The rain keeps falling down across the man's face, the raindrops gently embrace his skin, making it as if the man himself was crafted by god.
“...Holy fuck.” is all that our poor Shen Yuan could let out. Because just by a glance, he knows, Shen Yuan knows this beautiful man right here is gonna be the death of him.