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In a separate time in a world that no longer exists, Luo Binghe existed as a lonely being. A man who was half demon and half human. A being able to cultivate both demonic and spiritual ways. A beast that didn’t belong in either world. A lesson that he never forgot even as thousands of years passed.
There came a time for him when everything was too much for him. He was alone for so many years without a single person or demon who accepted him or even cared enough to pretend to.
He didn’t engage in any kind of harem activities because there was no one close enough.
He was alone in his eternal solitude for hundreds of years.
And he hated it.
After millions of years of drifting in a world that didn’t belong to him, he gave up hope in ever finding a place there. He lost all desire to stay.
That’s when he decided to find a different ending. But the only way to find that new life was to make it himself in an entirely new world.
Luo Binghe charged his own body as a furnace with his soul being the fuel to make the flames consume him while. And in the inferno, he forged a group of spirits that carried pieces of him.
Catastrophe struck many years later as the last of his world burned out and the group of spirits were forced into a dimension of darkness. The spirits were the only thing lighting up the dimension with their bright blue color. In the middle, he sat alone with his white hair spilling around him and curling up into ropes of cords connected to each spirit.
His eyes barely tracked onto the screens as his old power started to reach out into the abyss of the dimension to find a way to get to the ending he wished for once upon a time.
Bingzu felt weightless without a body or full soul to tie him down. He was suspended off the ground with multiple ropes of his glowing white hair powering the spirits around him. Pixels of light flickered on and off between red and blue as they searched for a way to satisfy his last wish.
At first, it seemed like they found it in a man named Xiang Fei in the modern world who was an ordinary webnovel writer. One of the spirits had tracked down that the writer had an outline where even though a version of himself ended up alone, it was still filled with many wonderful memories of people he met along his life’s journey.
It wasn’t exactly a happy ending but it was better than the one he had lived.
But that hope didn’t last long as the writer ultimately changed the bittersweet story into an unrecognizable mess. One that had formed a separate world where a version of himself was drowning himself in pleasures of women yet never being fully satisfied.
Bingzu was saddened by it. Another version of him facing an unsatisfying life except this one had no real end in sight as more people clambered for even more women to be added.
The blue screens around him surged as they all decided to correct this mistake.
A world was created starting from the very beginning of the story that Xiang Fei made. They were hopeful that the writer would do something to better the story—but that was a false hope.
Nothing seemed to be working.
The old spirit laid down with his eyes closed, no longer bothering to see glimpses of either world as pieces of him discussed over what they should do.
That is when everything changed when one of the spirits pulled up a book review from Xiang Fei’s world. One review that led to several all made by the same person.
Something about them drew the ancestor to pay closer attention. He opened up his red eyes and watched as the blue light formed an image before him of the man who could potentially undo all that was wrong and push Luo Binghe toward a happier ending.
Shen Yuán. Also known as Peerless Cucumber. A self proclaimed anti-fan yet one that still kept coming back to read more. He was unsatisfied with the book’s level of debauchery and inconsistency much like they were.
The ancestor felt something heavy in his ancient body lift as the screen glowed brighter to show every inch of Shen Yuán’s words. Reviews that were deeply concerned with the protagonist’s fate. Insightful yet straight to the point reviews that displayed the amount of earnest love he had for the protagonist.
That is when everything changed.
Shen Yuán was chosen to change the story and to give Luo Binghe a better ending.
There was a hiccup at the beginning since he transmigrated into the role of the scum villain who was meant to abuse the protagonist. It was a little shaky at the beginning. Some systems wanted to give up on the world all together. But he persevered. And...
And Luo Binghe finally got a better ending. One where he found love in someone who would ever abandon him. One where his husband was as devoted to him as he was to them although Shen Yuán did it more silently than Luo Binghe.
It was exactly what he wanted.
...
However, things started to change afterwards.
Different worlds started to pop up with all different versions of Luo Binghe and Shen Yuán meeting and falling in love. Bingzu watched on silently, happy that versions of himself got a happy ending that he never even got to taste.
Hell, even the version of him with a huge harem got a Shen Yuán after Peerless Cucumber accidentally transmigrated into his children’s tutor.
He kept watching on as younger versions of himself found happiness and love.
One by one, the systems were sent out to help Shen Yuán get used to the world and push him towards Luo Binghe. He watched from several screens as different versions of Shen Yuán cared for Luo Binghe and guided him towards a happier life.
And Bingzu was happy. He was.
Yet... the tiniest part of his soul. A part of his spirit that kept flashing red and wrapped itself over his heart. That part is what he yearned for. He yearned to find a Shen Yuán of his own before he became this. Why had no one had reached out to him so genuinely before in his old world? Why couldn’t Shen Yuán had found him before?—
Of course. Maybe that’s how this was meant to be.
He was the creator god at this point after all. If things didn’t end up this way, no version of himself would have Shen Yuán to brighten their worlds.
But...
The tiny screen displayed an ‘ERROR’ message over and over. The beeps were almost like a solemn heartbeat in the silence of the space.
Bingzu still yearned.
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Yet in one world, a particular anti-fan would stumble upon a glitched version of the story he loved to hate on. He would read a version of Luo Binghe who ended up alone with no one at his side. The protagonist he loved that didn’t have any friendships or relationships. A version that ended up alone even after millions of years. Until the story ended with his white death with no one to mourn that soul that was lost.
Shen Yuán would deny he ever cried as he wrote the longest review he ever had at that point. Parts of his soul leaked out to paint this solemn Luo Binghe a better life through his words. Why couldn’t he have a happy ending? Why did he have to end up alone?
To hell with it! If no one was going to care for this Luo Binghe, he might as well come here!
Shen Yuán would then freeze as a bright blue screen glitched in front of him. Pixelated words forming with emoticons that shuffled from shocked to happy to sad.
System: New Activation Code: ‘To hell with it! If no one was going to care for this Luo Binghe, he might as well come here!’ System has triggered a new mission!
System: Happy Ending for Bingzu activated!
Suddenly, there was a pull that felt like the sudden screen was yanking his very soul from his body. Was he getting pulled into his computer?! What was happening?!
Before he knew it, he was floating in a world of darkness with dim blue light that lit up an almost translucent figure.
Large curls of white connected to various screens much like the one that appeared in front of him. That curly white was connected to a man whose features triggered Shen Yuán’s memories. That face! It wasn’t exactly the same. Parts of his expression looked more weathered by time yet his face was so young. That red heavenly demon Mark was matched with red marks on his cheeks that creeped up to his temples.
When those eyelids slid open to reveal bright red eyes, Shen Yuán felt his heart stop.
“Luo Binghe?”
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After so many years, Bingzu smiles. Never had he heard his name fall so gently before while Shen Yuán looked at him so tenderly yet cautiously.
Was it... finally his time?