(Warning: Not a power fantasy + slow burn)
For nine hundred years, the whole world has been dancing on the grave of the “Tyrant” Di Qing.
Then one day, a mysterious sinkhole appears at an amusement park, and the security cameras catch the culprit:
A man in a bear mascot suit selling balloons squats beside the hole, sipping milk tea. “Repairs cost 580. Haggling welcome, but the best I can do is one percent off.”
The unlucky couple forced to pay: “Your Majesty, the Tyrant... why are you taking side jobs?”
Di Qing pulls out his receipt book. “The dynasty went under, so I had to find a new job. Cut me some slack. Exorcisms are half price for your second visit, and membership comes with vouchers.”
Then one day, a flower that reveals the past exposes an unbelievable truth:
The truth behind “executing loyal ministers without cause”: he helped them forge resignation papers and gave them complete fake-death packages!
And the truth behind “cruelly oppressing the people and ruling with wanton brutality”: there was more to it than met the eye?!
His former subordinates are now scattered across the world, every one of them eager to settle the score.
Di Qing spends the night revising his resume: “Special skill: taking the blame. Desired position: taking even bigger blame.”
But he never expected that nine hundred years later, the very subordinates who had risen through the ranks thanks to his “mistreatment” would be scouring the world for him, armed with forty-meter-long cleavers.
[Note: This story is told differently from most others: it opens with a flashback and is divided into three volumes. Volume One, Present Day: daily life nine hundred years later, after the great war. Volume Two, The Past: old memories and the events leading up to the war. Volume Three, Present Day, Part Two: the story continues from where Volume One left off. To follow the flashback in order, read the volumes as listed. To start from the true beginning, the recommended reading order is Two, One, Three.]
I should love my own child. I've been writing for so long, but I don't have many book reviews, so I'll just have to make up the numbers myself.
I watched it again, and I still can't accept Akabane's death. He really made me cry so much, I turned into a little bunny, sob sob sob 😢😢😢😢