Major revision. See Chapter One for details.
[Slight harem feel + possessive love + wickedly beautiful villainous bottom]
Wen Fuche, lord of the Seventh Layer of the City of Desire and god of lies.
His greatest talent in life is lying. Everyone with a mind across the Myriad Worlds has been fooled by him. Perhaps he went too far, because even Heaven couldn't stand to watch, and struck him dead with a bolt of lightning.
Fortunately, there's always a way out. Wen Fuche died, but not completely. He was bound to a no-frills System.
The System claimed it would take him around to save all the hapless cannon fodder characters.
Wen Fuche: ?
After the System wore him down with endless coaxing, Wen Fuche agreed. He'd spent so many years back home without ever going out to explore, so he might as well take this chance to have some fun.
An old-fashioned fossil (a beautiful lunatic) enters each small world to save its cannon fodder. His approach:
Warm and courteous to everyone (but only the little cannon fodder he's saving), brutally violent, using his fists instead of his brain. You slap me once, I'll wipe out your whole family. Hold back for a moment and the waves will surge; take one step back and the world will explode.
He's good at lying, but he never lies to people who don't matter.
He plays the patron saint of the cannon fodder in each small world, ripping people apart (literally) with great enthusiasm, until he suddenly realizes something is off.
“Why did that thing called ‘Reality’ come along too?!”
Wen Fuche, unaware that his archenemy has arrived: Smashes people in broad daylight.
Wen Fuche, after realizing his archenemy is here: Gets even more brazen and goes right on smashing people.
We were born into this world together, the closest of companions and enemies. No one can ever separate us.
Good looking 🍉