[Homelander!!! Lone wolf + no saintly do-gooding + flexible morals + neurotic + talks to himself + king of dirty jokes]
At two thirty in the morning, amid the roar of a concrete pump truck, Li Xiang collapsed onto half-dried concrete.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become a novelist in a parallel-world Blue Star, someone who had died suddenly from writing late into the night.
Two entirely different sets of memories collided in his mind with a thunderous crash.
A blood-red countdown appeared before his eyes:
[Time until the doomsday game arrives: 14 days, 14 hours, 59 minutes, 59 seconds]
Feeling the years of grime on the keyboard, Li Xiang's lips slowly curled upward, his grin widening into a manic smile.
“Heh heh heh heh heh! I don't know why I ended up here or why I know about the doomsday game in advance, but that doesn't matter anymore.”
“What matters is that starting today, I'm getting a foot massage, a head massage, and a perm every day! And no beef!”
Makes people feel good.