Don't read if you can't handle a story going off the rails
[Top x Bottom + 1v1, Two Powerful and Unhinged Leads + Dual Systems + Both Pure + Reborn and Transmigrated into a Book + Constant Clashes + Ensemble Cast + Sweet and Angsty + Character Growth + Contrast + Shared Pain + Happy Ending]
Cool, sickly, obsessive beauty top (Shen Yanhan) X Arrogant, crazed bottom (Xie Zhuochuan)
[System 077: Warning! Host, you just transmigrated into this book and you're already whipping Shen Yanhan? He's the unhinged villain who'll have your whole family executed!]
Xie Zhuochuan grips the Red Shadow Whip and watches blood seep from an old scar on the white-robed man's neck. The beauty mark beneath his left eye burns like fire. “Three hundred lives at Luoxia Cove. Will you repay them or not?”
[System 999: Host self-harm detected. He shot your shoulder blade, so you broke your own left arm?]
Shen Yanhan lowers his eyes and brushes the broken stump. The beauty mark beneath his right eye glows with a bloody light.
When their pain becomes one, he laughs softly. “I'll bear your pain for you.”
From being bound in the red maple forest to kneeling in blood on the long steps, from him going mad in red robes and destroying himself to Xie Zhuochuan biting his collarbone and screaming, “Don't you dare die!”
[System 077: What the hell! Host, why are you biting his Adam's apple? The script says to kill the villain!]
[System 999: Heh. Your Host burned the mission panel ages ago.]
As the Frostbound and Sunfire spiritual meridians intertwine into a totem, Xie Zhuochuan licks the blood from the corner of his lips. “Shen Yanhan, your life belongs to me.”
Shen Yanhan grips his wrist, where icy patterns spread.
“Your madness too.”
A wolf demon bites through the valley master's collarbone. A spy's dagger is engraved with the names of every elder. Madmen have always loved with blood and blades.
The dual Systems shriek: [Extremely graphic content ahead. Automatically censored.]
From stabbing one another in the back to intertwining their spiritual meridians, the fate of these madmen is to carve each other's names into their very bones and blood.
