I willingly joined a “game” hosted by a god.
The rules were simple: make it to the end, and any wish would come true.
The price was clear: betrayal, madness, or death.
On the first day, I was locked in the same stark white cell as Han Bingche, the school’s notorious “problem student.”
She was headstrong and carefree, like an unpredictable flame.
I was calm and distant, accustomed to playing the perfect “model student.”
We should have been on parallel paths.
Until desire’s dream burned her in her sleep, making her curl up unconsciously; until, on a whim, I reached out and turned a cold observation into a tentative kiss on her palm.
Something beyond the rules began to quietly take root.
Yet the god’s game was far more twisted than we could have imagined. The next moment, we had “transmigrated souls” into an ancient dynasty, as a general and a minister.
She was a defeated general sentenced to execution.
I was the newly appointed chamberlain who stood before the emperor to defend her.
I thought this was just another survival challenge, until the young emperor on the throne dismissed everyone and slowly descended the steps. In a tone I recognized from someone who had pursued me in the real world, he lifted my chin between his fingers:
“Long time no see, Luo Meng.”
Only then did I realize that far more than two people were playing this game.
The lofty “god” watched from above,
while a “companion” with murderous power already had life and death in their hands.
And beneath the rigid hierarchy and cold political maneuvering, the unspoken, unresolved feelings between Han Bingche and me had become our softest, most dangerous weakness.
