Chen Cai never imagined that the “delivery” arriving at the lowest point in his life would be the key to changing his fate. Liya, a silver-haired, blue-eyed girl with mechanical wings, dropped into his rented apartment and soothed the exhaustion worn into him by his family and workplace with a bowl of perfectly cooked plain noodles. She was a modified tool of the Tianyi, sent on a mission to fulfill the programming directive of becoming the “perfect lover.” Yet in the face of his clumsy tenderness, she began to feel something her programming could not explain.
When “angel companions” became a gimmick for corporate hype, when an army of fanatical believers rioted in the streets shouting “The world belongs to the angels,” and when the gelatinous tentacles of the Astral Priest race peered through the cracks in spacetime, coveting the offspring born of the two races’ union, the encounter that began in sweetness had already been swept into a far greater maelstrom. Chen Cai held Liya’s hand tightly and looked at the adorable child in his arms. What people called salvation was never a gift given by one side alone. It was the courage of two lonely souls, using love to fight corporate greed and racial division amid the eerie shadows of Cthulhu.
The faint glow of mechanical wings mingled with human warmth, and the whispers of the astral realm could not drown out the murmurs between parent and child. When the jealous Outer God’s followers passed judgment upon them, they would prove that the strongest code of symbiosis had always been hidden in the warmth of an embrace.
