“No System, no rebirth. Just a god nearly worn to death and a group of mortals who don't want to be saved.”
“Slow burn, fate, and a warning that everyone gets a tragic ending. If you don't mind crying, come on in.”
This is not a power fantasy.
Love, love! Love?
My name is Zhao Xun. I'm a messenger deep in the forest.
A sudden curse has made An and me begin to turn pale and wither away.
To stay alive, I ventured into a forbidden land and plucked the blood-red fruit from an ancient tree.
But there, I met a mysterious girl standing at the treetop.
She wore a red eyepatch. Her right eye could glow. Smiling, she said to me:
“Boy, your eyes look delicious.”
Only then did I learn that, since birth, I had been hiding a secret even from myself.
One eye gray and white, the other emerald green.
Those were the colors of someone watched by a god.
One tree bears one fruit, withers every seven days.
This time, I want to protect more than just my own life.
