I Was Supposed to Be the Antidote, but My Younger, Unhinged Lover Wants to Take My Place

Yan Hansheng is the Godly Bulwark of the Global Anomaly Control Bureau. He always keeps the collar of his black trench coat fastened, wears insulating gloves, and is cold, selfless, and so powerful it's suffocating.

No one knows that after years of suppressing the Abyss, the mental domain of this supreme commander has long been in ruins and is on the verge of losing control.

To survive, he must find a high-level Esper with a 100% genetic match and undergo deep "mental soothing."

As soon as news of the senior leadership's selection process got out, the human weapon who had been exiled and fought his way through half a dead zone kicked open the door to the main conference room.

He Jun stepped over the wreckage, dropped to one knee in front of Yan Hansheng's wheelchair, and wiped the blood from his cheek, like a wolf begging for a reward.

"Commander, my match is 100%. Use me."

Yan Hansheng thought he was simply using a reliable weapon, treating He Jun as a "living antidote" to ease his pain.

That was until a near-fatal mission, when the usually obedient young man clamped a hand around his wrist, pulled off the black glove he always wore, and kissed the scars on his knuckles.

"Commander, every time we suppress contamination, I do my duty." He Jun's eyes were filled with greed and obsession. "But to you, am I really just medicine?"