The Worldline Convergence Tea Party

Upright, meticulous, and old-fashioned shou / gloomy, masochistic ghost gong

2025.11.2

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Shen Baijun spent nearly a century turning a chaotic world into an orderly one.

Just as he stood atop a signal tower, admiring the brightly lit city skyline, he was suddenly transported to a completely unfamiliar place.

A huge, gorgeous table, laid with delicate desserts and coffee with milk.

Shen Baijun: ?

At first, he was the only one there.

Then, little by little, guests began to arrive...?

I understand the situation, but why do all these people have the same face as me?!

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Shen Baijun, with the title [Tyrant] above his head, examined a porcelain cup, his eyes full of teasing amusement;

Shen Baijun [the Traitor] whispered with Shen Baijun [the Thief];

[The Poet] plucked the strings and sang softly;

[The Mage] lifted a finger, and countless gingerbread men began to dance in circles on the table;

[The Lover] was red-eyed, his gaze full of sorrowful reproach.

Shen Baijun's pupils shook with shock. He propped himself up, ready to slip away.

"Running away?"

"Shen Baijun," whose title was a string of garbled characters, gripped him by the waist. His breath brushed the side of Shen Baijun's neck, and his lips moved as he whispered.

"Did you never think of saving your own world?"

"Or saving me, saving yourself."

Shen Baijun: "..."

I understand the situation, but can he put his pants on first?

Why don't I remember having this kind of habit?

[The rules of the tea party are simple: kill the one you hate, and take away the one you love.]

[Fate thereby avoids its end.]

#I want to slap him, but I'm afraid he'll lick his way up to me#

#Narcissistic romance#

#Self-pairing#

Theme: Never forget yourself.