Two Souls in One Body: Narcissus Romance, Coming Soon

Two souls in one body. You are within me, and I am you.

Even if everyone else abandons you, hates you, and looks down on you, I never will.

The bottom is a great beauty, so everyone he meets has smiled at him since he was little, and he has always been generous in showing everyone his greatest kindness.

That is, until his fiance publicly sneers that he's just a pretty face with no brains, a useless beauty, while his father scolds him for having no power and only being good for sleeping with people, yet not even being able to keep a man. His older brother wants to give him to their master as a plaything and captive lover.

The bottom was nothing but a tool. He could help everyone else achieve their aims, but he was never allowed to be himself.

His fiance found a new lover, someone of noble status, so people kidnapped the bottom and planned to violate him to please his rival.

He had been deliberately raised to be useless from childhood. Unable to fight back, he could only take the beating in a daze before they began stripping off his clothes.

As his garments fell away one by one and several ugly bodies were about to press down on him, a cold voice sounded in his mind: "Get up."

The bottom killed them.

Or rather, another person inside his body took control and killed them.

Afterward, that person called himself the System and began assigning the bottom tasks.

At a glance, the bottom saw a life he'd never dared to imagine before.

A life lived for himself.

The top can barely remember his past anymore. After all, he'd killed everyone, and though the road here was lined with thorns, at least he'd made it through.

Six hundred years later, the top had become the feared Demon Lord of this world. He was like a killing machine without any feelings, and nothing in the world could stir even the slightest emotion in him.

He killed good people and bad people alike.

Cultivators could live forever but could not ascend. A person lived only once, so he might as well do whatever pleased him.

And yet, in the middle of the night, he would sometimes think of a parasol tree from six hundred years ago.

He had buried a jar of wine beneath it, but it was a pity he would never get the chance to drink it.

But when he opened his eyes again, he saw a scene that was both unfamiliar and familiar, along with a young face exactly like his own.

Heaven had given him a script, but he threw it aside and coldly told the bewildered face, "Get up. Kill them."

I love myself, I hate myself, I pity myself, I grieve for myself.

But no matter what, I want the best for myself more than anyone else does.

The top lives by the principle that the bottom deserves only the best, so when the bottom's soul grew red-hot, the top pressed his own soul against it.

Their souls fused again and again, extreme cold and heat tangling endlessly. At the peak, they softly called each other's names.

In the same voice, with the same sound.

A story idea. Blurb subject to revision.

Theme: Everyone should love themselves well.