I once thought I held a script for redemption.
I traveled through time and became the notorious Poison Immortal in the fantasy world. The system told me that only by making Demon Lord Chen Han fall in love with me and then killing him personally can I correct my fate of annihilation and return to my world.
I did. On the night when he devoted everything to me and gave me his sincerity and wedding gift, I sent the poison-quenched silver needle into his heart. But when he was about to die, he looked at me in his eyes. There was no hatred, only a gentle clarity: "In this way... You can go home, right?"
At that moment, the wall I built about my heart collapsed. I hugged his increasingly cold body and begged the system with tears in my eyes: Let me go back and save him!
The system agreed, but at a price - back to the beginning, when he hated me the most.
This time, it's me who loves him. I took off my disguise and used the wisdom of a modern pharmacist and the inheritance of the ancient medicine gods to accompany him through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, healed his scarred companions, and melted the ice in his eyes through life and death. We fell in love again, more than ever. Friends send their sincere blessings as if the suffering will eventually end.
Until the wedding day, the red candles were burning high, and the five "artifacts" we had found through life and death automatically returned to their positions, forming a formation that would destroy the world.
The world, which had been silent all this time, finally took off the disguise of the "system" and revealed its cold true face:
"Welcome home, the god of medicine, Deergen." "And you, Shen Han, have never been from this world." "Your soul was 'borrowed' by me from another perfect world." "Your meeting, love, and even every heartbeat and pain are all programs written by me to 'anchor' his destiny here forever."
It turns out that what I thought was time travel was returning home. What I thought was rescue was kidnapping. What I thought was deep love was the perfect chain to imprison him.
It gave me two choices: 1. Complete the ritual and share the eternal divine status with him, and his life in reality will completely disappear. 2. Return him intact, the price is - he will forget me forever, forget this grand lie, return to his original bright life, marry a wife and have children, and live in peace.
I once traveled through life and death for him, and changed his fate against the will of heaven. And this time, how should I choose?
To hold his hand and go to this altar built of lies together? Or should I let go and return him to the vast sea of people, leaving me alone in this false world, a lonely god?
Concept: On the surface it is "Chasing the Crematorium of the Husband" and "System Tasks", while at the core it is the top BE aesthetics of "I personally send the one I love to the altar of destiny". When love starts from the first lie, do you still have the courage to write the last truth for it?