New Player, Huh? You're the Real Lord God

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Win the league, and the gods will descend to grant you one wish of your own. Put your hands together and pray. As long as your wish complies with the System's rules, it will come true.

[Return to reality]

[Gain endless wealth]

[Resurrect someone important to you who died in the past]

[Forget the most painful experience of your life]

[...]

"Time flies. The spring rains are here, and a new league is about to begin with its Support Season. We welcome all players to sign up, including all newcomers."

[Join a guild and form a team of five. Once you have left the newcomer period, you will meet the requirements to compete.]

A shower of colorful streamers fell over the promotional area in the Players' Lobby. Players stopped to watch.

"Have you heard? The guild leader kicked Changhun, a core member, out of the guild."

"Hasn't anyone tried to recruit him?"

"Who would dare? Maybe Dan An only has to beckon, and he'll go right back."

"Looking forward to Master Xi Mei!"

"Goat's fans have made an edit!"

"Wel...welcome, players, to [Wraith Game]. Enjoy the game."

[Loading instance... Load complete]

[Instance opened]

"Enjoy the game. Entertainment comes first."

The screen flashed silver-blue, displaying a bizarre and horrific game scene. Players crowded around it, marveling.

"Huh? Is this normal? Isn't this Ji-whatever a new player?"

"Where'd that talent come from?"

"What the hell? [Buy It or Else]?"

A black-haired, black-eyed man stared coolly at the newcomer, sensing something inexplicably familiar about him.

A knock came from the door. "Guild Leader, this month's team member popularity and performance data have arrived."

A rising star was appearing before the world once more. Someone watched everything from the shadows. As day and night neared their end, the old would fall and the new take its place.

[Loading instance]

[Matching players]

[Welcome to the instance "Psychiatric Hospital"]

"God grants His followers the good news! Eternal life and all things shall be mine. I lay offerings of fruit before God."

The man clasped his hands together, his expression devout, and bowed before a deity whose face could not be seen.

Buried in a coffin, dust and webs closing in, a head forced down.

First, bow to Heaven and Earth. Second, bow to the elders. Then, the couple bow to each other.

"Take them to the bridal chamber."

At the instance exit, the two stood face-to-face. The person before him had a carefree air, an arm around another player, and held out a hand to him.

"Let's shake hands."

Xie Yi took a step back. The refined, easygoing man smiled amiably and held out his hand. "Nice to meet you."

--"Preface"

[Loading instance]

[Matching players]

[Welcome to the instance "Granny Lin's Manor"]

"My child! Where are you going? Mommy's right here!"

The old woman reached forward, but there was nothing there. Her expression was full of frustration.

"Mm! Big brother, is Mom sick?"

Incense and candles on the altar, a redwood offering table, fruit offerings missing their sacrifices.

"Children's fruit and mothers' fruit, nurture and repay karma, offerings for the gods."

[Loading instance]

[Matching players]

[Welcome to the instance "The Emperor's New Clothes"]

If memories are like rotten, incomplete fruit, then every player in this game is rotten fruit without exception. All that remains is to stitch them back together.

Trees take root in forests; wastelands need people to plant saplings and make them into forests. Crops in the fields are wasteland if no farmers sow and till them. Human feelings, left without care, are like a wilderness, a pale, uncarved piece of white jade. The gods cast down uncarved white-jade creations. They are indifferent, arrogant, and lacking in empathy.

White jade, once carved and nurtured, comes to understand emotions. Years later, the person who nurtured him is nowhere to be seen. He has many friends around him. Someone gently calls him senior brother and clings to his arm, acting coy.

--Since entering Wraith Game, how many times have I lost memories, and how many stretches of them? How many people have I forgotten? Who am I, really? And who are you?

Feelings really are the most useless things. They make creations fragile, powerless, and cowardly.

Countless fragments of memory flooded his mind, memories from many years ago.

He appeared inside a temple. A god whose face could not be seen asked him, "Child, in these long and complicated years, you alone have had many chances to make wishes to the gods, yet you have never used even one."

He looked up and saw nothing but a vast emptiness. "God, I want to use three of the chances you once promised me."

Child, only three?

Yes.

First wish: Let him return to life, escape his predicament, and go back to reality.

Second wish: Let him forget everything, including me.

Third wish: Delete all data and save files, erase every player's memories, including mine.

[Please enter his player number]

[0343]

[Clearing all saved data for player 0243 Ji Xu, System number ...]

[...]

[Clearance successful]

From then on, he was free of his past, escaped his predicament, and you shut yourself away in a cage of your own making, grieving over love.

For years, he endured hardship, meeting a steadfast face, knowing nothing of love.

A nonhuman, childish, hypocritical god, the seme who's most sensitive to romantic rivals x A beautiful, strong, tragic man who loves keeping a harem, a little crazy, hypocritical all his life, and full of secret identities, the uke

[[Reading Guide]]

※ Some settings are simply the author's personal preferences. If they bother you, don't read.

※ There are no real-life inspirations, and the setting is entirely fictional. Please don't read it as a reflection of reality.

※ In the System's backend records, the uke is naturally a bundle of contradictions. He's something of a heartthrob. Later on, some demon kings will protect him, but he's powerful in his own right. Because of what he's been through, he instinctively shields the people around him.

※ Ji Xu and Xie Yi are one-on-one, and they are each other's one and only, bound together for good. Their road to love is difficult and complicated. Both the seme and the uke have secret identities.

※ Ji Xu has always been unlucky.

※ Sometimes the author has a bit of a King Yama summoning-the-dead vibe.

※ The author's updates are very slow.

Theme: Stay true to yourself, and live well even in desperate circumstances.