[Updates daily at 20:00. I'll post a notice if anything comes up.]
Xin Nian was born a slave in the Silver Palace.
As an insignificant nobody, he has no great ambitions. His biggest wish in life is to work quietly as an archivist, save a little money, move into a room of his own, and buy an apple now and then.
And above all, never attract the attention of anyone important.
Ansigar was born a demigod in the Silver Palace.
As someone important, destined to save the world, he can hear the clamor of all living beings. Their prayers, desires, love, hatred... The voices of billions pour into his mind day and night, driving him to unbearable agony and the brink of madness.
For many years, he has wavered between destroying himself and destroying the world.
Until one day, in the flower gallery of the Silver Palace, Ansigar happens upon a servant with his head bowed, picking up flowers.
Every voice vanishes, and for the first time, his world is quiet.
Beneath the shadow looming over him, Xin Nian looks up in confusion and sees the expression with which Ansigar gazes at him.
Twisted, feverish, greedy, disbelieving... Nothing like the gentle, magnanimous, compassionate demigod of the rumors.
His world, too, falls silent.
Xin Nian's mind goes blank, leaving him with just one thought.
Uh, I think I'm doomed.
Reader's Guide: 1. A gravity-powered yandere demigod × a socially anxious man who wants to be invisible.
The Top is one hundred percent a gravity-type man: emotionally intense, poorly socialized, and a born tormentor.
2. But the Top won't cause the Bottom any physical harm. If anything goes wrong, he'll torment himself first.
3. The Bottom grows over the course of the story.
4. That's all the spoilers for now! I'll add more if I think of anything. In short, it's a game of cat and mouse between a social-phobic man and a yandere, written purely to scratch an itch.
Theme: Love transcends everything.
Xin Nian is so cute [covering face and peeking] If you mess with me, you're like messing with Little Cotton.
People must occupy the cat's personal space [touch head] [touch head] Isn't it normal for posts to be rejected?
It's so nice to resume the days of chasing updates.
⊙O⊙Gong is a little pitiful [holding his chin], but so is Nian Baobao
I can't tell who is more sad for a moment [biting handkerchief] [biting handkerchief] [biting handkerchief]
This familiar little theater is really the cutest thing in the world...
I like it so much, I like it, it tastes right, [poor] [poor] [poor] [chicken leg] [chicken leg] [chicken leg] Add chicken drumsticks to my wife, madam, don't be so tired that you don't even rest [star eyes]
Such smooth writing and such a comfortable reading experience [Rainbow Fart] Sure enough, my wife and I can always pee into a pot
Magnificent gods... To be honest, even though they have a background, they inexplicably look at them as the world of gods and humans hahhh
Xin Nian is so cute [covering face and peeking] If you mess with me, you're like messing with Little Cotton.
People must occupy the cat's personal space [touch head] [touch head] Isn't it normal for posts to be rejected?
It's so nice to resume the days of chasing updates.
⊙O⊙Gong is a little pitiful [holding his chin], but so is Nian Baobao I can't tell who is more sad for a moment [biting handkerchief] [biting handkerchief] [biting handkerchief]
This familiar little theater is really the cutest thing in the world...
I like it so much, I like it, it tastes right, [poor] [poor] [poor] [chicken leg] [chicken leg] [chicken leg] Add chicken drumsticks to my wife, madam, don't be so tired that you don't even rest [star eyes]
Such smooth writing and such a comfortable reading experience [Rainbow Fart] Sure enough, my wife and I can always pee into a pot
Magnificent gods... To be honest, even though they have a background, they inexplicably look at them as the world of gods and humans hahhh
Zuhua Little Theater is so cute [Please]
And my favorite little theater [please please]