The Age of Utter Misery

A CEO, an emperor, and knife-cut noodles that you can't eat. A tiny figure, a cold and stern face, a countenance like a heavenly god's. A good man must defy heaven and kill his way through, leaving bloody footprints like those of a miscarriage as he smiles like a demon and says, "No one can stop me. I want you to belong to me alone!" [Yes, please read it exactly like that.] Girls have the right to dream, just as boys have the right to dream of a whole bunch of girls. Before you meet, none of you should meddle in anyone else's business. And the beautiful Liu Cuicui has... the right to believe she is a girl. Facing Hu Xiaobai, who was taking notes in her interview notebook, the great fox who held power over life and death laughed as she hugged fried chicken and a romance novel. "I love all those lavish, utterly unrealistic plot twists. For instance, I want to change my name to Liu Rushuang and remain invincible even in FQY, reigning as the only prince's favorite for centuries." "...Huh?" Xiaobai froze, and so did the cowlick on her head. She had always thought FQY was the story of Dugu Jiujian and Feng Qingyang. Liu Cuicui smiled and continued: "Only with true love would I be willing to share an ordinary life with him." [According to descendants who have yet to evolve: This story is the ultimate lament of the wretched, an unmetered tale of smoldering angst.] [According to statistics from the highest-level research institution in the future: Those obsessed with angst, those obsessed with fighting angst, and the descendants of beastfolk each control a third of the world.] And now, a series promotion: The green mountain never grows old, its head turned white by snow... The green waters lie still, their surface furrowed by the wind... "The Great Age of Angst" The author of Little Vacuum has lain flat and is begging to be adopted. Hu Xiaobai can eat meals, snacks, and even freeload off the rich. Truly an all-around talent. This all-around talent won't provide a direct portal, so please find your own way with the mouse. Premise: