A Million Cannon Fodder Cross the River [Quick Transmigration]

Betrayed by the person he'd loved for seven years, he wanted to part on good terms, but his lover kept forcing him to give in, eventually leaving him on the brink of death. When he woke again, he was no longer himself. In an unfamiliar place, he was playing someone else's role. Someone told him: Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. If you want to survive, save the people who were never supposed to die. Someone told him: Believe that every action has its consequences. Good and evil are always repaid, and the heavens have their way of balancing the scales. If you haven't been punished yet, your time simply hasn't come. If the heavens won't send down punishment, how about he personally brings those who have sinned the penalty they deserve? The heavens are impartial. The God of Death takes his place. The story's direction: Cannon fodder strikes back, specializing in face-slapping various cases of protagonist syndrome. [1v1, face-slapping, punishing scumbags, romance] After a thousand years, he finally saw that person again. When they met after so long, countless tangled obsessions turned into a torrent of tears. Lan Yang: Did you put eyeliner on before getting on camera? You scheming boy. Thousand-Year-Old Demon: I didn't. Lan Yang: You're crying colored tears. You clearly aren't any respectable kind of demon. Thousand-Year-Old Demon: Be reasonable! Those are two streams of blood tears I've been holding back for years! 1v1! A cannon fodder stand-in uke x an attack who is obsessed with alternate accounts [?? Currently drafting: The Villain Has Been Bound. My villain is a beautiful, crazy man. At first sight, you can't forget him; thinking of him drives you mad. "Do you like me?" "If you don't, I'll come back and ask again later." Someone quietly said: Loving you is a sickness. No medicine can cure it. [Zootopia: One Slash per Brat] One slash per brat, one slash per brat. Sugar Daddy Ani: "I'm all ready. You only wanted to pet my fur?" The attack is childish, and the uke is possessive. Please add my profile to your favorites. Theme: