After the Tragic Yet Powerful General Nurtured an Evil God

Three hundred years ago, a cosmic tide of annihilation swept toward Earth.

A small number of people awakened as “Ascendants,” while humans contaminated by it became “Degenerates,” doomed to fall ill and die young.

Shu Ciyan, the youngest senior commander in the Alliance, is seen by all as a perfect being: stunningly beautiful, explosively powerful, and without a single flaw.

The common people and the Degenerates pin their hopes on him, calling him the spark of a new world.

The ruling class, meanwhile, sees him as a thorn in its side and wants him dead.

But no one knows that every time he uses his supernatural powers, the changes in his body worsen.

Heart spasms, uncontrollable crying, catatonia, coughing blood, convulsions, and limbs transforming.

His physical indicators are also growing weaker by the day.

He knows all too well what this means.

At last, one day, Shu Ciyan falls into a desperate trap carefully laid by others.

His illness strikes, and countless silver feathers emerge from his wrist bones and chest.

Before he can reach the resistance drug, his vision goes black and he collapses heavily. Warm blood quickly spreads everywhere.

The next moment,

Shu Ciyan feels himself being lifted. A cold, slick sensation winds around his ankle.

Then his lower back, his arm.

At last it stops at the hideous wound and begins to lick greedily, excitedly.

So...

the creature he had been “raising” has secretly followed him here too.

The syringe beside him is soon snatched away, its needle piercing the skin of his neck.

Under the swaying moonlight, the twisted shadow has nowhere to hide.

It brushes against the flushed corner of his eye,

until it wraps his slender body tightly.

Amid hurried gasps, he seems to hear a soft laugh by his ear.

Hard to make out, yet strangely bewitching, with a vicious edge as if through clenched teeth:

[Look, I told you long ago]

[We are entangled with and sustain each other. Even in death, I will always arrive before it does, so stop believing those foolish temptations]

[You have nowhere left to run]

As for the villains who came full of confidence to collect Shu Ciyan's corpse,

now they can only be strung up in neat rows and wrapped like dumplings, waiting to collect their own corpses.

#Wait, hello? Is anyone going to speak up for us?

#How is the evil god who wants to destroy the world such a lovesick fool?

#What, are you unhappy?

#If you're unhappy, keep it to yourself.

#After all, a devoted husband like me doesn't want to reason with you.

· A beautiful, powerful, tragic-looking recipient who seems cold but is actually delicate and tender x a seemingly sunny but actually inhuman, possessive evil god as the pursuer

· Blurb finalized on 2025.9.9. The previous story listed for advance reservations was The Record of a Heartthrob's Revenge Against Scumbags, posted on 2020.1.1. The premise has been changed QwQ

Theme: No matter how difficult your circumstances are, never give up hope. Stay true to your convictions and strive forward, and you can carve out a place of your own in the world.