Quick Transmigration, But Not That Quick
Soul-splitting is still a powerful weapon: Fear Lord, the gong x False Little Sweetheart, Actually a God Who Can Crush Anything, the shou
Blurb:
My fear of you is the greatest lie.
Chen Xu thought of himself as a perfectly ordinary human. Then an accident restored some of his memories.
It seemed... he wasn't human?
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Oh. If I'm not, then I'm not.
Need to collect souls? I've got nothing else to do, so I might as well take a trip through some small worlds.
Then he recovered a few more memories.
It seemed he was only a fragment of some Supreme God's soul?
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The lesser gods: Put down that rocket launcher and let's talk this out, hey!
His attempt to kill the other failed, so they could only try living in peace for now.
But things started getting... weird.
Reader's guide and content warnings:
- My kind of feel-good power fantasy, with a lighthearted tone
- My writing is nothing special, so please don't scrutinize the details
- The setting is entirely fictional, and the characters' intelligence is limited by the author's
- You could call this self-attack, self-receive. If it makes you uncomfortable, please click away immediately. No bad-faith comments.
Theme: Count the encounters of this life, the laughter of a hundred years. How many times can we have them again?
