[I really can't write plot-driven stories. What I've written looks like a complete mess at the moment, so I don't recommend reading it.]
In the year 20x0, the human race on Earth underwent mutation.
Everyone gained a special ability, some strong, some weak, some helpful, some harmful.
The dark side of human nature was laid bare, and the entire world fell into chaos like the apocalypse.
When Song Mi woke up, he saw Gu Xun, across from him in the dorm room, playing with a ball of raincloud.
"Whoa, what kind of high-tech gadget is that?" Song Mi exclaimed.
Gu Xun moved a finger, and a streak of white light struck Song Yanmi's arm.
"Damn it! You shocked me!" Song Mi wailed, clutching his numb arm.
"I can control rainclouds and lightning," Gu Xun said coolly. "What about you?"
Song Mi fell silent for a moment, then realized that nothing about him had changed.
"You've got to be kidding me!" he howled at the sky.
Later, while fleeing for his life, Song Mi accidentally fell from the third floor. At the moment between life and death, he unexpectedly discovered that he could control his own body weight.
But...
"What the hell is this ability even good for!" Song Mi cried, clutching his head.
Later, as light as a feather, Song Mi strode through the endless drizzle, his blade wrapped in wind and lightning. He could take on ten opponents at once and was unstoppable.
The young man, soaked to the skin, carried a long blade and wiped his nose with his thumb, looking pleased with himself. "I can still fight."
Behind him, Gu Xun wordlessly sent a warm breeze his way. "Dry your hair, or you'll catch a cold."
A little extra:
Gu Xun is Song Mi's portable air conditioner and heater.
In summer, he blows away the heat. In winter, he warms Song Mi's icy little feet.
Song Mi thought Gu Xun was so good to him that he took his hand and bowed three times, loudly knocking his head against the ground before heaven and earth.
"From now on, we're brothers, born to different parents!"
Gu Xun paused, then turned and walked away.
As a bonus, he made it rain over Song Mi's head for a whole month.
One day later, under a clear sky, Song Mi praised the pretty little flowers by the roadside.
Gu Xun secretly used the wind to pluck one and let it fall onto the long blade Song Mi was carrying on his back.
"I saw that," Song Mi said, walking as usual without looking back. "Once you've given me a flower, the next step is to confess."
1. Anyone who bullies my wife has to die (gong) x How the hell am I this awesome? (shou)
2. Apocalypse setting, two overpowered guys team up to fight supernatural mysteries and fall in love
3. 1v1, happy ending, a secret crush turns into an open romance, sweet relationship
Content warning: The shou has trouble accepting the sudden apocalypse at first. The first nine chapters focus on adapting to the world's upheaval and growing stronger, so don't expect the protagonist to use his golden finger to slaughter his way through everything from the very first chapter.
You don't need to tell me if you're dropping the story. I don't accept writing advice. The author is extremely sensitive and fiercely protective of my characters, so don't say anything bad about the kids I've written.
Theme: Contribute one's strength toward creating a better Earth together.
It's really painful to watch… This book was good at the beginning, but it got worse and worse. The content went off the rails and was difficult to cohere from top to bottom. From the perspective of character design, the attack is complete from beginning to end. And after Shou has experienced so much, he still hasn't made any progress. From the great holy father to the holy father, I am really shocked that he can still sympathize with this Qin Mo in the end. After reading this mother, I realized that it is indeed the power of blood. This mother is more than just the Virgin. Even the Virgin cannot describe her radiance. I kept thinking when I read the second half of the article, is this really a mother? Isn't it because she can't have her own child in her life that she sees a person who rushes to become a mother no matter how bad the child is? Are you crazy to have children? Has she ever considered her biological son and husband at all? And the relationship between the pair of BG sub-CPs is too sudden. The second they met, they were deeply in love. What's the serious problem with this? My obsessive-compulsive disorder made me read the entire article, and I really regretted it, especially the second half. I hope the author can stabilize his writing style. The first part was obviously very good. I really don't understand why it ended like this.
I still hope Qin is not dead. . . I hate this guy so much. . . He is not a big boss, but he does cause the protagonist group to die again and again. . . I don't think he is pitiful at all, so what if he is being used? Liang Xu is dead!
I haven't read such a terrible article in eight hundred years. I really have nothing to say about this mother. Isn't her brain clear? The Holy Mother is not so holy, right? Really wake her up.
Maybe I'm too cruel. I still hope that Qin Mo can die. I really hate him. His own experience is not the reason for him to hurt people. You have to pay a price for hurting people, especially killing people. Even if you are being used, you still want to monopolize others and let others die. Such a person will be harmful even if he is released into normal society.
Fortunately, I gave up early and didn't get scammed?
... I really can't describe Qin Wei. He really makes it impossible to defend him.
?? Die quickly, die quickly. We can't keep this thing, we must get rid of it! WOC is so angry. What kind of people are they? I understand, except for Song Mi and his group, no one else can believe it!
I finished watching it... But why do I feel so dizzy after watching it? I feel that the plot behind it is a bit out of line, and some settings feel far from complete. I always feel like something is missing.
The author promised before that he would torture Liang Xu physically and mentally, so this is a direct torture of a person?
I didn't watch enough. The ending was so fast that I felt dizzy.