The Mermaid the Evil God Picked Up Is a Dragon

[Shameless, scheming deity gong x hot-tempered, beauty-loving, pampered little golden dragon shou] The Special Abilities Management Bureau seizes a batch of illegally sold merfolk. Merfolk are precious: ability users need them to cleanse the negative energy in their bodies, or their abilities will turn against them. One merfolk is labeled a “defective,” supposedly because its tail is too thin, has grown fur, and has a split fin, not to mention its unstable mental state. Merfolk are precious, so even a defective one should be put to good use. So this “defective” is sent to the strangest ability user in the bureau, Sheng Zhi. Sheng Zhi is stunningly beautiful, but his ability ranks E, making him practically useless. Yet no merfolk can cleanse the negative energy on him; in fact, they’re terrified of him. With his odd personality and habit of defying convention, he’s a singular oddball in the bureau. A “defective” meets an “oddball.” This is truly a case of fighting poison with poison. Everyone assumes that the merfolk defective will soon be contaminated by Sheng Zhi’s negative energy and sent back. But who could have guessed that the two would get along so well? “Defective merfolk” Xie Chen swishes his dragon tail in the water and snaps, “Don’t make me enter some merfolk competition. I’m a dragon, a dragon!” “Oddball” Sheng Zhi uses his S-rank ability to fix a broken alarm clock and says casually, “Little fish, there’s prize money in the competition. You can buy gems with it.” The little golden dragon, who loves treasure, hesitates for a second. “Well... I suppose I could.” Later, everyone discovers that “defective” Xie Chen can easily cleanse S-rank pollutants, while “oddball” Sheng Zhi can make the sacred World Tree afraid of him. Only then do they realize that something seems a little off... Next book up for pre-order: “This Reaper Is So Sensitive” The empire faces the great trial foretold by the priests. The Reaper descends, and all living things suffer. Everyone braces themselves, wondering how they might survive the Reaper. Plan A: Assassinate the Reaper. Take him out. Plan B: Make a deal with the Reaper, sacrificing the neighboring country. Plan C: Drive the Reaper away. It might be a little easier than Plan A. At last, the Reaper arrives. A beautiful young boy, so lovely he makes your heart skip a beat, wears a gloomy black robe and carries a huge scythe completely out of proportion to his size. His innocent eyes glisten as he blinks. The Reaper asks, looking utterly aggrieved, “This scythe is so heavy. I’m hungry. Do you have anything tasty?” ...? This Reaper is kind of cute. Not sure yet. Let’s wait and see. The royal family and the church watch the Reaper happily play with cats and dogs every day, and use his scythe to help farmers cut chives. Someone raises an objection. Isn’t he an impostor, just here to mooch food and drink? How does he look anything like a Reaper? When someone scolds him, the Reaper trembles, then can’t hold back. His mouth quivers, and tears patter down. Everyone’s heart melts. Who cares if he’s really the Reaper? What’s wrong with giving him something to eat and drink?! Then, the next second, someone’s heart really does melt. In the literal sense. Everyone looks at the protester who has suddenly dropped dead. After a few seconds of silence, they rush over to comfort him, no, comfort the Reaper. Damn, so these days the Reaper doesn’t harvest lives with his scythe, but with his tears. Hell! So, Plan D: Make the Reaper happy. Whatever you do, don’t let him cry. Everyone agrees that the most important part of carrying out this plan is keeping the vicious Riley away from the little Reaper. After all, Riley’s mood is unpredictable and he’s ruthless. They suspect his reaction to the little Reaper would be, “Hahahaha, cry! Cry louder! Let more people die!” The thought is so horrifying that everyone shudders. But no one expects to see Riley gently coaxing the little Reaper not to cry, trying to cheer him up. Everyone is deeply moved: The vicious Riley is swallowing his pride and lowering himself for someone else’s sake, putting himself at their mercy (?). Honestly, they could cry. But what the vicious Riley actually whispers in the little Reaper’s ear is, “Tell me who you want dead, and I’ll kill them for you. Don’t cry, sweetheart.” He doesn’t care about death. He only cares that the little Reaper feels hurt. Theme: True love knows no boundaries of identity or gender