Jiang Hun has a peculiar constitution. Every single item on his diet could cause widespread panic if taken on its own, while ordinary food is about as good for him as poisonous pig feed.
Nobody knows that this frail, useless guy, who gets out of breath after just a few steps and relies on his looks to cozy up to powerful people and clear dungeons, isn't trying to play the pig to catch the tiger. He's just an ordinary glutton, exhausted from trying to get a decent meal.
At night, when monsters run rampant, the freeloader who hides behind the big shots during the day is so hungry his eyes turn green. He sneaks out to make the final boss his midnight snack, only to find the base's beloved gentle medic, a walking embodiment of tea-flavored artifice, grinning savagely as he bats the boss around like a spinning top with a gigantic tentacle.
That tentacle looks awfully familiar. It's a lot like the sinister bastard who nearly killed him in the first dungeon and stole the clear reward.
Jiang Hun: "...Damn it, I can let everything else slide for now, but put down my food!"
The two knowingly start making excuses.
"I was sleepwalking."
"I was being controlled."
"...What a coincidence. You have multiple personalities too?"
"...Want to come over and have some?"
Troublemaking fake white lotus, gloomy wolf in sheep's clothing x kind-faced, stone-faced, greedy old fox. Top at first, then bottom.
1v1, happy ending, evenly matched leads, serious tone with progression fantasy.
Before You Read:
1. The romance develops slowly.
2. The dungeons have all sorts of elements. The main setting is unconventional supernatural horror, a touch of cosmic horror, and post-apocalyptic wasteland.
3. The author is illiterate and clueless. Feel free to point out any factual errors.
4. I revise constantly. Updates are scheduled for 9 p.m.; at other times, I'm editing.
5. This is my first attempt at writing, and I'm trying something new.
Theme: People are made of iron, food is made of steel. Skip a meal, and you'll feel weak
