My Arch-enemy Has Been a Widower for Three Hundred Years

[Main story complete]

Modern alternate setting, anomalous creatures, two powerful leads, happy ending.

Three hundred years after Pei Yueming's death, his fame has not faded.

Many people once admired him. Then he betrayed them all, and the one they had adored became the one they loathed overnight.

He once gravely wounded a boy who admired him.

On a mountaintop, the bloodied boy roared, "The next time we meet, you'll be dead!"

He replied coolly, "We'll never meet again."

They truly never met again. It was Pei Yueming who died.

>>>

The executor Chi Xie spends money like water and acts without restraint. He is the sharpest blade in the world. For three hundred years, he has done only three things: burn money, kill anomalies, and search for Pei Yueming.

He never admits to the last one.

His subordinates gossip: "The boss has been single for so long, and whenever there's nothing to do, he stares at the moon... Why does it look like he's mourning the moon as a widower?"

Just then, Chi Xie raises an eyebrow behind them. "Got too much free time? The moonlight's nice. How about we work overtime and slaughter a few anomalies for fun?"

His subordinates scatter. No one knows that the wound in Chi Xie's heart was left by Pei Yueming.

After that, whenever Chi Xie looks at the moon, he thinks: Why couldn't I have killed him myself?

Three hundred years later, Pei Yueming returns from the dead, but he is crippled and blind.

Chi Xie thinks Pei Yueming must have forgotten him long ago. Countless people admire him; Chi Xie is just one of them.

With murder in his heart, he goes to find him. "Pei Yueming, I only want you to repay an old debt."

But Pei Yueming smiles and says softly, "You've been watching me for a long time, haven't you?"

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Later, Chi Xie finds a bill for 100,000 in his hands.

Chi Xie: "...What's this?"

"My old debt." Pei Yueming cradles a cup of hot tea, half-asleep. "It's yours now."

Chi Xie: ???

Chi Xie x Pei Yueming

An attack who claims they're mortal enemies but is actually head over heels (?): an adored, powerful receiver.

Upcoming story: Offer Your Tail to the Fox God

Beautiful fox demon receiver x heteromorphic creature hunter attacker

Heteromorphic creatures run rampant, and the most powerful of them all is the legendary Nine-Tailed Fox God.

Lin Wuyan is a heteromorphic creature hunter. His ancestors have hunted the Fox God for generations, but never succeeded.

Lin Wuyan sets out on the same path.

Along the way, he saves a boy. The boy is a little fox demon who can't lift a finger and has lost his most important tail.

Lin Wuyan looks at the boy's unbelievably beautiful face.

People say fox demons are clever, but this is the dumbest little fox he's ever met.

The little fox is on the verge of tears. "You look really strong. Could you... help me find my tail?" He pauses, then adds earnestly, "Once you find it, you can touch my tail."

To stop him from crying, Lin Wuyan finds a gorgeous fake tail and tries to placate him. "Here, take it."

The tears stop at once. Lin Wuyan sighs in relief, only to hear the boy say, "But this one's fake."

Lin Wuyan: ?

The little fox wipes his tears and looks at him with pity. "Y-you're the dumbest human I've ever met. I feel so sorry for you."

Lin Wuyan: "..."

Unable to swallow the insult, he takes the little fox along with him.

They travel across half the world without ever finding a trace of the Fox God.

Then one day, the two become separated by accident.

When Lin Wuyan finds the boy again, countless heteromorphic creatures lie dead in silence around him.

The boy is idly poking one of them with a branch. When he sees Lin Wuyan, his eyes light up. "You're finally here!"

He tilts his head and adds, "I was worried the Fox God might be here, so I checked. Luckily, there isn't one!"

Lin Wuyan: ??

Lin Wuyan: "...Just how many tails do you have?"

"I already told you, there are nine!" The little fox grins, his eyes crinkling.

Behind him, nine fox tails unfurl lazily, golden light flowing from them as they cover half the sky.

"Now you can touch my tails nine times."

Thesis: Those who never forget will eventually be answered.