[Beautiful, powerful, tragic judge who could die at any moment and lives like there's no tomorrow x arrogant, ruthless executioner who reaches for his gun at the slightest provocation]
As an ordinary human, Lu Mianxing is the boss whom all the high-level humans bow to, and their immovable sworn enemy. He has two infamous qualities that drive people mad:
First, his supreme power over life and death, and his chillingly ruthless methods.
Second, a face beautiful enough to beguile everyone, yet one that treats everyone with equal disdain.
But with the crack of a gunshot, it all became rumor.
There were even rumors that Cheng Weiqian, the executioner who personally carried out his sentence, still believed he was alive. He had gone mad enough to seal away all of Lu Mianxing's belongings from when he was alive, and even spent an entire night in Lu Mianxing's office every month.
Everyone knew that among the tens of thousands of high-level humans, Cheng Weiqian hated Lu Mianxing the most. Even after his death, he had wanted to dig up the body and whip it.
And yet Cheng Weiqian really did succeed in summoning his ghost.
The judge who once wielded power over the Tribunal woke again with a new face and name, as his nemesis's assistant.
Strangely, ever since a taciturn assistant appeared at Cheng Weiqian's side, he stopped obsessing over finding Lu Mianxing's body and no longer allowed anyone to speak ill of him.
Everyone at the Simulation Court thought he had finally let go of his old grudges. But when the mask came off, that cold, resurrected face appeared in the Tribunal. "Since I'm not dead, and no one else dares sit in this seat..."
He let his smile fade. "Then I'm still in charge here, and you'll all answer to me."
In a world where genetic technology has advanced to the point that humans can gain an eagle's keen sight, a leopard's speed, and even transform to obtain supernatural abilities through genetic fusion, all kinds of crimes continue to proliferate. The world established the Simulation Court to handle such cases.
Lu Mianxing, the world's highest-ranking judge, was besieged from all sides and condemned by everyone. In the end, he was sentenced to death for allegedly murdering the highest-ranking executioner out of selfish motives.
The new highest-ranking executioner, Cheng Weiqian, discovered that the truth was more complicated. But when he turned around...
Lu Mianxing's gun was aimed at his heart. His beautiful face was cold and merciless. "Thank you for clearing my name and helping me reclaim my power. Did you really think you could kill me three years ago? I gave you a chance."
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Before entering the Simulation Court's highest System, Cheng Weiqian thought the cold-faced man seated at the center of the Tribunal was a repressed, stubborn prude. But later, when he saw the other's eyes reddened with desire as he begged beneath him like a mad dog, he realized that even that icy seat of power held a trace of what people called humanity.
"You're afraid I'll die, and even more afraid I won't! You want my power, yet you dread how things might end. When I was unarmed and besieged from every side, only Cheng Weiqian dared to take in this wretched life of mine. I was reviled while alive and worshipped after death. Now I stand here alone, and you're still terrified that this ghost with little time left will come for you. What ethics? What laws? I am the will of heaven!"
He fell into the abyss. He had no past, no future, no family, and no lover. Standing against everyone, he silently watched as his enemies gnawed at his flesh and bones.
"When the world drove me out of the Tribunal, wind and snow clung to my soul, and blood and tears soaked my spirit. But back then... all I wanted was a good night's sleep."
In the year 4324 of the Simulation Court, a righteous ghost from the mortal world appeared at the center of the Tribunal.
(The uke is adored by all but hated by all, because he doesn't give anyone the time of day. The seme is the type who thinks he's invincible and can do whatever he wants, but after shooting his beloved early on, he ends up on his knees, handing him his gun to atone. A real "I was wrong" kind of guy 😋)
* Both are each other's only partners, with mutual feelings. The pairing is fixed and won't be reversed.
* No supporting character has feelings for the seme.
* The uke is strong, the uke is very strong, the uke really is very strong.
Entirely fictional, entirely fictional, entirely fictional!
(Blurb saved on 2022.8.2)
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Dear Chef: Seeing words is like meeting each other, showing trust and comfort. Liking your rice is probably the most arbitrary and unreasonable thing in the world. It is not about weighing the pros and cons, or being motivated by sex, but suddenly having someone like you makes me worried and unable to let go. You are the extraneous branch in my stable years, and the sun, moon and stars in my ordinary life. Whether it's the sunrise in the morning, a nap at noon, or a night filled with stars, I want to spend it with you. Don't doubt why I like you, just like fish fall in love with the sea, birds fall in love with the sky, I don't quite understand what this means, I think it's like breathing, no need to practice, just because it's you. By the way, if there is still food, please remember to distribute it, I am still hungry.
Reminder I am a book-loving person who enjoys reading your writings as if he were walking on a mountain trail and suddenly encountering a wonderland. The first chapter is like a rushing torrent, suddenly breaking off a thousand-foot cliff - my heart is hanging in the air, burning with anxiety, like a hungry and thirsty guest who suddenly smells the aroma of wine and his cup is empty! As a result, I was tossing and turning and had trouble sleeping every night. The screen light is scorching, and the withered intestines are hungry for kisses; the fingers and claws are tapping frequently, and the sound is even louder. Sometimes, while sleeping on the bed, one can see the twists and turns of the story in one's dreams; or when one reads another scroll forcefully, the words become the phantom of a continuation of the gentleman's writing. I explore the window and gaze at the stars every day, fearing that I will miss the update date; I always sigh while caressing my scroll, like a monk sitting withered. Prince Youxue visited Dai at night and took advantage of the excitement; now we go according to the rules and return home safely? Is there an unopened volume on the side of Mr. Fu Wei's case? Please move the jade tube, continue the ink marks, and quickly quench this hanging thirst. Literary thought is like the running water of a spring stream, don't let it stagnate; we are like waiting for the rain, fearing that it will dry up - I hope to take a bath in the spring breeze again, wash away the dry intestines and kiss the ears!
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No more joking, let me tell you a fact, two pieces are eighty 🐶🌹
Nier, what are you doing? I miss you, can you send me a message? I've been looking forward to this message from Ni all day. Can Ni send me a message and tell me what's on your mind? If I don't tell you for a day, I will just think about it. If I don't think about it, I won't be able to do the work. If I can't do the work, how will I make money to support myself? Ni'er, just send me a message. I miss you so much.
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| ┣┫████ Onto ┗┻—┛ Fast update Dear Daddy: Seeing the words is like meeting each other, and the letter is soothing. Falling in love with you is probably the most arbitrary and unreasonable thing in this world. It's not about weighing the pros and cons, or coming up with ideas, but suddenly having you makes me worried about you and I can't let go of you. You are the extraneous branch in my stable years, and the sun, moon and stars in my ordinary life. Whether it's the sunrise in the morning or a nap at noon, I love you. By the way, do you still have it in your draft box?
I have to go into the manuscript box and take a look 😆, I can't get enough 😭
I pressed the author against the wall, my eyes full of amusement, and the folding fan in my hand gently lifted her (his) chin. The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the moonlight was hazy and sultry. I leaned close to the author's ear, caressing the author's slender waist with my dishonest hands, and the hoarse voice made people's hearts beat like a deer. I whispered: "Update"