The Big Shot Refuses to Retire

Friendly discussion and mutual respect, please don't spam. Note: This is a fictional setting with no connection to reality. Please don't conflate it with real life. Song Xuan is one of the twelve Divine Hall Masters who stand above countless worlds of every size. To most Systems, he's a legendary powerhouse. His main duties are repairing flaws in worlds and judging and punishing all kinds of heretics. He seems incredibly powerful, but in reality, he works around the clock, twenty-four hours a day, all year long. He forces countless Systems to work overtime, tearfully and against their will. He's a pure workaholic who fuels the rat race. Unfortunately, the hidden injuries he'd accumulated over countless years had badly damaged his mental strength. After nearly losing control and destroying a small world, he took his colleagues' advice and went to the Values Correction Department for temporary rehabilitation. No one expected that after he came back, Song Xuan seemed to have... been corrected a little too far. Song Xuan: I'm getting old. I can't stand watching people suffer and part ways anymore. The other Divine Hall Masters unanimously decided to send a gold-medal System to trick and coax Song Xuan into retiring in a small world. Song Xuan: ...Retire? Not a chance. Not even in my next life. And so, the powerhouse, with no intention of retiring, continued to stir up trouble in world after world, leaving the protagonists of tragic novels dead or injured. The gold-medal System, after failing in 1,000 worlds: ... The System numbly opened the next world and saw the words "insect race," "physical and emotional torture," and so on. Its screen went black! It didn't want to live anymore!! Unexpectedly, this time Song Xuan took a liking to one of the insect world's clan heads. This female insect had a good personality (not), a handsome face (fierce and brutal), and did everything he said (true). Song Xuan: ...Maybe I can keep resisting a little longer. Carlisle: A-Xuan, this fruit is delicious. Try some? Song Xuan pulled the female insect into his arms: I choose retirement. This is a story about a powerful man finding true love after a long, lonely life. Each of us is an island, but fortunately, I had the chance to meet you. From then on, every moment brought a different view. Content warnings: 1. Gong-centric. The upper-class insect race looks similar to humans, while lower-class insects retain some insect features. 2. The insect race is governed by a clan-head system that takes precedence over a society where males are superior and females inferior. 3. The male-superior, female-inferior system won't be described much. The gong and shou always respect each other. 4. For the sake of readability and common sense, when discussing insects on their own, upper-class insects may use "person" to refer to one another. For example, "other insects" might sound more awkward than "other people." Insects and humans will be distinguished when both appear. If this really bothers you, leave a comment. If more than a hundred readers ask, the author will change it. 5. The author is sensitive, so please be respectful when discussing the story. You're welcome to discuss the novel, but please don't give writing advice. Here's a recommendation for my ongoing novel: The Lazy One Always Wants to Lie Flat (Quick Transmigration) [Easygoing, optimistic, lie-flat gong x devoted, gloomy beauty shou] Unlike Song Xuan the workaholic, Song Qi dreams of being a lazy fish, spending his days eating and sleeping in perfect comfort. As a result, despite being a Divine Hall Master, he always ranks last in his evaluations and gets a savage beating from his older brother. Song Qi: I'm easygoing, but I have my pride too. To redeem himself, he angrily accepts an absurdly difficult, epic-level mission: enter the Eight-Sided Linglong Die and eliminate the evil gods threatening the worlds. But after entering the world, the first thing he does isn't read the plot. He goes up to the rooftop to eat a bun and take a break. The System has never seen such an unmotivated, easygoing, lie-flat Host in all its years. System 74741: ...Can it refuse this assignment now? Unexpectedly, he runs into a very beautiful, aloof man. He has a well-proportioned build, fair skin, and even looks exceptionally cool when smoking. Wait, smoking? "Um, cigarettes contain several carcinogens, and the fumes from burning them aren't good for you." The beauty glances at him and says blandly, "I don't feel right without something in my mouth." Song Qi looks at the other bun in his hand and reluctantly says: "How about we trade? It'd be a shame if someone as handsome as you died young." The cool, aloof beauty: "..." Later, once he'd started to catch on, Song Qi felt that it was a miracle his wife hadn't beaten him to death back then. One world, then another... Song Qi is surprised to discover that his beautiful wife exists in every world, always devoted to the protagonist's gong and always ending up as tragic cannon fodder. Song Qi has only one response: No, let me handle this! Nobody else gets to have him! System 74741 screams in despair: Wait, do you remember that you're here to do a mission, not fall in love!!!! 1. Gong-centric, quick transmigration story, 1v1 2. Enjoy the story in harmony and respect one another 3. I'm diligently building up a backlog, so I definitely won't abandon this Theme: May the world be filled with love and peace.