After the Dog-Blood World Exploded

[Short story, under 100,000 words]

As a world architect, the worlds and scripts he designed were so dull and stiff that they ranked dead last in popularity year after year.

At the end of its tether, the central system dropped him into a melodramatic world and told him to study the thrilling highlights of the hero and heroine's first meeting in a run-away-while-pregnant story.

Then the melodramatic world exploded.

Now he looked at the homeless heroine and fell into deep thought.

How was he supposed to explain to the central system why the world had inexplicably fallen apart, and why the heroine had accidentally come out with him?

Maybe he should just build a world at random and stuff her into it.

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Miss Mudan has a secret.

She can see the colors on everyone: fiery red, ashen gray, and the dazzling gold of the gentleman at the front desk.

When she looks at you, be careful not to become the latest color she captures.

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Black-beneath-the-white “Painted Skin” Miss Mudan x the laid-back, fun-loving gentleman at the front desk

Warning: contains some horror elements!

Nonhuman protagonists, no human values

Theme: Though tiny as a grain of rice, the moss flower still strives to bloom like a peony