Faking a God

As a mercenary, Si Chen always prided himself on being mentally stable. But even he couldn't accept watching his mission target shoot up by more than twenty centimeters in just a few days. This angel belonged on a high red velvet throne, worshipped by all, not darting through a hail of bullets with the name Gabriel. Hey, friend, have you ever seen an angel use a gun to send people straight to heaven? - A wall named after Saint George completely divides the inner city from the outer city. In the outer city, people toil just to make ends meet. In the inner city, people drown in pleasure and drink themselves into oblivion. Si Chen has never cared how much bread the nobles waste each day. As long as someone pays, he'd even shove their heads into the loaves. He's not a good man or a gentleman, just a mercenary driven by money. At least, that's what he thinks of himself. But can someone explain why this guy, hailed by the nobles as a holy messenger, is even more unhinged when it comes to killing than he is? Polite and refined in public, ruthless and vicious in private. Well done, Archangel. - Gabriel: “My love for you surpasses the boundless land and the vastness of freedom. It is more precious than all of space.” Si Chen: “All right, stop talking. Keep going and I might have to start charging you.” - [Smiling-Outside, Dark-Inside Holy Messenger 1 x Warm-Outside, Cold-Inside Mercenary 0] [May include unconventional relationship dynamics] [My own take on a dystopian setting] Theme: Live as brilliantly as summer flowers.