Monster on the Tip of the Tongue

[Third-person narration]

"A monster has taken over my body."

"Every night, I lose consciousness."

"The fridge at home is packed with strange things, and there are stains on the floor that are impossible to clean."

"As the cases in the news grow more frequent, I can't control my fear."

"Who are you?" I write on a piece of paper.

Realizing that a monster has taken over my body, I try every way I can think of to get myself killed, hoping to drive it out.

But no matter what I try, when I wake up again, my injuries have vanished, and I can't ignore how full I feel.

"I hate you," I say coldly.

That night, I receive a note from it for the first time. The handwriting is crooked, but I can recognize the strokes as mine.

"I lvoe you."

Oh, so the monster's illiterate too.

Until one day, after losing too much blood, I wake in the middle of the night.

The familiar room, blood-red candles scattered everywhere. Everything from before seems to take on a terrifyingly strange and unfamiliar quality in the eerie red light. In the faint, flickering glow, my hand begins to rise against my will.

The knife and fork are sharp, their edges glinting. A sticky, fish-roe-like food of unknown origin inches closer to my face.

Its rich juices burst in my mouth. The wounds on my body slowly vanish, and even my strength increases.

It's delicious.

I suddenly realize the monster only wants to feed me.

Here's the question: what exactly is my food made of?!

Monsters lurk among the people of World D620. They're sinister and cunning, full of tricks, and feed on human souls.

Humans have come up with all kinds of methods, but still can't stop them effectively.

Then, one day, the monsters began disappearing at an alarming rate.

Some say it's humanity's victory. Others suspect an even more terrifying conspiracy.

Everyone is searching for the king who can make the monsters bow and submit.

This is a world where light and darkness are impossible to distinguish. Some kneel in prayer, some set themselves ablaze, and some go to their deaths with blades in hand...

And Song Linchuan stands amid the crowd, looking at the pitch-black shadow meeting his gaze in the mirror and contemplating a more practical question:

What should I eat tonight?

A clingy, dark-hearted gong obsessed with feeding the shou x a seemingly composed shou with a deeply unstable mental state who is actually going mad

1. Nonhuman romance, pseudo-selfcest

3. The protagonist will grow stronger and become the strongest.

Theme: Moving forward with the times and refusing to submit to fate.