The Beautiful Scum Gong Returns to the Asura Arena

The attributes on this novel are a little off, and I can't change them right now. I didn't fill them in wrong! I'll fix them later.

Scheming, supposedly sickly beauty x shou

Shen Mingzhu was enjoying his retirement aboard a luxury cruise ship, champagne flute in hand, when the former boss of the Space-Time Administration's headquarters suddenly assigned him a special mission. Apparently, a whole roster of S-rank mission-takers had failed to resolve it, so they had no choice but to turn to him, the world's original mission-taker.

Shen Mingzhu: "I'm retired and I still have to work? Ten times the pay, or I'm not doing it."

He entered the world with his little fluffball System. The men he'd once flirted with all over the world before cruelly abandoning them had now become powerful figures in their own right, with their corruption levels nearing the limit.

In front of the aloof, self-possessed white-robed Daoist, he was an idle young master who flirted without realizing it.

In front of the sick, deranged Demon Lord, he was a delicate beauty who didn't know when to quit, always getting in the last word.

In front of the four-domain overlords, he was a seemingly obedient, secretly spiteful schemer, a sweet rice ball with a black-sesame filling.

In front of his gentle, courteous senior brother, he was the sect's junior disciple with a young lady's temper, who flew into a rage whenever things didn't go his way.

When Shen Mingzhu vanished overnight, they all turned dark...

System: [Host, are you panicking?]

Shen Mingzhu: "As if! I'm not scared at all!"

A thousand trees bloom, the moon is plucked; wild geese float by, carrying letters on the wind.

The proud, fiery young man who loved red robes returns on a snowy night, transformed into a frail figure in plain clothes, a cold sword at his waist and a thin silk veil over his eyes, carrying a lantern.

Want to turn dark? Want a confrontation between rivals?

The aloof white-robed Daoist is losing an argument to the Demon Lord, whose tongue is as brilliant as a lotus. The two are about to draw their swords and fight, while the four-domain overlord watches from the sidelines, stepping in only if absolutely necessary. His beloved senior brother is pondering which of his rivals to deal with first using poison.

Shen Mingzhu furrows his brow, clutches his chest, and coughs desperately. A great deal of blood drips to the ground. The beauty smiles sadly. "There's no point arguing about this anymore. How many years do I even have left?"

[For heaven's sake, I'm dying. Can't you all love me together?]

No splitting into pieces / no merging. I'll decide at the end which one gets a happy ending.

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