Amid the deafening explosions, Jiang Chenxu quickly reviewed his life and took a moment to lament his hard-luck lot.
As he saw it, everything would go exactly as planned.
The flames would clear every obstacle from his path and devour all the evils that had been quietly taking root. He would never have to wander from place to place again.
He had thought his brief but eventful life was finally over and that he could get some proper rest. Who could have guessed that when he opened his eyes again, he would find himself back in a familiar world?
Children's laughter, travelers hurrying by, shopkeepers calling out to customers...
And a System that had appeared out of nowhere, claiming it could help him come back to life.
As Jiang Chenxu leisurely haggled with the System, he saw a blue-eyed little detective walking toward him.
He thought his retirement might be a long way off.
I send word to the graceful lady on Dongshan's eastern slope: Let your haunting dreams torment King Xiang.
My heart of Zen has become a willow fluff clinging to the mud; it will not chase the spring wind, rising and falling in its wild dance.
Reader's Guide:
1. The protagonist's mental state may be a little hard to pin down. He's more or less at the stage where being dead would be better than being alive, and is generally dead with a little life left in him.
2. Due to his unusual experiences, the protagonist doesn't mind cross-dressing, and will have a female identity.
3. Inspiration struck suddenly while I was reading poetry... I made dumplings just to have an excuse for a dip in vinegar...
4. The protagonist has no romantic pairing. If you insist on naming one, perhaps it's retirement.
Theme: I came to this world for one reason: to see the sun
