A cold, career-focused bottom who flips the table x a madly devoted, possessive top who only wants to woo his love
In the tenth year of Song Zhaosui's struggle to survive in the apocalypse, the base leader and his husband were once again acting out their melodramatic chase-and-escape routine.
He sat there snacking and eating his meal, not missing a thing. The next second...
The leader's wife was infected by a zombie while trying to escape. The leader held him and roared at the sky, "I'll make the whole world pay for your death!"
Wait, what the hell?!
The leader went berserk and opened the base gates. The world's last utopia fell, and Song Zhaosui died a miserable death.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the year he'd helped the leader and his husband build their lives from nothing. A book had also appeared in his head.
It turned out he was living in a melodramatic rebirth novel. His previous life had only been the prologue. In this life, the leader couple's pursuit of love and tangled love-triangle drama were just getting started.
To keep the plot moving smoothly, he would have to be reset and start over again and again: eat the same meal ten times, sleep for seven days straight, spend ages in the bathroom...
Song Zhaosui: So I'm the only one you keep using up, huh?
Whoever wants to be this tool of a subordinate can take the job. Song Zhaosui flipped the table and bombarded the main couple: If you can't talk it out, then don't. All of you can just die!
With control of the base in his hands, Song Zhaosui set out to break up couples. Even the most upright magistrate couldn't beat him at solving cases. They called him the Merciless Hand: no couple was too inseparable for him to break up.
Until one day, gossip about him and his best assistant, mercenary group leader Lu Xingjian, began circulating around the base.
Song Zhaosui investigated the source of the rumor. Behind the door, Lu Xingjian stood bare-chested with a cigarette in his mouth, perfectly at ease. "It's not a rumor. I've got my eye on you."
Song Zhaosui rubbed his temples, deeply troubled. How did a capable, obedient right-hand man end up going astray?
Theme: Be the protagonist of your own story
