The Host Was Born to Defy

Also known as "The Host Wants to Die Every Day." Nearly 20 chapters are already written. Come join us, friends! =w=

[A ruthless, taciturn, world-weary, unhinged assassin bottom x a gloomy, quiet genius junior apprentice top]

A certain smart assistant was extremely pleased with its new Host, Yun Wangshu.

He had first-rate skills, on par with a professional assassin. He was widely read and knew a little about every obscure art and unorthodox technique. His captivating black eyes and looks perfectly matched the assistant's taste as a devoted admirer of beauty. He was the perfect Host, the kind of person who existed only in novels!

But... there was one flaw: why did this Host always have to defy it?!

The Supreme God had clearly told him to befriend the mission target and plead for him when he was framed. But without a word, he went straight over and gave the target a beating.

Then the Supreme God told him to help the target when a cannon-fodder character bullied him. Instead, he showered the target with sarcasm and made him his servant...

But when the Supreme God told him to kill the target, he stubbornly said nothing and died in the target's place.

As the mission went increasingly off track, even the Supreme God gave in to the Host. The assistant sank into despair over losing its year-end bonus and sobbed miserably. Waaaah, spare this lowly wage slave!

But...

Who could explain why the fellow disciples who openly provoked and secretly mocked the Host had come to admire this cultivation-less good-for-nothing?

Why had the naturally gifted, cold junior uncle-master who once looked down on the Host gone out of his way to give him divine weapons and treasures...

Why was the eccentric, elusive old man from the Pill and Assassin Hall chasing after the Host, begging him to become his disciple?

And why had the mission target started throwing himself at the Host instead?!

Whatever. It didn't matter.

The little assistant counted the points it had earned by sheer accident, beaming with joy.

But it didn't know that its taciturn mission target, Sui Dongjun,

had wanted to kill "Yun Wangshu"

from the very first moment he saw him.

Inside the dungeon.

Sui Dongjun's hands were bound. His body was striped with whip marks, and blood soaked through his clothes.

But the one making his hair stand on end wasn't the scum who had framed him and left him in this state.

It was the smiling good-for-nothing senior brother across from him, who had clearly changed faces, yet somehow no one else had noticed,

and the strange orb floating beside him, constantly muttering, "Gain the mission target's trust."

Sui Dongjun lowered his eyes, concealing the murderous intent surging in his heart.

This man had to die.

But there was no ingratiating flattery, no feigned intimacy, and none of the promised "gaining the mission target's trust."

Instead, a whip suddenly lashed out!

Everyone was stunned. Only Sui Dongjun knew that this man seemed arrogant and overbearing, yet had just helped him escape disaster.

He looked up,

and saw Senior Brother Yun, who should have been trying to get close to him and win him over, trembling all over, his face deathly pale, laughing brightly through the pain as he said:

"Give me liberty, or give me death."

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His usually steady heartbeat took a long time to settle.

The boy's restrained panting and bright laughter intertwined in his ears.

The chance to win his trust was right there. Why would this man rather be punished by that System than stop pushing him away?

What exactly was this fake Yun Wangshu trying to do?

So Sui Dongjun, whom all his fellow disciples agreed was arrogant about his talent, aloof, and taciturn, had no choice but to use every trick he could think of to get close to this fake Senior Brother Yun, so he could overhear more.

And that damned Yun Wangshu would be chatting and laughing with his other junior brothers one moment, then turn ice-cold the instant he saw Sui Dongjun:

"Get lost. Stay away from me."

Wasn't the mission to get close to me?! So who's supposed to be winning whom over here?!

Sui Dongjun ground his teeth in secret.

...Just you wait. I'll kill you.

But when the man who had just coldly told him to get lost suddenly shoved him aside and took a fatal blow for him, collapsing into his arms, covered in blood and barely breathing, the hand gripping a knife behind Sui Dongjun's back began to tremble uncontrollably.

This person was bound to a strange System and had come with an unknown mission to approach him.

This person had peerless skills and used killing moves the moment he struck, a man of extreme danger and mysterious origins.

This person knew all his past and secrets, and might yet drive him to ruin...

A person like that had to die.

But...

But that person was also someone who would rather die than give up his freedom.

Someone who treated his own life as worthless but believed every person was equal. Someone as lonely inside as he was, who had quietly endured pain all along.

Someone who was warm and obedient with others, yet cold and dismissive toward him at every turn, and still casually stepped in front of him at the edge of death.

Sui Dongjun didn't know when he had begun to hesitate.

He only knew that he was now willing to put down the blade that should have taken that man's life and offer him his back,

even if the price was betraying himself and surrendering his soul.

Theme: A salute to freedom, paradoxical as it may be.