Fanfiction by sprunki.

Blood and death filled this land,

The dark clouds of war are floating in the sky over the city,

Gray, the devil incarnate, lingers in the shadow of the city.

He is weak, very weak...

Extraordinary, strange, divine,

The Golden Man, the Sinner, and the Corrupt Original Government,

"I offer you everything I have for your protection."

"allow."

Under the protection of the moody Blake and the mentally unstable Wenda, Gray is safe, temporarily.

"Give fear and death to everyone, and the Lord of Darkness will surely come to the world!" Blake said.

With death all around us, how long can even the calmest and most easy-going person remain normal? This world has gone mad long ago!

(Boring, the author wants to see rivers of blood!)

Villain story, dark story, contains bloody and violent plots, do not read if you don't like it, urban story, no CP tendency (maybe), friendship (?

Mainly the killing group Shashasha and the like.

(The author is a bit crazy, so it's normal for the characters to be crazy, right? The author is not a little devil.)

Once the gears of fate begin to turn, love and hate intertwine into an impenetrable net. Turning to Ashoka's "The One I Loved Most Was the Murderer," the male and female protagonists embark on a perilous and fraught journey to uncover the truth behind the unexpected death of the male protagonist's wife.

COVID-19, disease, hardship, misfortune, workplace struggles, love and hate, life and death… They persevered through countless difficulties, and they embraced new life amidst despair. This book celebrates the steadfastness and devotion of love, showcases the resilience and brilliance of humanity, and takes you deep into the labyrinth of human nature to explore the true meaning of love and redemption.

In this battle between love and sin, can they uncover the truth? The book features both thrilling mystery and delicate, moving emotions; it depicts a love story that transcends life and death, and also reveals the ugliness and justice of the world.

"Even if you become an immortal, you cannot escape my sword." She wielded her sword, maneuvering with unparalleled skill, and countless immortals perished beneath her blade. Thus, those who loved such things gave her the nickname: "The Immortal's Sorrow." "The Immortal's Sorrow, the Immortal's Sorrow, even immortals tremble before her." Later, they called her "The Sorrowful Immortal..."