Sometimes, truth is stranger than fiction and twice as perilous. Sometimes, the last thing you wished for, happened first. Sometimes, Celestial Matchmaker Yue loves meddling. Sometimes, this all happens at once. ...sigh... all he ever wanted was to put food on the table and renew the rooftop... "Honoured Grandmother, that is NOT your grandson-in-law!" "Dearest, why must you deny our destiny?" "GET OUT!!!" *All images are from results from Google Search/Pinterest/tumblr. Will be taken down if requested*

|COMPLETE| |Celeste Academy Series Book 3| As summer slowly comes to an end, the Festival of Ember begins. The Twelve returns to Celeste Academy with more questions as a strange infection spreads across each continent, turning the Guardian Beasts into demons. The Twelve are left with a strange riddle to solve and perhaps the greatest problem to face. There are many more battles to be fought. One of them is amongst one another.

Fei Chuan was bound to a system upon death and tasked with raising a [Villain] from small to big in one world, then the next, then the next. Over the hundreds of years, the brutal experiences he was forced to make the [Villain] go through gradually numbed his heart to his own cruelty, turning him into the system's puppet. Until--- --World 49, in which he was run through with a sword by his adopted son, the [Villain], who as he was dying, cried angry tears. Who cried for him, even though the system had made him criticize the [Villain], starve the [Villain], beat the [Villain]... He woke up. There was scum, and then there was Fei Chuan. From now on, if you ask me to die, I'll die. If you ask me to kill, I'll kill. If you want to destroy the world, I'll serve it to you on a platter. I don't need your forgiveness, but know that I'm sorry. World 101-- [Villain]: Dad, it's okay. I don't want the world to disappear anymore. Pairing: 1v1, two assholes tryna have a Healthy Relationship, that sorta thing Disclaimer: Image copyrights go to those who own them

He Chang Hua lived a life accordingly. According to norms, rules, politeness, duties... A quiet sort of life, and garnered a quiet sort of affections. It was considered a good life. He died with regrets. Cover by the wonderful wattpad user claira232 *All images were of random Google Search. Will be taken down if requested.