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𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 There is one rule in this world, a human rises as a god, they fall as a ghost, but in the end, they are still human. 800 years later, with Xie Lian's third ascension, a mysterious traveler joins the scrap immortal and crimson boy's adventure to gain their lost memories. Finding the truth and perceive love that transcends time. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Writer is currently on break from writing. 𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗧: Poly!Relationship. The reader is genderfluid (For further explanation see the prologue) SPOILER WARNING to those who haven't read the novels and watched season 2. This fanfic follows the donghua, manhua and novels storyline. There are some differences from the adaptions but i will mix it all into this short fanfiction. 'Please read the prologue for more warnings' . This book is rated mature for a reason. 𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗣𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗗𝗮𝘁𝗲: 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝟮𝟵, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱: 𝗝𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝟮𝟯, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 TGCF or Heaven's official blessing, Svsss and Mdzs by Mo xiang tong xiu or MXTX~ Remnants of Filth or Yuwu by Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou (Meatbun)~ Fanfiction by Hazelnutsu ~ Artworks/Edits in this book isn't mine.

Heaven Official's Blessing x Male!oc "My body may be in abyss, but my heart will always remain in 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒" No I don't care about the pain I'll walk through fire and through rain Started: 12.01.2023

You were born on the rich side, where dirt is a rumor and blood never stains long enough to matter. Your hands stayed clean-not because you were careful, but because the world was. Well your side at least. Jewels weighed your wrists. Safety wrapped your throat like silk. Freedom was handed to you so often it stopped feeling special. You smiled easily. Spoke to anyone. Asked questions people laughed off instead of answering. But the Slums were different. They weren't ugly to you-just unfinished. Like a sentence cut off mid-thought. If we're all human, why is there a gate?

❝𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.❞ You died alone on a mountain, clutching a stolen book about heroes. It was the only warmth you ever knew as a street orphan. Then you woke up in that world as a baby with loving parents and a second chance at life. The problem is you remember everything from the book. Every arc, every death, and every tragedy waiting to happen. You know how this story ends, and you refuse to let it play out the same way. So you train like your life depends on it. Because hundreds of other lives do. But you quickly learn that you, alone, cannot carry the weight. That's why you train the next generation of heroes hard daily. But there's a problem... "Y/N, PLEASE HAVE MERCY. WE CAN'T DO TWO-HUNDRED MORE PUSH-UPS!!!" "I DON'T CARE. SHUT UP, DROP AND GIVE ME THREE-HUNDRED." ​ ━ @𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆158, 𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒙 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 ▪︎ © 𝒌𝒐𝒉𝒆𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊, 𝒃𝒐𝒌𝒖 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒂 © 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 (Not proofread) (This story uses random clichés and overused tropes. Will contain cringe worthy stuff. You have been warned. Also, i promise the writing gets better as you read)