This is a fanfiction about the god of war, featuring two male protagonists: Shang Yan and Zhou Ping. Shang Yan is an original character, and it's a silly and sweet story!
The premise is that both male leads are adults! They're both adults!!!
Ahem, given that another book features a straight guy who gets tricked into going in and getting killed, I'd like to clarify that the two male leads are in a romantic relationship!
It will be a bit slow to get going at first. The story unfolds from the perspectives of Shang Yan and Zhou Ping, and it is not written entirely according to the God-Slaying storyline. The story begins in Xijin City.
Shang Yan suffers from cognitive impairment due to overuse of his abilities; simply put, he becomes a lunatic. Since he's already a lunatic, please be understanding when you see him doing abstract and abnormal behaviors. Thank you!
Here's a brief introduction to Shang Yan's character: a habitual liar (saying one thing to one person and another to another), an abstract thinker, a loudspeaker who loves to spout cheesy and silly pickup lines, a real lunatic, and he's the bottom.
Zhou Ping: He is an excellent person in Godslayer. He possesses the pure heart of a crystal child. From childhood, he was described as having a gambling father and a cold-hearted mother who conspired to sell him.
Therefore, Zhou Ping is socially anxious, taciturn, shy, and has low self-esteem; he is a kind-hearted person from beginning to end.
This is their story of mutual redemption, the story of Little Trumpet and Little Mute.
Chasing or chasing each other, the talkative guy meets the real guy, who comes out on top?
(Let's put our brains aside for a moment, this is all silly and sweet, so put your brains down!)
The main package might have some inaccuracies, but everyone reads novels for fun, so there's no need to be so serious. Please don't attack the main package! (Just kidding!)
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On a sweltering summer day, a sultry breeze blew by, and Shang Yan, feeling hot, used a palm-leaf fan to cool himself down.
The summer breeze carries not only heat, but also the aroma of roast chicken on the table.
"Shangyan, the milk tea I ordered has arrived. Put this roast chicken on the table first, and wait for me to come back to eat it!" These were the words that my roommate Liu Ming said as he came downstairs.
As he came downstairs, Shang Yan repeatedly agreed, "Good brothers should play PUBG together. Don't worry, I'll definitely wait for you to come back!"
Liu Ming ran off worriedly, moving so fast that his afterimage was visible. He was afraid that if he returned late, Shang Yan, that glutton, would have finished the roast chicken.
Shang Yan was very well-behaved, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan while waiting for Liu Ming to return.
It's only two minutes; he can wait.
Five minutes later, Shang Yan put down the palm-leaf fan in his hand. The fragrance kept being fanned in front of him, but he couldn't stand it anymore and stopped fanning himself.
Ten minutes later, Shang Yan looked at the roast chicken on the table, and tears involuntarily streamed down his face.
The roast chicken is bright in color and exudes a wonderful aroma. With a gentle pull, the meat easily separates from the bone. Take a bite, and the meat is tender and juicy, with a rich, savory flavor that fills your mouth, leaving you wanting more.
As for why Shang Yan knew that roast chicken was so delicious, well, he had already eaten the whole chicken.
I'm sorry, Liu Ming. As your good brother, I still couldn't leave you a single bite.
Shang Yan seemed to feel guilty and took out his phone to order another one for Liu Ming.
He picked up the water bottle on the table, took a sip, and coughed...
Then came a violent coughing fit. Shang Yan, who had stolen and eaten a whole chicken, hadn't ordered another one yet, and before Liu Ming even arrived, he was already coughing loudly!
The mobile screen is still on the payment screen.
Poor Liu Ming went downstairs to get some takeout, and his roommate not only died but also ate the chicken he bought before he died.
Shang Yan choked to death.
I'd heard people say before that when you're down on your luck, even drinking cold water can cause problems, and I never thought it would happen to me.
Thankfully, I ate my fill before I died. It was really... really worth it!
What puzzled Shang Yan was that he did not seem to have entered the underworld for reincarnation.
The morning light was shimmering, and the little one, who was lying on the table with a book in front of him, was sleeping soundly. In his drowsy state, he mumbled a few words, such as, "Roast chicken is so delicious..."
The Chinese teacher, who was teaching a class, noticed a student who had been asleep for ten minutes. Her eyes sharpened as she stared at Shang Yan, who was fast asleep during class.
In his dazed state, Shang Yan felt a sharp edge behind him. Someone nudged him with their elbow, making the sense of being watched even stronger.
To describe it in words, it's like... you dozed off in class, and when you opened your eyes you found the teacher staring at you.
That's really strange. Didn't he choke to death?
Shang Yan slowly raised his head and opened his eyes. There was an ancient poem written on the blackboard, and the Chinese teacher, wearing glasses and with a serious expression, was staring at him sternly.
Is this a nostalgic trip back to my junior high school days?
"Shangyan!" the Chinese teacher shouted sternly, tapping the podium with a small bamboo stick. "Where were we?"
Shang Yan: ...
He really did dream of going back to school. He had no idea what they had just talked about. Shang Yan reacted in the most genuine way, frantically looking down to flip through the book.
Upon closer inspection, the cover was spotless; not a single word was written on it.
My deskmate next to me pointed to the line of poetry with a pencil: "I drew my sword and looked around, feeling lost and confused."
Shang Yan quickly gave his classmate, who was looking down, a grateful look, and then loudly read, "Teacher, you just talked about the line 'I draw my sword and look around, feeling lost and confused'!"
The Chinese teacher simply nodded slightly. "What does this sentence mean?"
Shang Yan continued loudly, "That is to say, I drew my sword and looked around, feeling very confused."
Chinese teacher: ...
"Sit down and listen to the lesson." The Chinese teacher didn't make things too difficult for Shang Yan. She turned around and continued, "This sentence means that the poet drew his sword and looked around, feeling completely lost."
"Let's look at the next sentence..."
In Shang Yan's ears, everything the Chinese teacher was saying went in one ear and out the other.
He nudged his deskmate, whose arm was rather thin and lacked flesh. "What's your name?"
"...", his deskmate didn't say anything, but just tried his best to look at the blackboard and listen to the lesson.
Shang Yan turned to look at him again. He was a handsome boy, but perhaps due to malnutrition, he didn't have much flesh on his cheeks.
Seeing that his deskmate was still listening attentively to the lesson, Shang Yan looked away and stopped bothering him.
He must have transmigrated, and into the body of a middle school student. He flipped through his textbook, and on the first page, the words "Shang Yan" were written crookedly.
They just have the same name.
A piece of chalk flew over and hit Shang Yan squarely on the forehead. "Ouch..."
"Shang Yan, you're the one who's always making the most of these little movements. Look how attentive your deskmate Zhou Ping is in class. Go stand at the back and listen!"
"Okay, teacher," Shang Yan replied, holding his textbook, and went to the back of the classroom.
After years of hard study and finally getting into university, I've suddenly gone back to junior high and had to start all over again.
Shang Yan couldn't figure out whether he had transmigrated or been reborn.
"System?" he asked in a low voice, clinging to hope.
【Hello host, welcome to the world of Godslayer. System 019 is at your service.】
"You mean I transmigrated, and even transmigrated to the world of Godslayer?" Shang Yan's hand holding the textbook trembled. "Can I go back now?"
In his original world, he still had parents, and they only had him as their son. If he suddenly stopped talking, who knows how devastated they would be.
[Host, 019 can send you back after you complete the mission.]
[I'm sending you back to before you stole the roast chicken.]
"What mission? Brother, Commander, just let me go back, I'll do anything you ask." Hearing that he still had a chance to live, Shang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
[The main quest is to defend the Great Xia, and there is also a side quest], 019’s cold electronic voice rang out.
"Is this side quest too difficult? Can I skip it?" Shang Yan didn't want to go home after completing the main quest and was looking for trouble.
[Complete the side quest and you'll be rewarded with 100 million.]
"Completing Brother Tong's mission is our duty! No matter who he is or not, I'll do it!" What a joke, that's a hundred million.
Shang Yan's greatest strength in life is his ability to adapt to changing circumstances.
His excited voice was so loud that it drew the attention of those around him.
"Shangyan!" Just as the Chinese teacher was about to get angry, a bell rang.
"Ring ring—"
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