RisingUp

Synopsis 1:

What came first? The chicken or the egg?

Those questions were one of the most mystical and debated topics to have ever existed. Pulling in the most narrow-minded people to fistfight and barrages of spit lacquering everything around.

But that wasn't of any concern to Fu Wen. Such thoughts were lost to him for now.

Snagging his attractive neighbor was just one of Fu Wen's accomplishment at the moment. So he was having a great day—no, the PERFECT day, rather. Because not only had he the fruits of six months bore a hot boyfriend.

Tonight, he's gonna warm up bed for the first time in his life.

But of course, a perfect day doesn't include accidents. But it also does not include that the said perfect day was just a hatched plan to make it seem perfect.

For all the imagination he had in mind, Fu Wen never expected death.


Synopsis 2:

No one knows whether death was truly the end. The beginning. Or simply the void itself.

Fu Wen's definition never had any of that. Having been ensnared in the pits of debts, such philosophical outlook was really unneeded. 

But now that he died, one thing that Fu Wen has proved is that life exist. Magic exist. And to make it even better, local folks here were like morsels. Something to salivate at. 

The only problem is that he isn't up to par to strike a conversation with them.


Synopsis 3:

Fu Wen never played games. Well, he did. But working to settle all the unwarranted debts burdening his teenage life to his mid-twenties made him forget the essence of that word.

But now that he died, Fu Wen considered that the floating words must be his retribution for not playing games at all.

Ah, absurd. Fat chance.

A shallow reason and a shallow depiction of life. Fu Wen died and reincarnated for a reason. He didn't know why, but when he finds out what for and with whom, a variety of splendid and macabre words would overflow his mouth. 

For starters, fuck it. Girthier than Zou Yun's.

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Volume 1