The Passing Stranger Is the Doomsday Boss

Shen Jue transmigrated into a bystander character in a post-apocalyptic novel. This bystander was an ordinary person without any special abilities—a lowly employee in a research institute who spent their days conducting experiments and cheering on others like a hype man. Shen Jue was quite satisfied with his new identity and even found himself a compatible partner. Though his partner was often away on missions and spoke little, he had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and could get half a month’s work done in a single day. Life was sweet, and Shen Jue lived happily. After seven uneventful years, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind: "Want to change your cannon fodder fate and experience an extraordinary life? Want to find the meaning of existence and save this broken world? The Cannon Fodder Counterattack System is at your service!" "No thanks," Shen Jue replied without hesitation. The system was devastated. It had only been seven years late, but now its assigned host just wanted to live a mundane life, lazing around and smooching his partner all day long. The world was about to end, and these two were still cuddling— Until one day, the system discovered a secret. The soul of its host… seemed to be the very same entity destined to destroy the world in the original novel. …Oh dear God, host, please just stay ordinary! --- Many in the Ability Center knew that Zong Lian had a beloved partner. This cold and reticent strongest human ability user would—after driving his lance through the heart of an abyssal creature—pull out a pocket watch gifted by his lover with his mutated, distorted hand and press a kiss to it. Like a tender prayer, as if willingly trapping himself in a gentle prison. Rumors said Zong Lian’s partner was nothing but a powerless, pretty face with no other redeeming qualities. Then one day, Zong Lian’s partner was kidnapped by an SSS-tier abyssal creature. Zong Lian went berserk. As a group charged into the creature’s nest, they found his partner holding a knife to the creature’s throat, smiling sweetly: "Two choices. One, you stretch your neck a little closer. Two, I push the blade in. Which will it be?"