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System Tearstone

YanYeXin
"Soon, System Tearstone Will Break You On The Marble Floor" — System Tearstone theme song Centuries ago, a new kind of curse was created. It was named System Tearstone—or simply Crimson Heart. It was made to punish a fallen god. But the curse had no form. Only a red gem floating in dark fog. Until it met a perfectly broken soul—Kirihito Orohana, later known as Wèi Yīlíng. The curse roamed for half an eternity, bound to revenge and its own mission: to win the Violet Throne and become a god itself. But cool ice always melts. Will he never fall for anyone and claim the throne? Or will he remove his own existence—by destroying the curse, or by becoming the full Violet Gem once more? Welcome to System Tearstone— where soft beginnings lie, and descent is inevitable… and beautiful. Author's Note: The beginning may feel soft—almost deceptively gentle. Please do not be fooled. System Tearstone is my beloved monster. Written without safety, without shortcuts, carved straight from bone and breath. It is a story about devotion that scars, about gods who fail, and about choosing to feel—even when feeling hurts. If you choose to read this, you become one of my Tearstones—something fragile, something precious, kept close through both tears and quiet smiles. This is not a game system. It is an emotionally cursed one. Announcement: This book's Version 2 is coming soon! Please do not be mad at your little author for being messy here—this was just the first time. The next one will be better, I promise ♡ But I cannot guarantee that Version 2 will be my last try. I might rewrite this book many times, in many ways. So you will meet them again and again—better than before. Extremely sorry for being irregular. But I will try my best to give you chapters that feel satisfying and seen.
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