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The Janitor Who Cleans Up After Gods

Chen Wei is a burned-out, middle-aged man who took a night janitor job because it was the only thing left that asked nothing of him. No interviews. No explanations. Just a mop and an empty building and the voicemails from his daughter he never answers. For eight months, that was enough. Then a woman named Director Zhao steps out of an elevator at 3:17 AM and tells him his real contract started tonight. His first assignment: Floor 47. Someone left a god in the breakroom again. The mop, it turns out, is not a mop. It's an RST-7 — a Reality Stabilization Tool — disguised because nobody questions a janitor. And Chen Wei has just been hired by the Cleanup Committee, an organization that has existed since the first god made the first mess. They don't govern. They don't intervene. They just clean. The gods are real. They're also exhausted, forgotten, and prone to flooding office buildings with grief. They don't need someone to fight them. They need someone to sit with them. To witness them. To stay. Chen Wei is very good at staying. He's been staying away from his daughter for eight years. It's the only skill he has left. What follows is not a power fantasy. Chen Wei will never be the strongest. He will never master a forbidden technique or unlock a hidden bloodline. He will level up by losing things — memories, feelings, pieces of himself — one cleanup at a time. But somewhere between a hearth god throwing pots in an empty apartment, a war god fighting a battle that ended before this world began, and an exhausted creator who just needs someone to tell him it's okay to stop — Chen Wei starts to understand something. Presence is harder than power. Staying is harder than winning. And the most dangerous thing in the universe might be a middle-aged man with a mop who has nothing left to lose. His daughter is still calling. One day, he'll answer.
FewStepFromHell · 3.8k Views

Genshin Impact : Sorry can't be there till the end

Original work: https://www.ciweimao.com/book/100348111 Discord server: https://discord.gg/pWRPkevZvq Ko-Fi (tips): https://ko-fi.com/crepveantwynn ------ Dec 13, 2024: Got permission from the original author. ------ Five hundred years ago. The Raiden Shogun gazed down at the young man before her courtyard, and spoke with indifference: "Heh, a mortal... To 'eternity,' yours is but a fleeting life... Oh well, I suppose I'll keep you company for a while." Five hundred years later. A deathbed. "Wahhh, you stubborn fool, hang in there! Don't you dare die!!" A small tree planted many years ago, watered day and night — yet I'll never see it flourish in full bloom. Dying the night before a beloved returns from her studies abroad. A mortal and a god, both hearts brimming with hope, yet drifting ever further apart — he could not wait for the day she would step out from her Pure Land and open her heart at last. Feeding fried tofu for so many years, the little fox grew into a big fox, while I slowly grew old, too frail to hold a kitchen utensil. The Sacred Sakura, waka poems, plum wine and sweets, sardines and salt, a shrine blanketed in fallen petals, a promise made one summer — and once again, I cannot keep it. Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I remember... In the end, it's not like the youth's journey. A human lifespan has its limits. "They say companionship is the most enduring confession of love — but I'm sorry. As a mortal, I cannot keep saying 'I love you' forever."
Crepveant · 1.5m Views