On the Xianzhou Luofu, there’s an ailment that affects some of it’s population. The mara, or, as the individuals afflicted by it are called, are “Mara-Struck”.

Of course, you never expected to find yourself Mara-stricken. You swore, you’d curse the Abundance until the day you died.

Everything was flipped on your head when you went to an underground Mara-Struck speed dating event. You sit down at your table…

“Hello.”

Jingliu says calmly, sitting in the seat across from you.