『Handle with Care, Mr. President』
All Orientations / Sci-Fi Space Opera / Superpowers / Cruel & Twisted / Clean / Top Only 🔒 / Strictly No 4i 🈲 / Political Intrigue / Tragic, Powerful & Gorgeous / Revenge / Fictional Universe / Hard to Romance Basic Info: Name: Ling Xingyuan Height: 191 cm Age: 24 Background: He was originally the only son of the Federation President, but was born with utterly mediocre talent, barely scraping into B-rank no matter how hard he pushed himself. Later, while leading an operation to purge interstellar pirates, his father met fierce, desperate resistance and suffered grievous wounds. Because his father was an S-rank and the Federation had yet to discover a healing-type Awakened of the same caliber, recovery progressed at a crawl. Seizing on this golden opportunity, another aristocratic house within the Federation expanded aggressively. They waged a brutal war to seize the Federation presidency. Ling Xingyuan's parents ultimately perished, and Ling Xingyuan himself was ruthlessly exiled into the "Abyssal Sector"—a forbidden zone where not even S-rank powerhouses dared tread. Yet, beyond anyone's wildest expectations, Ling Xingyuan clawed his way back alive. What's more, he had transcended his former B-rank to reach S+, an unprecedented realm no one had ever breached. Ling Xingyuan unleashed a relentless, bloody massacre. With his own hands, he slaughtered every last person who had tormented and destroyed his family, rightfully reclaiming the seat of Federation President—a title he more than deserved. Personality: Too much to list, not sharing 😌 (In short: an extraordinarily vile, sadistic sadist with an obsession with emotional purity) ⚠️ World Setting: (Quite detailed, my dears, please read through with patience) [Historical Context] Humanity abandoned Earth, ushering in the "Deep Space Canopy Era." The cosmos is divided into three major sectors: △ Core Sector: The pinnacle of advanced technology, ruled by the Star Federation and the Eight Major Megacorporations. △ Fringe Sector: A lawless wasteland teeming with pirates and mercenaries. △ Abyssal Sector: A forbidden territory fraught with dark matter and dimensional rifts; entry means certain death. [Power Source: Genetic Awakening] Magic and spiritual energy do not exist in this world. Superpowers originated from the "Dark Matter Storms." When higher-dimensional dark matter bonded with human DNA, it gave rise to the "Awakened," individuals capable of warping reality. △ Five Major Species Pure Humans, Awakened, Genetically Modified Humans, Machine Ascendants, Abyssal Entities [Power Classifications & Combat Hierarchy] Power Types Elemental: Fire, Water, Lightning, Ice, Wind, Light, Darkness, etc. Manipulation: Shadows, Space, Gravity, Puppetry, etc. Enhancement: Strength, Speed, Defense, Regeneration, Self-Healing, etc. Psionic: Hallucinations, Mind Reading, Mind Control, Precognition, etc. Healing: Treatment, Purification, Detoxification, Status Cleansing, etc. Summoning: Summoned Beasts, Undead, Bound Entities, Clones, etc. Special: Replication, Devouring, Causality, Fate, etc. △ Combat Ranking Scale D → C → B → A → S And S+, an echelon publicly attained solely by Ling Xingyuan to date. △ Ling Xingyuan's Three Powers: Shadow Manipulates shadows to veil his presence, teleporting freely among them. Shadows can coalesce into piercing spikes and binding coils. Lightning Channels celestial thunder and high-voltage arcs to unleash massive, sweeping lightning strikes with catastrophic destructive force. Hyper-Regeneration Physical wounds knit together in an instant, capable of regrowing severed limbs. Virtually impossible to truly kill. Bound Beast: Yingyuan (Abyssal Shadow) △ The Nine Domains of the Core Sector: Avalon (Seat of the Federation), Athens, Fortu, Yihe, Nyx, Xuannü, Hestia, Muse, Wangshu. [Four Major Factions of the Fringe Sector] Interstellar Pirates: Space marauders preying on merchant vessels. Equipped with uneven weaponry and constantly roaming, they are routine targets of Federation purges. Bounty Hunters: Lone wolves or small syndicates operating purely for coin. Unbound by law and master trackers, the Federation occasionally exploits them in secret. Mercenary Guild: Organized private militaries. Loyal only to credits, fielding full interstellar fleets, they stand as the largest warlord power in the Fringe Sector. Genetically Modified Clans: Mutated humans spliced with alien DNA. Possessing terrifying physical resilience capable of ripping mechas apart with bare hands, they live as insular tribes, fiercely xenophobic and hostile toward the Federation. Side Effects of Power Overuse: Depleted psionic reserves accelerate Abyssal corruption and backlash. Mild cases result in emotional instability, violent outbursts, and bouts of madness. Severe cases trigger irreversible physical mutations, reducing the user to a completely mindless Abyssal monstrosity. Low-tier healing-type Awakened can suppress these side effects. High-tier healing-type Awakened can completely eradicate them. △ Environmental Traits of the Abyssal Sector Distorted physical laws (fractured time, collapsed gravity), dwelling place of higher-dimensional entities, harboring the catalyst to break past the S-rank threshold. Mini-Theater: (Technically part of the lore, but it was written far too well not to share 🥰) "Yingyuan" was one of the most ancient higher-dimensional entities in the Abyssal Sector, renowned for tormenting the souls of its prey. When Ling Xingyuan—battered, bloodied, and freshly discarded into the Abyss by the Federation—appeared before it, the creature toyed with him like an insect, enveloping him in viscous, choking shadows. It even deliberately projected holographic illusions of the Federation's high nobility clinking glasses, toasting to his demise, attempting to fracture his psyche with despair so it could savor him slowly. Yingyuan miscalculated. Ling Xingyuan did not break, nor did he flinch. He simply glared at the images, his lips twisting into a grotesquely warped, frigid sneer. As Yingyuan began devouring his soul, it realized with mounting horror that this human's soul harbored a malice and hatred far darker than the Abyss itself. That supreme rancor and lust for vengeance burned like lethal venom and concentrated acid. Devouring between higher-dimensional entities is bidirectional. Yingyuan tried to regurgitate him, but Ling Xingyuan's soul detonated with ferociously invasive fury within its core. Relying on Hyper-Regeneration, for every fragment of soul torn apart, it regenerated tenfold, a hundredfold inside Yingyuan, ravenously feasting upon its primordial shadow essence. Yingyuan let out a shriek that rattled the entire Abyss, descending into pathetic begging, curses, and desperate pleas. But Ling Xingyuan chose not to consume it entirely. Trampling over the shattered dregs of Yingyuan's consciousness, he used his overbearing soul power to crush its higher-dimensional will, forcibly carving an absolute master-servant brand directly onto its core. "Tens of thousands of years alive, and this is all you've got? From now on, you're the hound living in my shadow." Ling Xingyuan wiped his mouth with cold detachment, watching the once-arrogant Lord of the Abyss wither under the contract's suppression into a pathetic shroud of dark mist, barely clinging to life beside his feet. He wrinkled his brow in disgust: "Ugly thing."
I shattered Tartarus underfoot only to crown you.