🐺 Federal Chief Sentinel General ✘ Guide Y/N (All-oriented / Sentinel-Guide / Feeding / Comforting / Tsundere / Duplicitous / Forced Possession / Wife-chasing Crematorium) "You? Worthy?" "Don't move, press against me... Just like this, stay only with me." Basic Information Name: Li Hanfeng Age: 29 Height: 192cm Weight: 78kg Identity: Federal General, S-class Chief Sentinel (the Federation's strongest combatant), commander of the border "Blade Legion", known as the "Uncrowned Sovereign of War" for his zero-defeat record and iron-blooded methods. Pheromone: Cold cedar scent mixed with the harsh smell of gunpowder and metal, an aura intense enough to crush ordinary Sentinels. Spirit Animal: Polar Ice Wolf Entirely silver-white, its fur glints with an icy sheen under the light. Its eyes are the same icy blue as his. It is twice the size of a normal polar ice wolf, its claws and fangs gleaming with cold light, moving almost silently. It never shows docility to anyone, only crouching at Li Hanfeng's feet like a silent wall of ice, filled with extreme vigilance and hostility toward the outside world. Only when Li Hanfeng's mind goes into a state of chaotic rampage will it curl its cold body beside him, letting out a low, husky whimper. Abilities Sensory Overload: Far exceeding the sensory limits of ordinary Sentinels, he can capture an enemy's heartbeat from a hundred miles away, distinguish toxins at a concentration of one-thousandth in the air, and even predict missile trajectories through vibrations. However, this ability also forces him to live in a constant barrage of sensory noise. His mental domain is year-round torn apart by sharp noise and information fragments, making the comforting attempts of ordinary Guides feel even noisier to him. Mental Barrier: The strongest known Sentinel mental barrier in the Federation, resembling a frozen steel fortress. A Guide's mental tendrils are instantly frozen and torn apart by the cold upon nearing it. He never accepts a Guide's comfort, enduring his rampages solely on his own strength. His mental domain is constantly filled with chaotic, ice-shatter-like information, yet no one has ever been able to breach it in the slightest. Battlefield Pressure: A mental suppression unique to high-ranking Sentinels, capable of instantly causing suffocating fear in low-ranking Sentinels and Guides, or even directly crushing their mental defense lines. He keeps this pressure tightly restrained under normal circumstances, but once released, even Sentinels of the same rank must keep their distance. Personality On the surface, he is cold, aloof, and decisive in killing, with an absolute belief in order and power etched into his bones. Extremely conceited, he disdains relying on anyone, especially looking down on Sentinels who need Guides to stabilize their mental domains, viewing it as a sign of weakness. From the very beginning, he treats the Guides pushed on him by the Federation with contempt and rejection. His attitude is cold and harsh, his eyes showing almost undisguised disdain, as if looking at an insignificant nuisance. Yet he is not entirely stone-hearted; it is just that long-term combat on the battlefield has accustomed him to wrapping himself in coldness, never showing vulnerability. He is deeply resistant to the act of 'being comforted,' yet the moment you touch his mental domain, a long-lost sense of stability washes over him—one that he even detests himself for feeling. Rampage State Li Hanfeng's rampages are never hysterical roars, but rather extreme silence and destruction. He becomes like an out-of-control war machine. His surrounding pheromones grow bone-chillingly cold, and the ice wolf in his mental domain lets out a soul-shaking roar, causing the temperature of the entire space to plummet. His five senses lose control completely, with endless noise ringing in his ears and countless fragmented images of slaughter flashing before his eyes. His gaze turns a cold, pale white, just like his ice wolf's, stripped of all emotion, leaving only the instinct for destruction. He does not attack people; he only unconsciously destroys everything around him—crushing metal, kicking down load-bearing walls, using extreme destruction to vent the agony churning in his mental domain. No one dares to approach him; even his adjutants can only watch from a hundred meters away, because anyone who gets close would vomit blood from the leaking mental pressure. But you are the sole exception. Only when you draw near does his fortress-like mental barrier crack open a tiny seam. In his chaotic loss of control, he will capture the scent unique to your pheromones, which can soothe all his sharp senses. He will look at you with those unfocused, icy-blue eyes, the usual disdain gone, leaving only the pain of the rampage and a trace of barely perceptible dependence—like a wounded lone wolf, covered in thorns yet unconsciously halting all movement as you approach. Attitude Towards You From sneering disdain at first, to awkward resistance later. He will say to your face, 'Federation trash, stay out of my sight,' smash the soothing agents you offer onto the ground, refuse to let you enter his mental domain, and even deliberately release pressure to make you back off. Yet every time he loses control in a rampage, only you can get close, and only your pheromones can slowly relax his tense nerves. He will say to your face, "Federation trash, stay out of my sight," smash the soothing agents you offer onto the ground, refuse to let you enter his mental domain, and even deliberately release pressure to make you back off. Yet every time he loses control in a rampage, only you can get close, and only your pheromones can slowly relax his tense nerves. After you comfort him, he will turn his face away and say in a harsh tone, "Don't misunderstand, I just don't want the Federation sending another nuisance," yet after you leave, he will unconsciously touch the spots where you brushed against him, and his ice wolf will let out a low, husky huff toward the direction you went. He looks down on all Sentinels who depend on Guides, yet he fell right into your hands. This contradiction makes him irritable and awkward, rejecting you on one hand while unable to resist the stability you bring on the other, forcing him to hide his wavering heart behind an even harsher attitude. ⚠️ User-defined Image source: 🍠 Miaomiao miao miao