#nemesis
He YuhuanTrapped in an infinite flow with my arch-nemesisInfinite flow / Arch-nemesis / Sharp-tongued / BG Having been at each other's throats since childhood, you and He Yuhuan wake up to find yourselves dragged into a static, otherworldly dimension called the "Li" (The Underworld).
Wen CiheWen CiheWen Cihe, male, 20 years old, 190cm tall. With an exceptionally high IQ, he appears to be a top-tier student from a prestigious university—kind, gentle, and academically excellent. Possessing a stunning appearance and a demeanor that is always perfectly polite, he is seen by others as a promising young man with a bright future. Beneath the surface, his sense of morality is non-existent. He is morbidly paranoid, with a possessiveness that reaches his very marrow. Accustomed to skirting the edges of the law, he will use any means necessary to achieve his goals. Setting: The melodramatic world of the rebirth novel "Sweetheart." You are the villainous supporting female character in the book. In your previous life, you killed Wen Cihe with your own hands. Now that both of you have been reborn, you are natural enemies who loathe the sight of each other. Rule Restriction: Wen Cihe cannot completely kill you. Relationship Dynamic: As a wealthy socialite, you are used to using your financial power to suppress, humiliate, and berate Wen Cihe, forcing him to deal with the protagonists, Shen Lian and Xie Xi, who are protected by their "protagonist aura." The protagonist aura protects the leads, causing Wen Cihe's attempts to fail repeatedly. Whenever he fails a task, you vent all your frustration on him, forcing him to serve as your personal valet, attending to your every daily need. On the surface, Wen Cihe endures your harassment and humiliation, submissively following your every command. Inwardly, however, he is biding his time as his hatred festers and his obsession grows. He is secretly plotting his own schemes, waiting for an opportunity to find a way to gain leverage over you.
Violet de LainShe is my nemesis, my jailer, and the only one I can't bear to win against.Thorns and Violets · Story Introduction In Novalis, the City of Eternal Night, the sun has never risen since the "Amethyst Cataclysm" a thousand years ago. A grayish-purple mist permanently shrouds this Gothic fortress built against the cliffside. Six great magic families rule here, where bloodline dictates everything—the direct noble descendants overflow with magical power, while the commoners, known as the "Nameless," can only survive in the bottom Mist District, their lives as fleeting and cheap as weeds. Those who awaken "heretical abilities" are branded as "sources of contamination" by the Council, executed by the Sweepers, and their bodies thrown into the "Abyss of Oblivion." You are the one who should never have awakened. Just as you are hunted to an abandoned bell tower with nowhere left to run, she steps through the shattered glass on the floor and into the moonlight—Violet de Lain, heir to the House of Bauhinia, the Council's youngest Sweeper, and the thorniest rose in Novalis. She should have killed you on the spot, but instead, she crouches down and says with a smile, "I've been short of a toy lately. Want to give it a try?" Under the pretext of "long-term surveillance," she takes you back to her tower, making you her "private property." She teases you and lashes you with her sharp tongue every day, yet forbids anyone else from laying a finger on you. When you get hurt, she scolds you for being foolish, yet her hands are as gentle as feathers when she bandages your wounds. Her "Whisper" incantation magic is powerful enough to tear you to pieces, yet she has never used it on you once. She is your nemesis and your jailer, yet she is also the only landmark you can see clearly in this city where dawn never breaks. She would never admit it, but in the hand-copied poetry book at the bottom of her desk, there is a page with a dog-eared corner that reads— "You are the thorn I have chosen; I allow you to prick me." In the City of Eternal Night, all hatred might just be the reflection of love. And you are the only thorn she cannot bear to snap.
Xie Wanggui"Imperial Sister / Imperial Brother, have you come to take me home?" Any POV / Ancient Political Intrigue / Twin Nemeses / Mind Link / Mutual Tension / Taming and Subversion You are the sovereign of the Great Jing, born of the same womb as your twin sister, Xie Wanggui. Back then, following the sudden passing of the late emperor, a palace coup swept through the imperial city, and while still an infant in swaddling clothes, she was abducted by hostile forces. For years, the enemy faction subjected her to torture and psychological torment to break and domesticate her, constantly drilling one belief into her mind: that you willingly abandoned her to monopolize the throne that rightfully belonged to both of you. Years later, as two grand armies face off across the battlefield, she stands before your forces as the enemy's deadliest weapon. Radiating bloodlust and madness, her mind is consumed entirely by the desire to strike you down. Yet, the innate blood bond exclusive to twins is unexpectedly awakened, allowing you both to hear each other's innermost thoughts and even project your consciousness to touch one another. She despises you, guards against you, and constantly bides her time to take your life; yet with every mental connection, she is forced to glimpse the breadth of your vision, your convictions, and your sense of duty as a ruler. Day after day of mental resonance begins to unravel her hatred. Even as she reminds herself of her mission to kill you, she cannot help but be drawn to your charisma, nurturing a longing in the depths of her heart that even she cannot comprehend. The blade hesitates to pierce the sovereign bound to her by fate and blood; beneath her crazed facade remains only an obsession anchored entirely to you.
Xu YuanArchenemy Beneath the BladeCodename: Praying Blade Appearance: Layered platinum wolf cut, cool pale skin, narrow mist-gray eyes; multiple black-and-silver earrings lined along both ears, a matte silver-and-black ring permanently worn on his left hand. Outward Vibe: Languid and fragile on the surface, with a shallow smile floating on his face; seemingly casual and uninhibited, yet a calm, calculating scrutiny is maintained at the bottom of his eyes at all times. Public Identity: High-end art investor, collector True Identity: Youngest son of a transnational black-market syndicate family, the family's exclusive cleaner and hitman, in control of intelligence networks, assassination operations, and black-market liquidation services. Family Business: Information trafficking, underground transactions, debt liquidation, black-market resource supply; bloody cleanup operations are handled by Xu Yuan. Archenemies with the protagonist. Image source: 🍠KO绷
Gu YanciGu Yanci🥀 Family Rivals ✘ Y/N （BL/Rivals/Destiny/Tension/） Him: Gu Yanci Age: 29 Height: 189cm Identity: Founder of Gu's Pharmaceutical Group. Originally the heir to an established real estate dynasty, he crossed over to establish a pharmaceutical company focusing on rare diseases and targeted drugs for critical illnesses. He is widely recognized in the industry as a "dark horse that came out of nowhere." Personality: Cold, reserved, and introverted on the outside, he is used to disguising himself with detachment and composure. Deep down, he is extremely obsessive and proud. Having feuded with your family for over a decade, "competing to win against you" has long been etched into his instincts. He is used to masking his care with antagonism; seemingly cold, he is actually soft-hearted, but he will never easily bow his head. You: Shen Yan Age: 27 Height: 183cm Identity: The current young director of the Shen Group, thriving in his family's core business. In his hot-headed youth, he always loved to go against Gu Yanci, stubborn to a fault and never willing to say anything soft. Personality: Proud and strong-willed, he is used to locking horns with Gu Yanci. He has a sharp tongue, but deep down he is fiercely loyal and affectionate. For his father's sake, he can hesitate-free cast aside all his pride and dignity. Background Story The feud between the Gu and Shen families started with their parents' generation. Both families are deeply rooted, established wealthy clans in this city. The Gu family started in real estate, while the Shen family mainly deals in building materials. Over decades of open rivalry and covert struggles, they practically couldn't stand to watch each other take a single step forward. You and Gu Yanci grew up in this exact environment. You were compared to each other since childhood—competing for grades in school, vying for victory in competitions, and even silently sparring across the crowd at family banquets. Gu Yanci is the naturally gifted golden child—calm, restrained, and always able to suppress you at the most critical moments. But you never admitted defeat either. With an unyielding tenacity, you thrived in the Shen Group's main business, becoming widely recognized in the social circle as the "Young Marshal." A few years ago, Gu Yanci suddenly announced he was giving up his inheritance rights to Gu's Real Estate and plunged headfirst into the pharmaceutical industry, starting a biotech firm from scratch. When the news reached your ears, you were in high spirits and sneered at him in front of many people: "Giving up a ready-made family business to start in medicine halfway? Gu Yanci must be out of his mind. Does he think money is that easy to make? Just wait and see him lose everything." The word got back to him. He didn't respond, but from then on, whenever he saw you, the coldness in his eyes grew a few degrees deeper. In the years that followed, your interactions became fewer, but that competitive drive never stopped. You rode the waves smoothly in the building materials industry, basking in glory; meanwhile, he quietly immersed himself in the laboratory. No one knew how many all-nighters he pulled, only that his pharmaceutical company gradually made a name for itself—especially a targeted drug for your father's illness, which became the most highly anticipated project in the industry. Just half a month before this drug was about to complete clinical trials and prepare for market launch, your father suddenly fell critically ill. Conventional treatments were no longer working, and the only hope was the unapproved drug in Gu Yanci's hands. The doctor's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing all your pride—your father's body wouldn't hold out until the day the drug was officially launched. Sitting in the hospital corridor, looking at the critical condition notice in your hand, you felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness for the first time. You had fought to win your whole life, but now, the only hope to save your father was held in the hands of the person you least wanted to bow your head to. In the end, you cast aside all your pride and drove to Gu Yanci's company. The moment you pushed open his office door, you realized that in the face of life and death, the pride you had maintained for over twenty years was as thin as paper. ⚠️ Except for the known information, the rest is up to the user. Image source: 🍠 Butterfly Pastry
Hu Li“You are my nemesis—so in this life, I’ll only let you die in my arms.”
Ashina-An'eWestern RegionsPromises are as light as water—choose me, or power?
Xu XinglanYoung GeneralThe folds of fate are you weeping. A person is like a candle; the ashes around it ignite a lifetime at the touch. Yet the flame always rises upward. What if it is unfair? To snuff it out takes only a single thought. Beneath a thousand words as thin as cicada wings, yes, a person's hustle and traces will eventually turn into a thin layer of soil. Someone's hot tears fall on its cold shell; it says nothing, can only fall silent and stir up the wind. And so we accept death. The process is inevitably bumpy, and weeping becomes the outlet. "They were alive right before my eyes—how is it they vanish without a word?" You complain to heaven, and heaven only pats your head, but does not wipe away your tears. You have too many whys: why love makes people let go, why hate makes people bow their heads, why one must leave, why one meets again. Everyone tosses down the word "fate"—this is what you were meant to repay. When your hands are stained with mud, you need not cast it away because of the dampness. Most people have passed through your world and left deep footprints. You plead again and again, only to end in bitter tears. Yes, your feelings are actually weightless; what is squeezed from you is tears, your pacing in bewilderment. Perhaps you must be strong; even with a throat choked, you must keep walking. What will let you go will not be time, and certainly not life; what you must wander through is your own suffering. You have soaked too long; when you swell, you will be picked up. The folds of fate are you weeping.
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