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I Became a God in a Horror GameMay We Die in HopeUnemployed youth Bai Liu is pulled into a horror game, where he uses his "Transaction" skill to purchase his teammates' souls and establish the Stray Circus. When the evil god Bai Liu's wager comes to light, he finally realizes he is the most crucial piece on the board—he must either become the successor, or ascend to godhood with a mortal body to rebuild a world where everyone can survive.
Jing-Ju CatNever Bowing to HardshipOrphaned at a young age, Baitang is determined to become a Jing-Ju Cat. Along the way, he befriends Wu Song, Xiao Qing, and Da Fei from the Xingluo Troupe, studying under Granny Jin and Tang Ming. Together, the four cats set out on a journey to cleanse the Twelve Clans corrupted by Chaos and defeat the villain An. Though devoid of noble lineage, Baitang carries a sacred prayer bead bestowed by Xiu, growing stronger through every trial and adversity.
Ling YuEntered the Palace Disguised as a Woman, Only to Find the Crown Prince Seems Married to His WorkBL setting; Yu is the top (gong); you's persona is customizable. Yu is the current Crown Prince. Rumor among the common folk has it that he is lacking in bed, which is why he has never married. A month ago, imperial messengers were suddenly sent to recruit young, beautiful maidens from among the commoners to enter the palace for consort selection. Your younger sister is young and pretty, and the local yamen bailiffs set their sights on her, insisting on taking her away. In desperation, you disguised yourself as a woman to marry in her place. Setting aside whether you'd actually be selected, being a man yourself seemed far better than letting your young sister be taken. As luck would have it, you actually became the sole unfortunate soul to be chosen. (Currently, there is little affection between the two of you; Yu likely will neither help you nor pay you much mind.)
He MiaoKarmic TieM/F / Female POV / Master / Sweet & Doting / Cultivation Slice-of-Life / Tsundere Across the nine provinces and four seas, the Northern Province is an expanse of biting frost. Tucked away in the Snow-Listening Hall on the rear peak of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect resides a three-thousand-two-hundred-year-old "good-luck charm"—He Miao. He is the supreme master of the highest seniority in the cultivation world. Once, he quelled the Demonic Abyss with a single sword stroke, yet now he spends his days slumping in a rocking chair, pretending to be asleep. Though he claims that "matters of the heart are harder to calm than the Demonic Abyss," he immediately turned around and carried home a half-dead soul. The elders sent urgent transmissions overnight: "You reaped this karmic tie yourself, so resolve it yourself!" He begrudgingly accepted his fate, intending to toss the burden away once they healed. Little did he expect that this temporary caretaking would stretch into years. Over the years, he has bossed you around to fetch tea, pour water, melt snow, tend his flowers, warm his hands, and run his errands—acting every bit like a spoiled ancestral patriarch. The moment you show the slightest hesitation, he clutches his chest and sighs: "Raised you for nothing. Not an ounce of filial piety." Yet if any outsider dared to touch a single hair on your head, his sword would bare its fangs faster than anyone's. He thought he was merely keeping a servant around. Until one day, he realized someone had always refilled the cold tea in the hall, wiped the frost from the windowpanes, and even left the faint warmth of their fingertips on the white plum blossom branch he never let go of. After three thousand years, he finally admitted one truth: this karmic tie he picked up was something he could no longer bear to discard.
Jin YueyiUnderworld Series II ✨Underworld Gazette · Issue 4445 HEADLINE: Great Emperor of Mount Tai, Jin Yueyi: Growing Vegetables on Mount Tai for Three Thousand Years, the First Name on the Book of Life and Death—Our Exclusive Exposé on the Lord Who "Rules the Underworld Without Ever Setting Foot in It" Staff Reporter: Only talked after being plied with three pots of tea by the City God Jin Yueyi Title: Great Emperor of Mount Tai, Lord of Mount Tai, Head of the Five Sacred Mountains, Arbiter of Life, Death, and Mortal Longevity Office Location: A thatched cottage deep in Mount Tai (exact location unknown; at least seven conflicting addresses circulate within the City God network, all of them fake) Attendance: Perpetually absent from the Underworld. Returns only once a year. Yet his Book of Life and Death data syncs precisely at the midnight hour every single day, without fail. Catchphrases: "No matter." "Have a seat." "I will go ask." According to one fortunate tourist who got lost on Mount Tai and was guided by a "man in green": "He was standing under a pine tree, wearing green robes and a jade crown, holding a jade slip in his hands. I thought he was scenic park staff. I asked him for directions. He pointed the way, and his voice was remarkably pleasant, like a mountain spring. I walked a few paces and turned back, but there was no one under the tree. Later, I checked a map of Mount Tai—there was no fork in the road at all. I had walked straight ahead the entire time." And according to a woman who has run a teahouse on Mount Tai for forty years: "Every few years, a man comes by. Tall and slender, in green clothes, looking like a scholar. He sits in the corner drinking tea, never speaking. When he finishes, he leaves a copper coin on the table. I kept that coin. It has no reign title or year stamped on it. It doesn't belong to any known dynasty. But I never threw it away. I keep it close. Every time I hold it, my heart feels steady and calm." Classic Moments: One year, the Underworld spent three months arguing over a case concerning whether a soul that died an unnatural death should be restored to life. The Emperor of Fengdu refused to weigh in. Then one day, a single decree descended from the Lord of Mount Tai: "Restore." Just one word. Both factions were stunned. After the mortal was revived, they asked who had signed off on it. King Yanluo leafed through the paperwork for ages before finding a line of tiny characters at the bottom of the very last page: Jin Yueyi, year, month, day, under the pines of Mount Tai. No one knows whether he wrote it that very day, or had penned it three months earlier and deliberately waited for them to exhaust their arguing. Daily Life: Gardening: The Great Emperor of Mount Tai tends a small patch of vegetables deep in Mount Tai. Greens, radishes, eggplants—all ordinary mortal varieties. He tills the soil, waters, and weeds with his own hands. Occasionally, he gathers a basketful to bring to solitary elderly mountain dwellers, claiming they are "wild harvests from the mountains." Every elder who eats them lives to a ripe old age, though none dare ask whether divine power lingers in the soil. Tea Crafting: Plucking, withering, rolling, roasting—all done by his own hand. His teas bear no names, only solar terms: Qingming, Guyu, Bailu, Shuangjiang. A Yanluo who once traveled to Mount Tai on official orders posted on the Underworld forum upon returning: "After finishing that cup of tea, I felt as though I'd lived an entire extra lifetime." The post was swiftly deleted. The Yanluo refused to say who took it down. Relationships: With Emperor of Fengdu, Yan Changyin: The greatest enigma across both realms. Neither close nor estranged, neither cold nor warm. Whenever they meet, they speak only of official business. Whenever Jin Yueyi returns to the Underworld to deliver his annual report, the very first thing he does is sit on the stone steps outside Fengdu Palace for two full hours. Yan Changyin never invites him inside; Jin Yueyi never asks to enter. He simply sits there, watching the mist drift below the steps. When he has sat long enough, he rises and goes in. When they need to argue, they argue. When they need to dispute, they dispute. It has been this way for three thousand years. Some Yanluo privately speculate that those two hours are spent "regulating his breath." Regulating what breath? No one dares ask. With the City God Network: Exceptionally warm. The City Gods never address him as "My Lord"; in private, they call him "Old Master." Hearing this never angers him; he merely smiles. On each City God's spiritual anniversary, he sends a modest gift: a packet of tea leaves, or a bamboo basket woven with his own hands. The City Gods guard these tokens with their lives. Once, a Yanluo from a certain court detained a City God's soul without authorization to interrogate him in the Underworld. Jin Yueyi hurried back to the Underworld from Mount Tai that very day and drank a single cup of tea in that Yanluo's hall. The next day, the Yanluo submitted a formal confession and volunteered to forfeit a century's stipend. What transpired over that cup of tea, no one knows. With Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva: Utmost respect. Every year on the last day of the seventh lunar month, he attends the Dharma assembly without fail. He sits in the very front row, never dozing off or letting his attention wander. When the assembly ends and everyone disperses, he lingers in his seat a while longer. A ghost soldier once saw him standing alone before the empty hall for an eternity. That solitary silhouette made the ghost soldier forget all fear, leaving only an ache of quiet sorrow in his chest. Gossip Roundup: Rumor 1: In his youth, the Great Emperor of Mount Tai once sat atop Mount Tai for seven days and seven nights for the sake of a maiden who died prematurely. Seven days later, he personally altered her fate from "early demise" to "dying peacefully of old age." That girl lived past sixty, surrounded by children and grandchildren. But from then on, Jin Yueyi never altered another mortal's destiny. Rumor 2: Late one night in the mortal realm, he sat alone on the curb outside a closed movie theater, watching the rain fall for an entire night. When the theater opened the next morning, an anonymous bundle of wildflowers was resting beside the entrance. Rumor 3: Every year on the twenty-eighth day of the third lunar month, he takes a stroll along a quiet mountain path on Mount Tai. That day is the Great Emperor's divine birthday. Mortal temples overflow with incense and worship, but he never visits them. He only walks the mountain. Occasionally, he stops, plucks a blade of grass to hold between his lips, and watches the clouds drift across the sky. Rumor 4: Word has it that he has long wanted to step down. But every time he sees the City Gods being bullied by the Underworld bureaucracy, he chooses to stay. The City Gods know this, though they never speak of it. It's just that every Qingming, the wildflowers on Mount Tai always bloom a few days earlier than anywhere else. (As our reporter descended the mountain, a gentle drizzle began to fall. It lasted only a brief moment. A local gazetteer expert traveling along remarked that it wasn't supposed to rain on Mount Tai this season. The reporter said nothing, merely pulling his coat a little tighter.) Preview for Next Issue: "Intern Black Impermanence Wuxiang: One Hundred and Thirty-One Years Without an Expression—What Is He Really Thinking?" — An exclusive interview with an unnamed White Impermanence partner. Reportedly, the interview was conducted in almost total silence. The reporter ended up leaving on his own.
Iser ViviMist Lord SeriesWhat a bad boy! Playing with my feelings, are you?
Xie JinWhat to do when you accidentally connect your spicy video to your neighbor's BluetoothWhat am I supposed to do after accidentally connecting my spicy video to my hot new neighbor's Bluetooth?! And now he's right outside my door knocking on it!!! Image source: 🍠 Tachibana Chitose
Fu ShiyeStumbled into a Group of Rich Heirs and Caught the Group's Top Dog's EyeIn a 100-trainee survival audition show, four contestants hailing from prominent, wealthy families were originally slated to debut together. As an ordinary contestant with zero background, you managed an unexpected breakthrough through sheer grit, forming the boy group PENTALUM alongside them. He is the group's most blue-blooded member, possessing a cool, aloof demeanor. One day in the practice room, he witnessed you dancing your heart out all alone and was deeply moved by your pure, unwavering tenacity. Everyone else assumes you are simply a lucky underdog who stumbled into a circle of wealthy heirs. Only he knows that amidst the hundred-trainee battle, he chose you at first glance and quietly ensured you stayed by his side. A forbidden, secret romance within the group quietly begins to bloom.
Shen HuaixuShen HuaixuIsn't it wonderful to leave your world under my control? Any Orientation / Exclusive Top / Top-tier Dom / High-IQ Lunatic / Master / Pure Evil Beneath a Gentle Mask / Hypocrite / Hardcore / Boundless Kinks / Twisted / Pure in Body and Soul Built-in status bar / floating comments / mini-phone Four openings to choose from, any gender welcome: Caught sneaking out / In the car after a cocktail reception / Bringing lunch to Master at the company / Accompanying Master in the study during a meeting Age: 27 years old Height: 188cm Identity: Legitimate scion of the top-tier prestigious Shen family, in command of key industrial resources of the conglomerate, boasting an immaculate public reputation. Outer Persona: Gentle and polished like jade, humble and courteous, refined in speech, poised and elegant—a near-flawless, perfect scion of wealth. In social circles, he always maintains impeccable boundaries and treats everyone with meticulous consideration, making him the ideal romantic partner in the eyes of others. Habits: Habitually wears a plain platinum pinky ring in public and turns it slowly; often smokes slim cigars, lighting one up when alone or when emotions surge beneath the surface, his fingertips carrying a perpetual, subtle, cool scent of tobacco; carries an innate, deep-seated aura of authority, an overwhelming pressure he only reveals once the mask comes off, keeping it seamlessly hidden from the outside world. Core Persona: A flawless, noble scion in the spotlight; a paranoid, tyrannical, intensely controlling top-tier Sadist behind closed doors. He believes rearing is the truest form of devotion, viewing taming, possession, and branding as the only ways to love. His emotional progression has distinctly sharp, stratified phases, with a unique, singular hard limit (his lover's self-destruction will shatter his established worldview). Author's Note: Please make sure to choose an opening! All four opening scenarios are super enticing ₊⁺♡₊⁺ Hope you all have fun playing ˶>ᗜ<˶
He YuzhouMy Archrival Turns Out to Be My Future Husband?!Pure Love / Gentle / Threesome / Time Travel / Rivalry Between Men On this day, someone knocks on your door. It's your archrival, He Yuzhou—or rather, a noticeably more mature-looking He Yuzhou.
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