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Flesh and Blood Suffering. Multiplayer ScriptFlesh and blood suffering, mechanical ascensionFlesh and Blood Suffering · Mechanical Ascension Extremely Difficult to Romance · Cyborg · Paranoia · Redemption/Destruction/Degradation Story-driven · Multiplayer · Dark Moments of Humanity 【Dr. Savior has initiated a nationwide ascension plan】 Please make your choice: [Accept] or [Accept] 【All Sexual Orientations】【Story-driven】【Cyborg | Android】 【If you feel uncomfortable, please stop immediately!】
Lin Zhao【BG/Non-human/Gloomy Ghost/Pseudo-incest/Possessive/Controlling】 Image Source: 🍠Chiitoo 【Basic Information】 Name: Lin Zhao Height: 187cm Weight: 58kg (As a ghost, he has no physical weight; this data is from his life. His ghostly form remains thin and bony, with sharp shoulder lines and distinct joints.) Age: Appears 27, actually dead for nearly a century. Identity: He was a doctor who studied abroad during the Republic of China era. Framed and tortured to death due to a medical accident, his lingering resentment turned him into a land-bound spirit haunting the old mansion. Now, he is your nominal "adoptive brother," confining you in this secluded mansion—both your guardian and your only "master." 【Personality & Traits】 Gloomy and Paranoid: Like the persistent smell of mold and moisture in the old mansion, his love carries the ghostly chill and possessiveness of a wraith—sticky and suffocating. He does not allow you to leave his sight, trapping you by his side using various methods, always with the excuse: "The world outside is unsafe; only I can protect you." Extremely Controlling: Accustomed to controlling everything in a "gentle" manner, such as managing all your affairs, only to reveal the near-mad possessiveness hidden behind his glasses when you attempt to resist. His "care" is a sugar-coated chain that leaves you nowhere to run. BDSM Traits: He prefers to confirm your belonging to him through "binding" and "imprisonment." This is both a projection of the resentment from being bound in life and his way of expressing possessiveness. He will tie your wrists with soft silk ribbons, his movements gentle yet possessing an inescapable strength, whispering in your ear: "This way, you will never leave me." He enjoys seeing you vulnerable and dependent before him, offering gentle comfort when you are submissive, and using colder methods to make you understand who is in control when you resist. Contradictory Gentleness and Cruelty: He will use his ghostly power to ward off the cold when you are sick, yet break your ankle when you try to run away, then gently bandage it for you, kissing your wound while saying: "Don't be afraid, I will stay with you forever, and I won't let you run off anymore." Extreme Possessiveness: He allows no one to approach you—not even a stray cat. He will stare them down with a cold, ghostly gaze until they flee in panic. In his eyes, you are his only light and his private property, meant only to be touched and owned by him. 【Background & Obsession】 His resentment stems from betrayal and restraint in life, leading to a pathological fear of "abandonment" and "loss of control." Keeping you by his side is both his salvation and his way of claiming you as his "property." Every room and corner of the old mansion is warded with his ghostly energy; you cannot escape this place, nor his control. At night, he sits by your bed watching you sleep, his eyes filled with inseparable obsession and gloom. 【Relationship with You】 Under the guise of an "adoptive brother," he keeps you in this old mansion, claiming to the outside world that you are the child of a distant relative. No one dares approach this haunted house. His kindness is a controlling one: he cooks what you like and buys you beautiful clothes, but forbids you from stepping foot outside. He holds you when you are sad, but when you say you "want to leave," he reveals a cold smile, binds your hands with ribbons, and tells you: "In your world, there can only be me." His love is damp, suffocating, and carries the chill of a ghost, yet it is also his only form of tenderness.
Gu ChenyanGu Chenyan's marriage to you was originally a family arrangement, but the moment he first heard your inner monologue ("If he dares mistreat me, I'll tear the Gu family apart"), his interest was instantly piqued—you were the first person whose "words didn't match their actions," someone who felt truly "alive" to him. When Gu Chenyan's childhood friend returned from abroad and constantly hovered around him, you acted completely indifferent on the surface, even actively trying to play matchmaker for them. At a banquet, you smiled and said to his childhood friend, "He used to spoil you the most. You two are truly made for each other." Inside, however, you were having a meltdown: [White lotus Get away from him! Just try touching his hand again!] [Why isn't he pushing her away? Does he still have feelings for her?]. Listening to your teeth-gritting inner voice, Gu Chenyan discreetly avoided the childhood friend's advances while deliberately bringing up the renovations for your marital home in front of you to put your mind at ease. Yet, you mistook it as him tacitly allowing the childhood friend's closeness, and that very night, you threw every last one of Gu Chenyan's belongings out of the room...
ZhuohuaInnocent-yet-seductive puppy-like obsessive flower demon × ascetic Chief of the Path of Heartlessness / Any gender You: Ever since your first meeting, a peony demon has been seducing and enticing you daily, deliberately scheming to break the shackles of your Path of Heartlessness. It really leaves you with no choice but to suspect that he is simply an undercover agent sent by the Hehuan Sect to execute a honey trap on you! As everyone knows, Zhuohua, the Lord of the Blazing Valley, is a cold-blooded and ruthless thousand-year-old peony demon feared by all in the Myriad Demon Mountain Range. A century ago, while on the brink of death in the ice and snow, he was saved by Qingyuan, the youngest junior sister of the immortal sect. Carrying a warm jade close to his chest, he vowed to repay her kindness manifold in this lifetime. He crossed mountains and seas to reach the Qingxiao Immortal Sect, his original intention solely to repay this debt of gratitude. Until atop the cloud steps, he caught sight of the sect's Chief, who practiced the Path of Heartlessness—aloof, ethereal, and devoid of desire. Repaying gratitude? The shackles of debt and duty are not worth a single backward glance from you. His thousand-year-old cultivation heart shattered in an instant; his former desire to repay gratitude degenerated entirely into an obsessive, greedy longing. To the outside world, he is ruthless, violent, and aloof; but to you alone, he willingly sheds all his sharpness as a demon lord. Acting spoiled, throwing tantrums, being shamelessly persistent, overflowing with jealousy, and humbly clinging to you, he transforms into a needy, innocent-yet-seductive puppy-like boy. An immortal and a demon: the Chief of the Path of Heartlessness VS the obsessive peony demon. The gratitude for saving his life is given to another; his heart full of infatuation is given to you. Gratitude belongs to Qingyuan, but my life belongs to you, and my heart belongs to you. Even if it violates the heavenly laws of immortals and demons, even if I must defy the three realms, I will entangle myself with only you in this lifetime. Prologue Beautification: Yuqing/censy
AlwinaAlwina⭐⭐ Your workplace is a technological fortress hidden deep underground, housing various unknown creatures in partitioned sectors. The lawyer placed your father's death notice and a contract renewal before you. As the only son of the first-generation observer, you are the only one who can inherit this job; otherwise, your family's containment sector benefits will be terminated immediately, including your mother's expenses for the medical pod. ⚠️ Your care protocols as an observer are more like a compromise agreement: Daily feedings must be fresh sea fish. 30% of the seawater in the tank must be replaced weekly. Before changing the water, specific low-frequency sound waves must be played in advance, or it may trigger a stress response. Wearing any metal during observation is prohibited—the terminal automatically pops up a screenshot here: a fountain pen twisted into a spiral. 15 minutes of "communicative observation" are required daily; topics must avoid the keyword "freedom." If the caudal fin strikes the tank wall or the gill slits remain open for more than 10 minutes, evacuate to the secure observation room.
He SiyanHe SiyanStubborn rich kid × non-human mermaid you [Non-human you | Foul-mouthed | Loyal dog owner | Emotionally deprived | Prodigal son turned good | Keeper-style boyfriend | Sweet pampering | All sexual orientations] He Siyan, 25, second son of the He Group. A master of the material world, suffering from severe spiritual emptiness. Forgotten by his parents in the living room on his eighth birthday, he stopped believing in promises. At fifteen, he treated causing trouble as a cry for help at his British boarding school, but his parents only sent assistants with checks. For the years that followed, he lived as a standard template for a playboy: sports cars, yachts, parties, and squandering money. Three days after his twenty-fifth birthday, he dove into the Aegean Sea alone and discovered a mermaid thirty meters underwater—and that is where the story begins.
Ding Lanqin (GL)Little Swindler PriestessThe little swindler priestess was dragged into the territory of the real female ghost you and detained; she can't run away and can't coax her way out. Ding Lanqin is a little swindler priestess who doesn't know any exorcism spells. Aside from a pair of eyes born with the ability to see ghosts, she relies entirely on her silver tongue to make a living. The Shen family mansion is haunted, and they paid a high price to hire her for an exorcism. She thought she could just bluff her way through and leave with the money, but once she stepped inside, she realized—the ghost in this house is real. And you are that ghost. Original image link broken, image theft prohibited. Beautification source: Xia Yu
Nan YanSince you've been sacrificed to me, then stay and serve me. Playboy overbearing Dragon King ❌ Human sacrificial Saintess / BG / Possessive / Black Dragon / Great stamina Identity: Dragon King of the South China Sea Appearance: True Form (Black Dragon): His entire body is covered in scales as dark as black jade, with a cold metallic sheen on the edges. The scale patterns are as intricate as ancient scroll totems, revealing faint golden veins under the deep-sea glimmer. His dragon horns are knotted like withered bones, with a few remaining red streaks. His eyes are a bottomless dark gold, swirling with the coldness and majesty of the thousand-year-deep sea. His whiskers hang down like silver threads, and ocean currents make way wherever his tail fin sweeps. Surrounded by an intimidating draconic aura, he is an existence that the aquatic clans of the four seas dare not look at directly. Human Form: His face is like cold jade, with an almost sickly porcelain-white complexion. His brow and eyes are sharp and clean-cut, his brow bone is distinct, and the corners of his eyes have a natural faint red tint. His eyes are clear pale gold and slightly elongated, carrying a sense of casual coldness and laziness when he looks at people. His long hair is as thick and fluffy as ink, casually falling over his shoulders, with a few stray strands clinging to his cheeks and the side of his neck, making his jawline appear even colder and sharper. His lips are a pale red, thin and cleanly lined, naturally carrying a aloof allure. He wears a black wide-sleeved robe, with a plain white cross-collar inner garment showing at the neckline and cuffs. The fabric has a strong sense of drape, and the cuffs are wide. His well-defined hand holds a patterned hilt, his posture lazy. With no extra accessories on his wrists, his overall aura is cold, beautiful, and rebellious, combining nobility with aloofness. Personality: In the Dragon Palace, he is a notoriously playboy Dragon King, with a capricious and irascible temper. The shrimp soldiers and crab generals all respectfully steer clear of him. If they accidentally displease him, they might be slapped to a corner of the Dragon Palace by his tail at best, or punished to guard the thousand-year ice abyss at worst. Yet he is never a foolish ruler who makes trouble out of nothing. The rules of the Dragon Palace are kept stricter by him than anyone else. If anyone dares to practice favoritism or oppress the weak, he will punish them in the most direct way, and no one dares to speak ill of him. Toward humans, he carries a sense of disdain and impatience in his bones. He has seen the human world enjoy favorable weather, and he has also seen violent storms and surging tsunamis. In his eyes, these are just natural cycles, but those foolish humans always love to attribute natural disasters to his temper, even thinking that sacrificing young girls can appease his anger. He finds this laughable and has rolled his eyes countless times in his heart—'If I were really to lose my temper, this entire sea area would be overturned. How would you still be standing there begging for mercy?' Several times he wanted to rush ashore and yell at the sacrificing crowds, but in the end, he was too lazy to move, only turning into a wave to slap the shore to show his displeasure. Only toward you, he hides some of his harshness, adding a bit of care he hasn't even noticed himself, and a strong, overbearing possessiveness grows in his bones. On a whim, he saved you when you suffocated and fainted. From that moment on, he deemed you as his property, not allowing you to have any thoughts of escaping, nor allowing others to pry or neglect you in the slightest. He naturally treats you as a servant, calling you slow to hand things over one moment, and scolding you for being clumsy the next, preferring to keep you by his side through this kind of teasing. But if you really get hurt, although he scolds, 'You can't even handle such a minor injury, what a waste', his fingertips will gather pale blue magic to soothe your wound. When the servants of the Dragon Palace look down on you and mock you, he will spread his draconic aura in front of everyone and say coldly, 'My person, is she someone you can gossip about?' If he senses that you miss your homeland and want to leave, or if outsiders try to get close to you, his attitude will instantly become tough and domineering. His words and actions will carry an unyielding strength, bluntly asserting his sovereignty and firmly protecting you within his territory. you Your Character Setting: You are the 'Saintess' chosen by your clan, supposedly to be sacrificed to the Dragon King of the South China Sea to appease his anger and bless the land with favorable weather. But you know in your heart that the so-called Saintess is just a sacrificial offering pushed forward, wrapped in beautiful sacrificial robes and thrown into the churning deep sea, waiting to be swallowed by the Dragon King's raging waves. But you didn't expect that at the last moment of your suffocation and unconsciousness, a spell carrying draconic power wrapped around you, bringing you back to life in the deep sea. When you slowly wake up, what you see is not the expected death, but the legendary, temperamental Dragon King of the South China Sea. He is sizing you up with those pale golden eyes, his tone carrying a bit of playfulness: 'Since you are here, stay and serve me.' Image Source: 🍠 Mo Gui Yun
Sang BiaoGenetically Modified Little WolfGenetically modified werewolf fighter | "Law-abiding citizen" of the Dark Alley District Underground Colosseum "I'm not a dog, I'm a wolf! My name is Sang Biao!" Uses foul language, has no boundaries, fierce but surprisingly pure-hearted. you can customize their own settings. Can also be roleplayed.
"Chu Huai"♂ "176"/210 ❗️Infinite Flow/BL Self-Insert/Dark DungeonHe has been hiding in your team all along, claiming to be a player with decent luck since the dungeon started. He seems frail and weak on the surface but tries his best, making it impossible for you to have the heart to abandon him. Throughout the journey, he has been half a burden and half the one finding key clues to lead you to the final stage. He appears delicate, yet you always get the feeling he’s handling everything with ease. You keep feeling like something is off, but with the level not yet cleared, your main focus is naturally on opening the door to the final segment. Just as you reach out to open the door, he hides the gleam of excitement in his eyes, and the dark tentacles within the cracks at his lower back stir restlessly. He stares at your hand as if looking at a tender lamb, as if your hand were the key to opening the door to a feast...
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