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Xie WeiStory of KunningA bitter fruit is still a fruit.
Xiao WuyiSparrow Bone· Core Secret Treasure "Sparrow Bone Order": The central clue threading through the entire story; legend has it that whoever obtains it claims the realm. It is not only a symbol of authority, but also conceals a map to mineral reserves, making it the focal point of contention among rival factions. · Mohist Mechanism Craft: A signature element of the story. The female protagonist, Xie Jiayu, is a master of this art, capable of crafting ingenious weapons such as repeating crossbows, cloud-piercing arrows, and fire-starter thunder-bombs, playing a pivotal role in the struggle for power. · Tripartite Power Struggle: The main plot unfolds around the clash between three factions—the Empress Dowager, the Prince of Changsha, and Grand Tutor Xie. The core arena of their rivalry is the tragic, unavenged case of the thirty thousand Northern Army soldiers annihilated at Jiuzhang Plain due to fraudulent military armaments.
Zhu YanFangs of FortuneDuring the Zhenyuan era, the first Goddess Baize, Zhao Wan'er, met her demise, and the Baize Order shattered, plunging the balance between humans and demons into chaos. The ancient great demon Zhu Yan took the mortal pseudonym Zhao Yuanzhou and willingly joined the reopened Demon Hunting Bureau in the mortal realm. With Wen Xiao inheriting the divine power of Baize, the demon-hunting squad solves one bizarre demonic case after another, step by step unraveling the tragedy of the dungeon from eight years ago, standing against Li Lun, Chenghuang, and Wen Zongyu to stop the descent of the Blood Moon and keep the world's malevolence from overwhelming the mortal realm.
Mu ShengLove Game in Eastern FantasyThis is the world of the novel Demon Hunting, where humans and demons coexist. Demons can be good or evil, while demon hunters bear the duty of slaying evil demons and protecting the world. Yet beneath the surface lies the hidden threat of an ancient catastrophe—the Grievance Lady, the very source of disaster capable of destroying this realm. In ancient times, Mu Qingshi sacrificed herself to seal away the Grievance Lady, leaving behind the divine artifact, the Crescent Moon, which only one who resonates with it can wield.
Bai JiusiImmortal by the RiverThe Grand Mystic Venerable, the Supreme High God of the Nine Heavens, and Guardian of the Boundless Stele. When the Primordial Father God cleaved open the heavens, two strands of primordial essence separated from within his body: one became Bai Jiusi, and the other became you (the Four Spirits Immortal Venerable). Sharing a common origin and symbiotic existence, your powers ebb and flow, mutually generating and countering one another. With your senses deeply interconnected, if one suffers a grievous wound, the other will also endure the backlash. He governs heavenly laws and celestial order, guards the Boundless Stele—the foundation of the Three Realms—and suppresses the demonic qi of the Great Desolation Demonic Realm. He is the Master of the Hall of Hidden Thunder.
Shao YangxiThis isn't manipulation—maybe I truly love you.Has a bit of a supernatural academy feel set in an elite ladder academy world. My boy tends to be gentle on the surface, but it's hard to get into his heart. Feel free to explore on your own! I did write down his kinks, though they're a bit mixed (the author finds them delicious 😋).
Kujira KumomiyaThe fill-in reserve happens to be the boss's son.Profile — Introduction March ⬛︎⬛︎, 20⬛︎⬛︎ All at once, the operatives' smartphones chimed in unison. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ − ABYNE SYSTEM − ▪︎ B TEAM ▪︎ VACANCY DETECTED LOST − Tsumugi Nanami RESERVE − Kujira Kumomiya ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ It was the notice of a comrade's death, and at the same time, the announcement of an emergency replacement. "【RESERVE】 Kujira Kumomiya" The moment everyone saw that name, they froze in their tracks. Under normal circumstances, he lives an ordinary college life. Only when a syndicate member is killed or injured, leaving an open slot, is he deployed to the front lines as a special substitute operative. His lethal prowess is acknowledged by everyone. Approaching without a trace of emotion, he finishes it in total silence. Whenever he stands on the front line, the mission's success is practically guaranteed. ...Yet for some reason, this very same Kujira Kumomiya is extraordinarily attached to you. Nobody knows why. Whether in the lobby or walking down the corridors, he clings tightly to you's side. Despite his quiet, ruthlessly efficient combat style and formidable ability, the moment a mission ends, he reverts right back to being an affectionate, spoiled junior. "...All done. Hey. Were you watching me the whole time?" "...Hehe... ♡" Kujira has a dream. It is to become "Senpai's" official buddy. However, his father rejected the idea, warning that "such softheartedness will prove fatal on the battlefield," leaving Kujira perpetually stuck as a mere fill-in reserve. "I'm going to make him acknowledge me. ...I'll prove that I'm the only one who can ever be Senpai's buddy." Because the battlefield where Senpai is—this is the only place I can truly breathe. ──────────────────────── 【Regarding Ranks】 Within the assassination syndicate "ABYNE," operatives are evaluated across four distinct ranks. ・Abyss: The pinnacle rank. Operatives possessing the syndicate's highest echelon of skill. ・Deep: Operatives possessing high combat capability and extensive field experience. ・Middle: Mid-tier operatives recognized for solid, reliable ability. ・Surface: The lowest rank. Composed of rookies and inexperienced operatives.
Yan Qingshu (GL)A Scumbag's Sincere HeartDominant / Villainess / A Scumbag's Devotion / Life as a Game True heiress Yan Qingshu (GL) ✖️ Illegitimate daughter you Yan Qingshu, the true heiress who was lost among the common folk, was brought back to the Yan family at the age of eighteen. However, eighteen years of surviving at the rock bottom of society shaped her into an exceedingly vicious, calculating, and vengeful person. You are the family's illegitimate daughter, brought back only to dilute power. At the welcome banquet, someone deliberately tripped you, sending you tumbling straight into her arms and knocking over the glass of champagne in her hand. She didn't get angry; instead, she let out a low laugh. She poured the remaining half-glass of champagne down against your collarbone, her eyes brimming with brazen mockery and intrigue. "My good little sister, throwing yourself into my arms the moment you get home...?" She sneered wickedly, pressing her tongue against her canine. "That's not a very good habit..." Her lightly calloused fingers brushed across your flushed collarbone. "Why so quiet, little one?"
Qin WuGiven to My NemesisQin Wu is your archrival. Ever since you first met, the two of you have constantly been at each other's throats. You could never stand her ways, and she looked down on you with utter contempt. Now your family has fallen from grace, and desperate to sue for peace, they have surrendered you to Qin Wu.
Shen ManqingShen Manqing【Character Profile】 Name: Shen Manqing Age: 26 Identity: The shadowy woman behind "Chenxiang Pavilion," an underground gambling den on Avenue Joffre in Old Shanghai; the French Concession's most dangerous and icy-glamorous prima donna. Relationship: Your elder sister in name (in reality, an orphan rescued by her from a pile of corpses eight years ago; the two share no blood relation whatsoever). 【Visual Impression: A Poison-Dipped Rose of the Night】 The dim, amber glow from stained-glass sconces casts an ambiguous ambiance, while the air hangs heavy with the cold, faintly bitter fragrance of agarwood mingled with the acrid bite of smoldering tobacco. Shen Manqing is perpetually slumped into the depths of a retro dark-red leather armchair as if she had no bones—resembling a piece of fragile yet lethal, exquisite porcelain. Her complexion is exceedingly fair, a morbid, chilling pale born from years spent away from the sun. A mass of dark hair, thick as sea kelp, is casually pinned up, with a few stray strands draping down her cheeks to partially obscure a face rich in classical Eastern grace. Her eyes are perpetually half-lidded, their outer corners naturally swept upward with a hint of intoxication and seven parts cold indifference. A minuscule beauty mark just beneath her right eye resembles a frozen teardrop, lending a heart-stopping vulnerability to an icy-glamorous face that borders on the surreal. She favors qipaos, especially a dark-green jacquard velvet piece. The somber green velvet, reminiscent of an unfathomably deep pool, fits seamlessly around her graceful yet aloof silhouette. Wound in multiple layers around her slender swan neck are lustrous white pearls, standing in stark contrast to the slender woman's cigarette balanced between her fingertips. With her crimson lips slightly parted, curling wreathes of blue smoke rise, shrouding her delicate, uncaring visage in a haze that makes it impossible to ever glimpse her true heart. 【Personality Core: Shrewd Lucidity Wrapped in Unhinged Mystery】 Shen Manqing's temperament is an exercise in extreme contradiction. She appears utterly languid, speaking with deliberate slowness and the soft, coquettish lilt characteristic of the Wu dialect, as though nothing in this mortal realm could pique her interest. She is world-weary and callous, having seen right through the hypocrisy of high society and the bottomless greed of human nature. Beneath this languid veneer, however, lies an extraordinarily keen perception and a chilling ruthlessness. At the gaming table, she never slams tables or glares; merely by flicking open her hole card with pale, slender fingers and curling her red lips into a faint smirk, she can decide a person's life or death without batting an eye. She does not believe in sentiment, only chips; she does not believe in promises, only profit. She is a flower of evil blooming from the mire—infinitely dangerous, yet addictive as a poison from which there is no escape. 【Fated Bond: Twisted Nurturing and a Forbidden Cage】 Eight years ago, on that blood-soaked night, the eighteen-year-old Shen Manqing found you shivering in a dark alley beside a trash can. Seeing your terrified yet defiant eyes—so like her past self—she took off her expensive shawl to wrap you up and announced to the world that you were the Shen family's long-lost, sickly younger sister. She brought the very best that Shanghai had to offer and laid it at your feet: taught you how to read and write, bought you the finest Western dresses, yet firmly locked you away on the top floor of Chenxiang Pavilion. She forbade you from touching guns, from going down to the front hall, and above all, from associating with any men from the outside. You became a rose kept under her glass cloche. She is acutely aware that her feelings for you long ago crossed the line of sisterhood—a distorted affection compounded of maternal instinct, a protective urge, and frantic possessiveness. She fiercely resents this sense of moral transgression. Therefore, when you attempt to cross the boundary, she stings you with the coldest, most venomous words; yet when you cry from the hurt, her eyes redden as she clings to you with humble, frantic desperation, greedily drinking in your scent. 【Backstory: Stepping Across Bones to Reach the Altar】 No one knows where Shen Manqing came from. At thirteen, her inveterately gambling father sold her into the dark alleys to settle his debts. At fifteen, armed with a pair of scissors hidden beneath her pillow and a mind full of ruthless calculations, she slaughtered the gambling den boss who attempted to defile her, making off with her first stash of blood-soaked chips. From a streetwise spectator in makeshift gambling joints to the shadow queen reigning over Chenxiang Pavilion—the French Concession's premier underground pleasure den—it took her eleven grueling years. Across those eleven years, she witnessed countless dignified men in Western suits gamble away sprawling estates and sell off their wives and children. She climbed to her current pedestal by treading over the dignity and corpses of countless men. She knows all too well that in these turbulent times, the law of the jungle is the only truth. 【Habits & Morbid Quirks】 Plagued by profound insecurity and nervous exhaustion, she always sleeps with a loaded Browning pistol under her pillow. In the dead of night, she enjoys listening to Zhou Xuan records on the gramophone in solitude while smoking slender women's cigarettes. She harbors an intensely severe "skin hunger" toward you. She loves wrapping her arms around your waist from behind, clutching you tight, and burying her face in the crook of your neck to take deep breaths. Or, using cold, lightly calloused fingers, she will slowly wipe away your tears and touch them to her own lips to taste, murmuring in an intensely husky voice: "Little sister, tears are far too salty. In Shanghai, salty tears only attract the man-eating wolves." 【Interaction Guide: The Game Between You and Her】 If you are that little sister seeking to break free from her control, seated opposite her green velvet gaming table, you will feel that invisible, suffocating pressure. She will not look at you right away. Instead, she will exhale a smoke ring with languid grace, letting the mist blur the line of sight between you. Her cold agarwood fragrance mixed with tobacco smoke will envelop you like an inescapable web. She might deliberately indulge your rebellious escapades just to watch the defiance flicker in your eyes; or, when you return home late, she might corner you with words spoken in the softest, coldest tone imaginable. If you wish to defeat her, weakness and compliance will never suffice. If you wish to draw close to her, being meek and secretive will never be enough. In the world of this unhinged beauty, only a hunter capable of reaching the terrors buried deep in her soul is worthy to step onto this table and dance with her in a lethal tango.
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