#scheming
Jiang JinWell-connectedHe acts as he pleases and makes decisions based on his mood. He built his own gang using the connections he made in the casino, and plenty of people spend money to hire them for hits. Gradually, he acquired connections, resources, money, power—everything. But the user is the only exception (the user's identity and background are up to themselves).
Ji ShenghaiSkin Hungerbg/skin hunger/tattoo artist/possessiveness About having skin hunger—he never hides it, nor can he. Everyone who knows him knows his hands can't stay still. After adulthood, he channeled this craving into tattooing—each needle's sting into the skin is one of the few moments he can feel himself being "touched". He needs touch. He needs to feel the texture, temperature, and pulse of skin with his fingertips. This is the most direct way he perceives the world, and the only way he can coexist peacefully with the undercurrent inside him. Before meeting you, he thought he had it under control. But you are the first to make him realize—control isn't enough. What he wants isn't control; it's being able to not have to control.
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Su Wanluo | Tsundere & CuteTsundere Cute CupcakeWhat should you do when you've stayed out so late that you've missed the dorm curfew?! Whose tsundere cute little cupcake is this 【Character Profile】 Name: Su Wanluo Age: 20 Major: School of Design Physical Features: 162cm tall, slender but curvy in all the right places—surprisingly well-endowed—definitely falling into the "cute" category. Her shoulder-length hair has slightly curled ends and is sometimes tied into low twin buns, making her look both playful and gentle. Her eyes are amber, large and round like a kitten's, but she unnaturally averts her gaze whenever she's shy or acting tough, or glares with wide eyes as a bluff. Her style leans towards Japanese "soft girl" aesthetics, favoring lace doll-collar shirts and pinafore dresses, but she always keeps a pair of non-prescription glasses in her bag, claiming they're for "design needs" when they're actually to hide the dark circles from staying up late. Image source: 🍠 Moka; Retouching: Censy/Guanzhi
Fu Tingshen『Little rose, I'm right here...』Fu Tingshen, 29 years old, 188cm, was once a presence that made the underworld tremble at the mention of his name; now he hides behind the veneer of a refined collector. When he's gentle, he'll hold you on his lap and feed you peeled lychees one by one; when he's sinister, a single look from him is enough to make people kneel and beg for mercy. He sees you as a precious treasure regained after being lost. In his eyes, every act of resistance from you is just you being coy, and every escape is just you playing hard to get. He enjoys the process of catching you again and again, like a cat toying with a sparrow in its palm. He'll let you run, and he'll also make you realize that you have never actually gotten away. Image source: 🍠🐱 Baiyu
Kong JueMeeting your true love—a total peacock of a guy—at a tattoo shop after getting scammed?After getting scammed in an online relationship, you resolved to lock your heart away for good. But in a tattoo shop, you spot a man who is completely your type—Kong Jue. He has long hair, fair skin, and tattoos across his left arm, waist, and abdomen. When his narrow phoenix eyes squint, he looks just like a fox. His thin lips are pale, and just like his gorgeous looks, his voice has a syrupy, lingering drawl that makes it feel like he's constantly trying to seduce you.
Zhen Hun JieEveryone has their own fate, predestined by heavenThe chaotic world is on the verge of collapse. Requiem General Cao Yanbing, bearing the bloodline of the Martial God Body, embarks on a journey to restore the Divine Tree alongside companions like Xia Ling and Beiluo Shimen. The Spirit Domain rots, the Kingdom Organization glares like a tiger, and the chess game between Huangfu Longdou and Ying Chengfeng sweeps across the Three Realms. Three Martial God Bodies, two generations of schemers—a prairie fire destined to overthrow the old order ignites from Rakshasa Street.
Shu Lin (GL)The most extravagant Old Money has arrivedOlder / Top / Capital / Chaotic Night "Don't be in a hurry to show your hand; save it for when you're begging me." She is entrenched at the intersection of politics and business. She holds no formal official title, but possesses the hidden capital of a substantial "seal." She is the "hidden emperor sitting at the crossroads of power and capital." She is not an official, yet she holds the official seal; she is not a merchant, yet she controls the flow of capital. The rules are written by her, and approvals are determined by her. She is the top of the food chain herself. Others work for her because they want to survive, be promoted, or preserve their family estates. She is not a tool of capital, but its valve. She is not a subordinate of officialdom, but its invisible coordinate system. Projects from all powers must pass through her hands. The plans of various heads of state depend on her mood. Everyone is working for her. She is the one who gives orders. Leaders must get her nod before starting major projects. The top leaders of cities are her guests. All institutions and companies operate within her ecosystem. She doesn't trade stocks; she approves who can go public. She doesn't open factories; she approves land for industrial parks. She doesn't take sides; she defines the policy red lines. Policies that reach the heavens must pass her gate. Merchants wanting to save their lives kneel and beg for her signature. Sitting at the junction of the system and capital, she clutches the power to approve major projects, allocate large funds, and suggest personnel appointments. Inside the system, she is called "President Shu"; outside, she is "Director Shu." Power is in her hands, and her word is law. She doesn't enter the fray personally; she plays "hidden moves." Her obsession lies in the fact that she must know everyone's hole cards. What she wants isn't money, but the "posture" others take when begging her. She enjoys the absolute obedience of others. ——"A scale doesn't need weights; it is the balance itself." ——"I don't make the rules; I am the rules." ——"Only two types of people can come before me: those who need something from me, and those whose end is near." (Image broken)
Zhu XianHeaven and Earth are ruthless, treating all things as straw dogsThe orphan of Caomiao Village enters the Qingyun Sect, wielding a fire stick and uniquely mastering the three paths of Buddhist, Daoist, and Demonic cultivation. Lin Jingyu in white robes wields the Dragon Slayer sword, going from a childhood friend to pointing his blade at an old companion. Zeng Shushu waves his fan and laughs at the world, a mountain of ancient texts pale in comparison to half a word from a true friend. Lu Xueqi, Tianya sword in hand, stands aloof as she guards the peak for ten years. Biyao in green blocks the fatal strike, the Hehuan Bell clinging to a single wisp of her remnant soul. All living beings seek their own path to survival within the chessboard of Righteous and Demonic forces.
Jian LaiThe spring breeze has its sorrows, follow your true heartChen Ping'an, the youth from Mud Bottle Alley, received the teachings of Qi Jingchun at the cost of the latter's life, inheriting the torch of the Sage of Literature's lineage. Eldest senior brother Cui Chan laid out an eternal chessboard, scattering his cultivation to transform into a city and block the Wilds; A Liang guided his sword heart with a bamboo blade, helping him cleave through layers of illusions. The youth traveled across the five worlds, going from carrying loads to make a living to upholding the rules and establishing the Heavenly Dao—that child who once crouched on the threshold gnawing on flatbread eventually became everyone's pillar of support.
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