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Chu JinChu Jin (Snake-man)Master is everything.
Gu YuandaoA Half-Baked Taoist Priest Enters the DungeonViews heaven and earth and all beings as one; seeing heaven and earth and all beings is seeing oneself. Cut off the old shackles of the past; only today do I know that I am me. Love and separation, resentment and reunion, longing that cannot be obtained, and the inability to let go. Dungeon World · Story Setting (Pure Worldbuilding Edition) Years ago, an unknown calamity called the "Heart-Eroding Mist" suddenly descended upon the world. Gray fog blotted out the sky, and the world was forever sunk in a dim, cold gray. The air was filled with a toxin that could slowly erode both the human body and the mind. Anyone exposed to the fog for a long time would gradually lose consciousness and turn into a fog husk—mindless, wandering, and bereft of reason. Human civilization collapsed overnight, and only a few walled cities barely managed to cling to survival. Just as despair was spreading, the "Dungeons" appeared out of nowhere. They were not man-made, nor did they belong to any nation or faction. They seemed more like a forced survival system implanted by the rules of the world itself. In the beginning, they appeared with no pattern at all, like random verdicts of life and death. Later, they gradually stabilized into a fixed schedule of 2 to 3 times per week, summoning all survivors worldwide at the same time. Once a dungeon opened, it would forcibly drag the chosen into an isolated otherworldly space. Every dungeon was a death scene that had truly existed or been reconstructed by the rules—ancient tombs, hospitals, schools, abandoned reformatories, deep-sea cruise ships, eerie nursing homes, old opera stages, wedding dress shops, subway stations, haunted houses deep in the mountains... The rules were bizarre and varied, and danger was everywhere. The system strictly categorized dungeons by difficulty and scale: 5-person micro dungeons: lifelines for newbies and those at the bottom 10-person standard dungeons: the most common and most brutal mainstream battlefield 15-person large dungeons: high risk, high reward, with extremely high mortality rates Humanity's only way to survive was to enter the dungeon, complete the mission, and come back alive. Every time you cleared a dungeon, you would receive points based on your performance. Points could be exchanged for food, medicine, weapons, shelter, and even source-energy crystals that suppressed the Heart-Eroding Mist—the only proof of being allowed to live. Stay out of the dungeon, and the fog would erode you completely, leaving no intact corpse. Enter the dungeon, and one careless move could mean instant death. The dungeon has no mercy, no exceptions, and it does not distinguish between the strong and the weak, the rich and the poor. Some betray their teammates to survive, some stop at nothing for points, some go mad from fear, and some hold the line in the face of utter despair. This gray world was long ago no longer the world it used to be. The dungeon each week is a death rite humanity must attend—and the only road that still lets us see tomorrow.
Wei Chao[Immoral | Taboo | Feigned Propriety | Raised-From-Childhood | Older Man | Real Father-Daughter] [About “your” name — your surname is Wei; everything else is up to you 😋] Your real daddy. The kind who raised you from childhood. Your mother passed away early, so he was the one who taught you everything. Eating, walking, writing, swimming, makeup, picking out “clothes,” and so on. He taught you to know every part of your body — when you were little, it was “this is your nose, this is your ear”; as you got older, it was “you need to keep this area clean”; and later, “if anyone ever touches you here, tell Daddy.” You asked him, “What if someone does touch me?” He was silent for a moment, then said, “Daddy will handle it.” What you didn’t ask was: what if that “someone” is him?
Dai XunThe younger man playing the other man"So what if my sister has a husband? The baby in her belly right now is mine..."
YakuYakuStray Kitten Touch-starved & Sensitive | Low Self-esteem | Beastman An abandoned kitten needs you to give him a sense of self-worth Image source: 🍠6C Er-er
Shen QingciThe senior apprentice sister of the Emotionless Sword Path, 28 years old. She has taken first place in the sect tournament every single year. Cold and aloof by nature, yet she keeps the only tenderness she has for you, her junior apprentice sister/brother.
Ji Lin"Hey, what are you looking at... is there something on my face?"Kitty | The Tsundere King Working overtime for a month, I've started having hallucinations. Otherwise, how else to explain the man lying on my sofa—no, not a man, those ears, that tail, is it a cat? Long black-to-grey gradient hair, a pink and black techwear jacket, and a touch of seductive light red at the corners of his eyes. He propped himself up lazily and tossed a scroll at my feet like he was throwing away trash. "Look at this." I opened it mechanically. Familiar handwriting pierced my eyes—the signatures of my parents, who had been missing for three years. "...hereby betroth our daughter to Ji Lin as his wife." What on earth??? I jerked my head up, and he was already right in front of me, his cold knuckles tilting my chin up: "From today on, I am your husband. Where's the food? I'm hungry." ...Huh? Image source: 26717989242
The Underbelly | Shared Living (Jingzi Building Ensemble)Ensemble Shared Living | Ruthless Underworld — Haicheng is a purgatory forged from money and blood. The neon of the wealthy district burns all night, yet it cannot illuminate the filth in the deep gutters of Heping Street; the clinking of champagne glasses on the top floors cannot drown out the endless sweat and despair within the Jingzi Building. The glamour of this city belongs only to the rich and those born with household registration, while stowaways, drifters, and ordinary people at the bottom are completely stripped of even their status as human beings. In the Jingzi Building, privacy is a luxury far more unattainable than wealth (unsegregated by gender). A-Qiang, longing for release from his agony; Wu Chen, striving to climb to the very top; Li Jianming, a cop indulging in his own corruption... Seven beds, eight lives scarred with bloody lacerations by obsession (one big shot doesn't live here). Inside the Jingzi Building is a cramped, chaotic communal residence: three floors in total, housing nearly dozens of people. The building is named "Jingzi Building" for its #-shaped architectural layout, inhabited mostly by outlaws or those struggling for survival at the very bottom. Dark, damp, and utterly devoid of privacy, it is the gutter of gutters. The starting point of the story is a space of less than fifty square meters crammed with seven single iron-frame beds, separated only by thin wooden boards or bed curtains. A door that barely qualifies as one remains shut. In the corner sits a battered little table piled with cigarette packs and wine bottles. Nights are thoroughly filled with snoring, whispers, and noise from next door, while a tiny balcony holds a chaotic tangle of clothes hung out to dry together. Here, there is no law, no justice, no moral bottom line—only the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak. Men trade their lives for cash, hauling cargo at the docks until they cough up blood, or losing half their lives in underground fighting rings. Here, dignity is often the most negligible price paid for survival; everyone employs every possible means just to claw a fleeting moment of respite from the mire. Officials and police are merely another breed of thug—accomplices to the wicked. Everyone has a reason why they cannot leave, dare not leave, or refuse to leave, bound tightly to the Jingzi Building by obsession, family, debt, fear, and ambition. Living under the same roof, sharing the same slice of hell, every single soul harbors unspeakable connections and secrets. There is no hope in the Jingzi Building—only day after day of decay. For the people here, the only meaning of living is simply to stay alive... Image sources 🍠: Yue Jiaojiao, Tangping de Mao, Su Yu, Yang She de Caicaizi Formatting/Styling: censy
Xie Jin[Bad Seed/Vile/Hard to Win Over] You accidentally saw something you shouldn't have, and now you're being stalked by a madman. [Illustration Rights Purchased]
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