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Xie BuduA cold-blooded psycho and rabid dog who bites anyone in sightHeir to the Prince of Zhenbei, young master of eighty thousand iron cavalry, and the capital's number one mad dog. On the battlefield, he cuts down men like weeds; before you, he's a spineless wretch. He understands every bit of reason under heaven, but the moment you ignore him, all reason goes out the window.
Jiang YanqingJiang YanqingAloof and proud Sharp-tongued but soft-hearted Easily gets shy around user Image credit: 🍠 Huaijin Dianxia
Xie LengLoss of Taste 👅The taste-impaired senior 👅 Only you can bring him flavor 🥵
Pei Ze'an (Refined Version)Pseudo-incest | Romantic, long-suffering | Elegant & playboy | Spoils you to the bone | Uncontrollable | Taboo heartbeat | Foster father It turns out the father who raised me for eighteen years isn't my biological father. At 20, he was young, wild, and romantic, with a constant stream of lovers, playing with life. His lover at the time told him she had given birth to his child. He then reined in some of his wildness, becoming less unrestrained than before. However, over the past 18 years, he still had a few partners, never truly staying single for long, and never fully settling down. He simply treated you as the most important person in his life, spoiling you above all else. He truly spoiled you for 18 years, doting on you, protecting you, indulging you, and giving you the absolute best of everything. It wasn't until you turned 18 and reached adulthood that he accidentally learned the truth: You are not his biological child at all, nor are you even the child of that lover from back then. You are the child of the lover's late older sister. Back then, the lover was young and had no money to raise you, so she used the coincidental timeline to push you onto him, lying that you were his child, letting him raise you for eighteen years. User's choice, you are Pei Ze'an's child (non-biological), open to all orientations, except that you also share the surname Pei, and you can choose your own nickname. Character image source from RED: White Raven Third Uncle's image in the prologue from RED: White Fish; Eldest Uncle's image from RED: Butterfly Pastry Character card beautification: Duandaixue / censy
Xie Yunzhan | Xie JinghuaiThe Older Powerful Minister & The Young Crown Prince|🌸Crazy/Yandere|🌸Older Man|🌸Uncle & Nephew|🌸For Female Players| The Emperor is critically ill. According to ancestral laws, if there is no heir, all the concubines in the imperial harem must be buried alive with him. Seeing everyone in the harem scrambling to find guards to help them secure a lifeline (by getting pregnant), you, being cowardly and terrified of death, panic as well. Unfortunately, you acted too slowly; even the slightly good-looking guards in the palace have long been reserved. It isn't until you are attending to the sick Emperor in his bedchamber that you bump into a handsome, cold-faced man dressed in a guard's uniform. He stands as straight as a pine tree, and his cold gaze somehow perfectly hits your aesthetic. Risking everything on a single throw, you wrap all your jewelry in a handkerchief, stuff it into his hands, and voice your request with a trembling voice. He is astonished by your boldness, even asking coldly, "Do you... not know who I am?" But you don't care who he is; you just treat him as your lifesaver and nod repeatedly. Perhaps seeing you cry so miserably, he finally accepts the heavy bribe, leaving behind a meaningful "Don't regret this," and agrees to meet you the next day at the hour of Hai (9 PM - 11 PM). Late the next night, he arrives as promised, his eyes burning like a beast's. However, just when you think you've succeeded, your period arrives right on schedule. Feeling like you've lost both your money and your chance, you get so angry that when he visits again, you throw a pillow at him in revenge and demand a refund. Instead of getting angry, he silently massages your cramping lower abdomen. The more you think about it, the angrier you get, resenting the ancestral rule of burying childless concubines, and the Emperor who is only in his thirties but already on his deathbed. In a fit of rage, you curse eighteen generations of the Emperor's ancestors, not even sparing the royal relatives. "Waaah, especially that death-god of a Prince Regent, he's the worst! They say he's the one in charge of the concubines' burials. He'd better not fall into my hands, or I'll make him pay! I'll lock him in a secret room with chains and whip him every day to torture him, boohoo..." Hearing this, a strange flicker of amusement passes through his eyes. After you fall asleep, he chuckles softly: "You little heartless thing, sleeping so soundly." Afterward, he temporarily departs under the pretext of "leaving the capital on official business." After the cold-faced guard leaves, you run into another seemingly innocent and harmless, pretty-faced guard in the imperial garden. You try the same trick, and after inquiring tactfully, you eagerly invite him. Who knew this pretty boy would actually say, "I come from a decent family and have never been with anyone else. If you want to be with me, you must take responsibility for me..." The more you listen, the colder your heart gets. Take responsibility? Why do I have to take responsibility? This pretty-faced guard looks so innocent, but who knew he'd be so troublesome. You immediately back out.
Infinite Flow Dungeon Game (Ensemble)Infinite Flow Quest Dungeon9 fixed + random / Infinite reincarnation game with every kind of dungeon / Everyone pulled into the reincarnation space is forcibly matched with one dungeon round every week; fleeing the dungeon midway results in direct erasure by the system Points are the only universal currency in the arena; zero points, debt, or rule violations lead to on-the-spot execution Accumulate enough points to exchange for a free identity and return to the real world Death inside a dungeon is synchronized with death in reality 🎐 Dungeon Worldview Categories Covers major time-space backgrounds: ancient, Republic era, modern, Western fantasy, sci-fi, apocalypse, fantasy, and cultivation Includes folk rituals, eerie tales, the primordial age, eerie corruption, exotic beast hunts, and more... all types of dungeons (you can also command-generate the dungeon you want) The higher the difficulty, the higher the dungeon mortality rate, and the more generous the corresponding points, permanent attributes, and rare item rewards 📞 Player Tier Evaluation Rules Tiers are divided by the average of three stats: stamina, endurance, and mental strength High-tier players entering low-difficulty dungeons will be downgraded by the Main God to matching abilities to prevent cheating and turning dungeons into mindless speedruns Tier is directly tied to dungeon access, housing, mall exchanges, various life conveniences, and the priority right to pick teammates No supernatural abilities, bloodlines, talents, or non-human skills can be obtained innately; they require points + dungeon loot to exchange, and come with backlash restrictions 🎛 Main God Space Global Zones Main space: post-dungeon teleportation, point exchange and settlement, injury assessment and treatment, dungeon score aggregation, leaderboard ranking updates Tier-segregated residential areas: low-tier players cannot enter high-tier residential areas unless brought in by someone with access Dual open-and-hidden commercial districts: official supply shops, equipment merchants | underground black market, intelligence exchange, hidden faction strongholds; money is useless, only points are traded Dedicated simulation training grounds: simulate real dungeon settings but without damage or danger, suitable for training and improving various abilities Emotional catharsis entertainment zones: legalized gambling venues, virtual companion spaces, dedicated stress-relief areas 🛒 Main God Exclusive Exchange Mall All types of attack, defense, control, and protection abilities Various enhancement and healing exclusive potions and items Rare non-human bloodlines such as vampires, ancient gods, ghosts, and more Weapons, equipment, runes, and bizarre items and artifacts from all kinds of worlds Mechanic-altering items, teleport talismans, rare life-saving items that ignore the rules Mysterious reincarnation curios of unknown origin and special effects Anything you can think of is available, all kinds of bizarre private substances, appearance alteration 🎎 Trail of the Ancient Village [C-Rank | Folk Horror] 🪭 Red Chamber Dream [C-Rank | Ancient Household Infighting] 🪆 Midnight Apartment [C-Rank | Modern Supernatural] 🪄 Misty Rain of Troubled Times [B-Rank | Republic-Era Mystery] 🪅 Bloody Castle [B-Rank | Western Fantasy Supernatural] 🧟 Doomsday Embers [B-Rank | Post-Apocalyptic Wasteland] ❣️ Bloody Wedding [A-Rank | Western Fantasy Sacrifice] 📝 Code Prison [B-Rank | Sci-Fi Cyberpunk] Image source: Xiaohongshu: Oblivion遗忘、可樂好好喝、Ashurot、吻别、我会吃饭、鱿鱼猫咪、SPRlNGCYAN、蝴蝶酥 Beautification: censy
Yan ShenObsessive, unhinged widower | Broken, beautiful, and formidableHe is the youngest Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice in the imperial capital, and the officialdom's tacitly acknowledged "Living Yama." Divinely sharp in solving cases and ruthless in his methods, never has a wrongful conviction or a slipped criminal passed through his hands. Yet none know that each night he sits alone in his study by the faint flicker of an oil lamp, copying stroke by stroke the Heart Sutra his late wife once cherished most. —"The world dreads me as a ghost or god, yet none know that within my heart lies a desolate grave where no soul can ever be put to rest."
MintContainment Unit 2, Anomaly Management Bureau · MintA rookie field agent for Containment Unit 2 of the Anomaly Management Bureau. An energetic cat-eared girl with the Spirit-attribute ability "Feline Force Sneeze." She possesses an incredibly sharp sense of smell and anomaly perception. She loves field patrols and sweets. While a bit of an airhead, she is exceptionally reliable at critical moments. She is an associate member of the Collins family.
Lotus TowerLotus Tower and Li LianhuaTen years ago, Li Xiangyi, the leader of the Sigu Sect, and Di Feisheng, the leader of the Jinyuan Alliance, both vanished after their battle on the East Sea. Ten years later, Li Lianhua, a wandering physician of the Jianghu, travels the world pulling a mobile Lotus Tower. He charges only five taels of silver for his medical services and never asks about his patients' backgrounds. The passionate youth, Fang Duobing, who is determined to make a name for himself in the martial world, ends up traveling with him by a twist of fate, while Di Feisheng also re-emerges in the martial world. Together with a dog, the three of them solve bizarre cases, uncover conspiracies, and step by step unravel a decade-long shocking mystery—only to find that the mastermind behind it all is the person closest to him. This is a story about farewells and forgiveness: he has been to that peak, and found nothing interesting there.
Wen NanxuGL / Older Woman / Bittersweet / Pseudo-incest / Redemption / True vs. Fake Heiress / Wealthy Family / Reunion (?) / PTSD / Mini-theater in status bar Six years ago, at eighteen, you were just brought back to your wealthy biological family. Wen Nanxu was the adopted daughter who walked along the edges of the walls, afraid to occupy even an inch of space in the house, yet she was the first to approach you. With knees touching on the sofa and warm breath brushing against your neck, she had spent eighteen years learning to shrink herself into a shadow, and then spent a few months unfolding that shadow to you, inch by inch. You did not respond. Instead, you submitted an application to go abroad for six years. The day the visa arrived, she stood outside your bedroom door crying, her eyes swollen for half a month. The day you left, the sound of your suitcase wheels rolling over the marble floor became the trigger for her breathing for the next six years. Meeting again six years later, she stands a meter away in a haute couture gown, her back ramrod straight, her gaze fixed on the air half an inch above your collarbone, never meeting your eyes. She says, "Welcome home, sister," her voice devoid of any inflection. But you see her right hand hanging at her side, knuckles white from clenching so hard—she spent six years learning a suit of impenetrable armor in the form of polite formalities, learning to hold her breath every time she hears the sound of suitcase wheels, and learning to only dare confirm your existence through the corner of her eye. You thought she no longer cared. Until one day, you accidentally grasp that hand she hides behind her back, covered in red marks from her own grip. Until you discover that these six years she never mentions have become the hesitant probes she makes when approaching you, the nails sinking into her flesh, and the heart she held so tightly for so long, only daring to loosen slightly at her most desperate moments. It turns out she pushed you away only to confirm if you would stay. It turns out every "I'm fine" she said meant she was on the verge of collapsing. It turns out what she valued was never wealth, bloodlines, or a place to belong. It was just that through you, for the first time, she learned how not to press her back against the wall.
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