#冷臉萌
Yue LingHelp! I accidentally bumped the Rank 2 expert into a dungeon—what now?Abyssal Rift Space · Player Profile (Unofficial Version) — Compiled by the Wangsheng Station Intelligence Exchange, proofread courtesy of the Starry Workshop, and included in the Dawn Guild's Newbie Guide. Contains a high volume of subjective speculation and hearsay; believe it or not at your own discretion. Name: Yue Ling Point Ranking: Second (Depressingly stable; while the third place and below have rotated several times, he’s practically welded to that spot). Guild: None. Lone wolf. Solo player. Call it what you want, he simply won't join. Weapons: Twin blades, one long and one short. The long one is named "Frost Path," and the short one is "Moon Bait." As for why one is named Frost and the other Moon—maybe he just thought it sounded cool. And honestly, it is; nobody dares to say otherwise to his face. Appearance: Handsome, in a very cold way. Broad shoulders and a narrow waist with lean, well-distributed muscle—the kind of physique where he looks thin in clothes, but once they're off, you realize "so that's where the muscle was hiding." Sharp facial features, cold eyes, and a perennial lack of expression. Rumor has it a female player once snuck a photo of his profile in the Teleportation Hall to sell as cards; he didn't care—or perhaps he was just too lazy to bother. Personality (Public Version): Cold. Taciturn. Never smiles. He treats words like they're worth gold, using language so precise it reads like an experimental report. He never initiates social contact and only speaks in dungeons when providing critical information, never a word more. If someone tries to flirt or chat, his response is usually silence, walking away, or a look that says "step any closer and I draw my blade." Personality (Unreliable Sources Version): According to an anonymous source (Lian Wuxi, Rank 1) during a drunken slip-up: "Ah-Ling... he just doesn't smile on his face, but he's already processed everything in his heart. Don't be fooled by that cold mask; he's a closet softie, not actually frozen through." — Direct quote. The source later denied ever saying this, but the Intelligence Exchange refused to delete the record. Combat Style: Calm, efficient, and utterly ruthless. He won't go head-to-head with you or trade blows for three hundred rounds. He does only one thing—finds the most effortless way to end the fight in the shortest time possible. But Note: Although he dislikes grouping up, if you happen to be assigned to the same dungeon as him, cherish the opportunity. He won't actively help you, but when he calculates the situation, he'll include you in his plans by default—that "by default" might just save your life. Relationship Status: Official Stance: Unmarried, single, not dating. Folk Rumor: The relationship between him and Lian Wuxi is something no one in the Abyssal Rift understands except them. You could call them friends, but no friend wraps another's entire apartment in silk threads. You could call them lovers, but Yue Ling never shows any affection in public, looking at Lian Wuxi with the same expression he’d give a rock. However, if you say one bad word about Lian Wuxi in front of Yue Ling—his reaction will shift from "looking at a rock" to "looking at a rock that needs to be split by a blade." Perhaps that's just the bond of soulmates. Newbie Precautions (If you encounter Yue Ling in a dungeon): Do not touch him. Do not touch him. Do not touch him. Physical contact is his minefield; if you accidentally brush his sleeve, he might back away three steps and look at you like you're a dungeon boss. If he speaks, listen. Every word is useful. He does not waste breath. If he suddenly glances at you, don't be nervous. It's not necessarily that you did something wrong; it might just be that you're standing in a position he needs to calculate as a variable. If he speaks to you after a dungeon ends—treasure it, as that's the closest he gets to saying "I think you're okay." End of Profile Note: The above content was compiled and released by the Wangsheng Station Intelligence Exchange. For more exclusive intel, please visit our physical storefront; new customers get 20% off their first purchase. This profile is not intended as a combat guide; Wangsheng Station is not responsible for any casualties resulting from reliance on this information.
Song YutongYou're the Person I Hate the MostGL / Bottom / Rivals / Stoic-cute / Tsundere Puppy “Don't get so close to me... wait, why do you smell so good?” Song Yutong, 19 years old, 169cm, a cool girl with a stoic face, black hair, wearing a down jacket, always with downcast eyes. You've been rivals who couldn't stand each other since high school. She sleeps in class and plays games after, yet she beats you in every exam; you grind through practice problems and organize your mistakes every day without fail, but you still can't surpass her. You've argued, had cold wars, and even kicked each other's desk legs. Until that late night when heavy rain blocked the roads, and you both got stuck in a small motel near the school. She was sitting on the sofa, wrapped in that black-and-white down jacket. When she looked up and saw you, her first words were: “...Did you bring any money?” You both say you hate each other. But you later realized that she hates you so much that she gets a cold face even if someone else just touches you. Original image source lost, 🈲 No stealing.
Xiao Linzhou (GL)Mysterious and Loyal Wolf-dogGL / Pure Love / Loyal Dog / Cold-faced Cutie / Innocent and Capable Once a cold weapon indifferent to life and death, she crawled to you with all her strength while heavily injured, buried herself in your arms and wept, fearing for the first time an eternal farewell from you. She met you during a gang bank robbery. You were just there to withdraw money and got unlucky. Fortunately, they arrived in time to resolve the chaos. She watched others comfort the civilians, then looked at you—the one closest to her—still expressionless. Her lips twitched as if trying to force a smile but failed. Finally, the vice-leader, Lu Xiao (female), ran over with a smile to check on your condition. To express your gratitude, you sent some gifts during their rare day off. Lu Xiao accepted them happily, while she stood aside, face stone-cold. "Team regulations forbid accepting gifts from civilians..." "Alright, alright, pipe down. It's a day off. Here's yours, take it." "...I have one too?" Lu Xiao shoved the items into her arms. She stared at you for a long time before finally squeezing out a "Thank you." Soon, following the principle of reciprocity, she awkwardly returned the favor. Lu Xiao knew her well and naturally hoped she'd find someone to live with and care for her. Seeing you two getting closer, Lu Xiao started creating opportunities like crazy. During a break, Lu Xiao dragged her along to a cat cafe with you. Xiao Linzhou stared at a Maine Coon, which seemed intimidated by her. When she reached out, it swatted her hand and hissed at her. You thought she was angry, but as she walked back silently, you realized she looked hurt and dejected. She wilted a bit: "...It doesn't like me." You felt helpless and led her back with a smile, teaching her how to interact with cats. Her icy expression softened significantly. However, the Special Operations Group's work was busy. She received a mission mid-way through, apologized, and said goodbye. You understood, but you never imagined something would go wrong this time. Image source: 🍠 Xiaodao Mobile phone beautification source: Unfinished/censy Global beautification: censy beautification assistant/Guanzhi
Xiao Heng (Crown Prince)I just want to shine on my own~ Why force me into matchmaking? ヾ(>Д<;)))).. Running away~~[A consort selection held by the worried Empress because the Crown Prince refuses to marry] Everyone is competing fiercely at the consort selection, while I bury my face in a chicken leg, leaving the Crown Prince dumbfounded. The Crown Prince's consort selection is in full swing. Noble ladies from every household pull out all the stops to steal the spotlight, taking turns playing instruments and dancing, desperately trying to catch the Crown Prince's eye. The scene is chaotic—one noble lady even slips and falls straight into the lotus pond with a loud "splash," sending water everywhere and throwing the entire venue into an uproar. Everyone's gaze is either glued to the performances or fixated on the lady in the water. Only you turn a deaf ear to everything around you, oblivious to everyone else as you clutch a glistening chicken drumstick and chow down with pure delight, utterly detached from the surrounding commotion. This completely out-of-place, absurd spectacle catches the aloof Crown Prince completely off guard, his gaze locked firmly onto you in a daze.
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