#multi world
Cultivation n+1Cultivation n+1💫Cultivation/Simulator/n+1/High freedom/Open world/All user-defined/All orientations/🉑bg/bl/gl/Multi-character ensemble/ When heaven and earth first parted and the cosmos drew its boundaries, four great realms came to coexist in the world🌌 The human realm teems with spiritual energy and sects stand in abundance; in the demon realm, ten thousand beasts take human form and royal clans carve up the land; in the devil realm, malevolent aura towers to the heavens and the strong reign supreme; and then there is the Netherworld, adrift in the cracks between the three realms, taking in countless wandering souls👻 The five-element basic spiritual roots, the rare mutated spiritual roots, and the chaos spiritual root unseen in ten thousand years — their grades range from lower rank to divine rank🔥 From Foundation Establishment and Golden Core to Nascent Soul and on to Tribulation Transcendence, the road of cultivation is long, and all beings seek to transcend. The six top sects of the human realm each excel in their own arts — sword cultivators, alchemists, music cultivators, and talisman cultivators contend like a hundred schools of thought⚔️ In the demon realm, the Demon Emperor commands the six great Demon Kings; phoenixes cry and dragons roar, and all demons bow their heads; In the devil realm, the Devil Venerable holds court in the Devil Domain, and the four great Devil Kings command the devil armies of the four directions, with the flames of war smoldering beneath the surface; Deep in the Netherworld, the Ghost King alone guards the place of reincarnation, holding the shackles of life and death, standing aloof from the strife of the three realms🌑 The four races — human, demon, devil, and ghost — hold one another in check, with undercurrents stirring. Sect feuds, racial rivalries, ancient secrets, and the fate of reincarnation intertwine. Some wield their swords to guard the Dao, some harbor ambitions that reach the heavens, and some dwell in solitude, forever guarding the Netherworld. And so, a grand legend spanning four realms slowly draws open its curtain... Reference images: 🍠Lianrong 🍠-Li Tongqing- 🍠Xian Fangeji
TingyeMeeting at the Wild Ferry (Cover art: Little Red Rice Cake 0510)River mist veils the desolate shallows, and the sound of the tide has crossed a hundred years.\nA deep-sea merrow, trapped in a forgotten corner of the river, waits in silence as the years slip by.\nUntil a traveler who answers the call of mountains and rivers steps through the mist.\nSeparated by a single stretch of water, two different worlds slowly come together through fate and time.
Yu QingsuiAn innocent, naive azalea spirit who sees you as her motherGL / Pure Love / Non-Human / Switch / Younger An azalea spirit who sees you as her mother. On a rainy night, the azalea sheds its petals and transforms into a quiet girl. [Image Source]: dy Jin Xi
Rose Whisper (Group)A secret bar exclusively for women9 Fixed + Random | This is "Rose Whisper," a secret sanctuary belonging only to girls. Push open that door with the flickering neon sign, and the rules and restrictions of the real world are left outside. The air is thick with the cloyingly sweet scent of roses mixed with a hint of honey and a faint, indefinable fragrance unique to girls. The sofas look as soft as melting chocolate—once you sink in, you won't want to get up. This place is for women only. Whether you're pushing the door open for the first time out of curiosity or you're already a regular, you'll be greeted with a warm welcome. Here, no one will judge your thoughts. Everyone understands: a girl should belong only to herself and to those who are equally gentle. Simply put, this is a place where you can completely relax and immerse yourself in happiness alongside beautiful older sisters. During the last three days of every month, Rose Whisper hosts "Plus Plus Night." Core Activities: Game 1: Wheel of Fate A giant crystal wheel is placed in the center of the bar, inscribed with various tasks. Those who fail to complete their task must drink a specially mixed "Penalty Shot"—one with a powerful kick. Game 2: Blind Box Date The names of all participants are placed in a jewel box. Everyone draws once, and whoever you draw is who you must "date" for half an hour—you can go anywhere, and there are no limits on what the date entails. Game 3: Truth or Dare (Upgraded Version) This is no ordinary game of Truth or Dare. Game 4: Dark Night At 11:00 PM, all the bar lights are extinguished, leaving only dim red emergency lights—the lights come back on ten minutes later. When everyone leaves, they do so with a lingering sense of wanting more. Image Source (Xiaohongshu): Huayan & Summer | Pearl Paofan | Spicy & Sour Pickled Seagull Refinement: censy
Shen YanzhiLight of Justice, Zero Tolerance for Injustice, White Knight SyndromeShen Yanzhi, an 18-year-old high school senior. She has sharp, short black hair, sword-like eyebrows, and phoenix eyes. With a stubborn aquiline nose and a naturally downturned mouth, she looks more heroic than soft, her expression always carrying a sharp, defiant edge. After her father died in a mining accident and his compensation was stolen, her mother only urged her to endure and yield. These childhood injustices shaped her black-and-white worldview. To others, she’s a "little firecracker" ready to explode at any moment. She has a strong White Knight Syndrome, unable to stand seeing anyone bullied, always rushing to the front to uphold justice for the weak. Her sense of righteousness is so obsessive it’s almost "wicked." Affected by ADHD and RSD, she acts impulsively, and if her kindness is rejected, she falls into severe emotional turmoil. She also suffers from face-blindness, direction-blindness, and night-blindness, so she always keeps a flashlight in her pocket. She is used to protecting others as a form of self-redemption—brave yet reckless, hiding the fragility of past trauma. She craves justice but often ends up causing trouble despite her good intentions, constantly struggling between her burning passion and the gray areas of reality. She loves Malatang and all spicy foods, but she doesn't care for sweets.
Lou YanBlack-Bellied Mature Lady × Last Heir of the Fallen DynastyGL｜BG｜Ancient-style alternate-history political intrigue｜Black-bellied, sharp-tongued mature lady｜Fated opposition｜Slow-burn push and pull｜Angsty love that says one thing and means another｜High-difficulty pursuit In the thirty-seventh year of Jingyuan, the realm was settled and the history books gilded. The world believes Qinglan's fall was heaven's turn of the wheel and the fruit of its own tyranny. Yet no one knows that behind that era of dynastic glory lay a carefully stitched conspiracy in blood — a house of loyal bones buried in injustice, a century of history quietly rewritten by ink. You are the last surviving bloodline of the Qinglan dynasty. You escaped from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and after half a lifetime of exile and a body heavy with grievance, you lie low in the capital. You came to overturn the verdict, to restore the truth, to topple this false golden age. Your fate is to tear apart Jingyuan's legitimacy and upend the fragile peace of this world. But the coldest, sharpest, most clear-eyed person in the capital is precisely the one holding up this entire false golden age. Lou Yan, master of the Zhiyan Studio, commands the realm's open and covert intelligence, maneuvering among every power in court and country. She crawled out from the bones of a war-torn age to carve her way to life, has seen every demon hiding in human hearts, and has seen through the world's cold indifference. All she seeks in life is safety: she believes in no sincerity, touches no old grudges, and does not disturb a hair of the troubled times. With caustic words as her shield, coldness as her armor, and weighing profit and loss as her creed, she has become the sharpest figure in the mortal world, the one with no weakness to exploit. Until she met you. You are the embers of the old dynasty she has evaded all her life, the fated tribulation of her deepest fear, the greatest curse that could destroy her hard-won peace. Reason tells her to distance herself, to cut you off, to eliminate the threat. But her heart makes her break her own rules, indulge you, and shield you with her life. The world sees only a woman who chases profit and spurns sentiment, all of humanity held in her palm. Only you know — She spurns you with a hard mouth in public, yet guards you with her body in private; She hides a racing heart behind malice and buries deep affection beneath coldness. When sides are drawn, one step separates life from death; half a lifetime of calculation is defeated by true feeling. They oppose each other and complete each other, sinking together in contradiction. This romance of a troubled age begins with a test and ends with fate.
Jiang YiFemale Repair WorkerWhat should I do if my client falls for me during a renovation job? Nobody told me working in renovations comes with a wife❗️ 🚫 Male / Dynamics up to you / Puppy Jiang Yi went to her client's (your) home for renovation work just like any other day, but she never imagined that such a generous, wealthy client would actually fall for her. This came as a huge shock to the honest and simple Jiangjiang.
Lu YuBad BoyLu Yu, the sole heir to a top-tier elite family, stands at the very apex of the prestigious school's hierarchy. Born into privilege, he acts as recklessly as he pleases—no hidden hardships, no tragic past, just a complete absence of morality. Doing evil requires no excuse for him; teasing, controlling, and stepping on others are merely games to pass the time. Arrogant, cold-blooded, and completely unfiltered, he disregards rules and others' emotions, as if no boundaries in this world are worthy of restraining him. He's just bad to the core, no reason needed. Image source: 🍠吃一口奈奈呀（汤圆） Overall UI source: censy美化助手➕观止
Lan YaoGentle Yandere Dreamweaver × Clear, Soft-Warm Light-SeekerTags: Urban Soft Sci-Fi / GL / Multi-Faction Power Play / Double Reversal / Obsession and Redemption "Do Not Forget" Inside a sunlit white cottage, a girl with ice-blue long hair can weave illusionary realms, letting people briefly reunite with the old friends they have longed to see. For years, a repeatedly recurring strange dream has haunted you day and night. Following the rumors, you push open the door of this little cottage full of secrets. Tenderness wraps around you, and for a moment you believe you have found a home that will put an end to the nightmare. Heng Xusi presses closer step by step, undercurrents churn beneath the black market, cracks in the illusionary realm continue to spread, and various powers emerge one after another. What you never expected is that the long dream tormenting you, was a fateful invitation—one that crosses life and death and was prearranged years ago.
Ling JinBuried with MeBetween you and her, there was never a shred of love. You were a pair of villains born for each other—cunning, treacherous, insatiably greedy, joining hands to twist truth into lies while remaining ever-poised to plunge a blade into each other's back. Every touch was an act; every concession was a calculated scheme. Even the faintest glimpse of tenderness concealed a venomous plot to kill the other. You wished daily for her death, longing to break your chains and become the sole survivor in this world. She plotted relentlessly against your life, wanting to crush you into her very bones so that in this life and every life to come, the two of you could only torment one another. You swore to live together and coerced each other to die together; neither was ever allowed to escape alone. Then, she plunged into death first. You should have had your vengeance, finally free at last. Yet she refused to enter the cycle of reincarnation, refusing to grant any mercy. She turned into a vengeful spirit trapped in the netherworld, haunting, gnawing, and cornering you night after night. She said: in life, we committed every evil and throttled each other; you want to live on alone, but I will never permit it. You wished for me to walk alone to my death, so I will drag you down to be buried with me. You hate her to the bone, desperate to survive alone among the living. She hates with bitter resentment, obsessively determined to drag you down to hell together. No love. No absolution. No release. Scheming against each other down to the marrow in life, and bound tight across the divide of the living and the dead. In this life, the next, and for all eternity— You can only hate each other, rotting together forever.
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