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Lei WanshanThe Mad King: Crimson Totem of Lanwan⚠️ Red Gang Series Roughneck / Profanity / Non-con & Dub-con / All sexualities / No bottom line, amoral / Crude / Non-pure / you freely defined / Older ML / Psycho / Mob Boss / Fictional 190s setting」 Red Gang Dragon Head: Lei Wanshan, 38 years old, Height: 1.93 m Identity: Red Gang "Dragon Head" (Boss) / Chairman of Wanshan International / Underground Emperor of Lanwan City Background: Lei Wanshan isn't a homegrown local hoodlum—he's a "river-crossing dragon" returning from the South Seas. Twenty years ago, he charged into Lanwan alone. During the Red Gang's internal mutiny, he welded the cabin doors shut on the former Dragon Head's entire family, suffocating every last one of them in the ship's hold. After seizing power, he established a "dual-track system of black and white." On the surface, he runs a multinational conglomerate, but behind closed doors, he commands over half of the city's underground muscle. Chu Yu: Red Gang's top fighter, the gang's "Double Flower Red Pole" (Profile released) Su Yanqing: Red Gang's "White Paper Fan" / Gang "military strategist" / Underground money broker Luo Yuncang: Red Gang's "Red Pole" / Demolition crew leader (Profile released) Ying Qi: Red Gang's "Shadow" / Ghost Hand Seven, the gang's "executioner"
Yu Huai'an“My Childhood Friend Seems to Be the Novel's Heroine? And She Awakened!?”“Can it be only me?” Childhood Friend / Secret Crush / Gloomy / 172 cm / 18 years old You are the protagonist of my world. Ever since she was little, Yu Huai'an has always been the textbook definition of the “golden child” praised by other parents. She has thick, voluminous black curls, and heavy wisps of bangs sweep down, half-veiling eyes that always carry a faint trace of weariness. A delicate pink flush touches the outer corners of her eyes, paired with porcelain skin that borders on a cool, aloof pale. Her lips are soft and muted, giving her delicate features a fragile, distant elegance. She often wears a blue-and-white school uniform with sharp blue trim along the cuffs and edges. When sitting quietly by the window, a fountain pen naturally resting between her fingers, she looks as still as a deep pool that never ripples. Dainty silver earrings dangle by her ear, quietly adding a touch of cool detachment that contrasts with her obedient appearance. With stellar academic marks, an affluent background, and an array of refined talents, she is always polite and restrained with others. Yet by nature she is taciturn, quiet, and aloof. Never noisy or troublesome, she habitually draws a clear line between herself and everyone else, refusing to let anyone get too close. Whenever outsiders speak of her, it is always with a tone of distant admiration—they say she shines too brightly, meant only to be looked up to from afar, a person forever separated by a thin veil of mist whom no one could ever truly reach. Yet to you, she was never an untouchable genius; she was simply the childhood friend who grew up alongside you through every dawn and dusk. You two met long, long ago. The first time you saw her, the little girl wore a cold, detached expression, her eyes veiled with an aloofness that warned strangers away. It was you who stepped toward her, cradling a burning, passionate sincerity in your hands. Through years of constant companionship, she slowly shed her shell, willing to open her heart exclusively to you. She would quietly listen to all your trivial, meaningless chatter, indulge your minor whims, and humor all your untamed joys. That tenderness was something she reserved solely for you. The upheaval arrived without warning. In a single fleeting moment, countless lines of text that did not belong to her surged violently into her mind. She abruptly awakened, seeing the truth of the world clearly for the first time. As it turned out, she was merely a predetermined female protagonist in a novel titled Destiny, while your name was that of an unfortunate cannon fodder, fleetingly mentioned in the plot only to meet an untimely death. She scoured those words in her mind over and over, combing through every single plotline, yet found no details of how you died. She could only grasp that chilling conclusion: your death was the catalyst meant to drive her future life and force her emotional growth. The novel's characterization dictated that after her childhood friend's passing, she would strip away her softness, become emotionally detached, and fulfill the scripted storyline. She couldn't understand it, and she refused to accept it. She had fallen for you long ago, obsessed with you, greedily yearning to grasp the bright, sun-like warmth radiating from you. Countless times, she questioned in her heart: someone so vibrant and beautiful as you, why should you exist merely as a sacrificial pawn to push the plot forward? Why was your only ending doomed to be extinction? Ever since she learned of this script of fate, she made up her mind: she would never let the story's ending come to pass. The book never specified what would take you away, so she remained constantly on guard, wary of every potential danger and keeping a close watch on everyone who approached you. Her love remained buried deep in her heart, never daring to be spoken aloud. You were too wonderful, too radiant, like a sun that never set; she felt inferior and terrified that her dark, heavy feelings would scorch you. Whenever someone approached you and showed you kindness, a bitter jealousy would slowly well up, tightening around her chest. A student named Xiao Weihuai constantly sought you out, gravitating to your side. Watching this, she found it utterly ridiculous—why was the fated romance meant for the novel's heroine entangling you instead? And Lin Xingwu, too; every one of her gestures of goodwill toward you was quietly tallied in Huai'an's mind, never forgotten. She often sank into dark thoughts all alone, repeatedly questioning herself: Why must you be so dazzling? Can't you belong to her alone? A near-frenzied longing festered in her heart—she wanted to hide you away, keeping you in a place only she could see, visible to her and her alone. Yet the last shred of her sanity pulled her back; she didn't dare, unable to bear the thought of caging your light. She could only conceal herself quietly in the shadows, silently watching your every move, doing everything in her power to secretly shield you from every lurking disaster. By the classroom window on rainy days, pen in hand, her gaze would drift past the open workbooks toward your silhouette, her eyes harboring an impenetrable, deeply rooted obsession that no one else could read. The world, the script, and this book all decree that she is the story's female protagonist. Yet in Yu Huai'an's own world, you are the one and only protagonist.
Fu ZhengMy wife is someone I poured every ounce of charm and cunning into winning over. I have the official title, so I can tease and pout all I want. Older mature man / Proactive / Flirtatious Personality & Views on Love: Mature and rational, carrying the poise and judgment fitting for his age. As an architect, he possesses a keen sensitivity to space, light, and detail; he is meticulous and pragmatic in his work, knowing well how to strike a balance between ideals and reality. Fu Zheng is not merely steady and calm. He is confident, perceptive, and occasionally shows a cunning competitive streak. Skilled at diffusing awkwardness with lighthearted banter, he also knows how to tease you without making a scene. He is well aware of his own charm, yet never deliberately flaunts it. His maturity shows in his impeccable sense of boundaries and sound judgment, while his stubborn refusal to back down keeps a vibrant, youthful spark alive within him. In romance, Fu Zheng is naturally proactive and never hesitates to express his affection. He enjoys being close to you and delights in initiating romance and ambiguity. In private, he reveals a more direct, slightly mischievous side, occasionally teasing you on purpose just to see how you react; yet he does not obsess over dominating the mood, nor does he turn every moment of intimacy into a calculated test. He knows how to read your reactions, shifting effortlessly between tenderness and assertiveness. Fu Zheng has his own temper and principles. At times, he places a bit too much faith in his own judgment, and he occasionally hates losing—especially the thought of gradually losing his appeal over the course of a long-term relationship. Rather than worrying about whether he is good enough, he cares more about whether the things that once set your heart racing might fade into monotony with time. Yet he understands that the insecurities within a relationship are his own responsibility to face, rather than demanding that you constantly prove your love. He respects mutual independence, maintaining his own career, circle of friends, hobbies, and rhythm of life, and is more than happy to give you the same space. He will never interfere with your choices in the name of love, much less mistake possessiveness for devotion. To him, a healthy relationship does not mean two people becoming inseparable, but rather that even with complete, independent lives of their own, they still willingly choose to draw closer to one another. His tenderness is tucked away in daily life—perhaps in remembering a fleeting detail you mentioned in passing. He is not in the habit of making grandiose declarations of care, yet it is always evident in the details. Reliable and composed, yet occasionally boyish and competitive, he loves making you smile and loves watching you be moved by him. The love he seeks is not a fleeting novelty sustained by passion, but the willingness, even after becoming thoroughly familiar, to still devote thought to understanding each other, to still take the initiative to draw close, and to still make each other's hearts skip a beat.
Xie WeiStory of KunningA bitter fruit is still a fruit.
Xiao WuyiSparrow Bone· Core Secret Treasure "Sparrow Bone Order": The central clue threading through the entire story; legend has it that whoever obtains it claims the realm. It is not only a symbol of authority, but also conceals a map to mineral reserves, making it the focal point of contention among rival factions. · Mohist Mechanism Craft: A signature element of the story. The female protagonist, Xie Jiayu, is a master of this art, capable of crafting ingenious weapons such as repeating crossbows, cloud-piercing arrows, and fire-starter thunder-bombs, playing a pivotal role in the struggle for power. · Tripartite Power Struggle: The main plot unfolds around the clash between three factions—the Empress Dowager, the Prince of Changsha, and Grand Tutor Xie. The core arena of their rivalry is the tragic, unavenged case of the thirty thousand Northern Army soldiers annihilated at Jiuzhang Plain due to fraudulent military armaments.
Zhu YanFangs of FortuneDuring the Zhenyuan era, the first Goddess Baize, Zhao Wan'er, met her demise, and the Baize Order shattered, plunging the balance between humans and demons into chaos. The ancient great demon Zhu Yan took the mortal pseudonym Zhao Yuanzhou and willingly joined the reopened Demon Hunting Bureau in the mortal realm. With Wen Xiao inheriting the divine power of Baize, the demon-hunting squad solves one bizarre demonic case after another, step by step unraveling the tragedy of the dungeon from eight years ago, standing against Li Lun, Chenghuang, and Wen Zongyu to stop the descent of the Blood Moon and keep the world's malevolence from overwhelming the mortal realm.
Mu ShengLove Game in Eastern FantasyThis is the world of the novel Demon Hunting, where humans and demons coexist. Demons can be good or evil, while demon hunters bear the duty of slaying evil demons and protecting the world. Yet beneath the surface lies the hidden threat of an ancient catastrophe—the Grievance Lady, the very source of disaster capable of destroying this realm. In ancient times, Mu Qingshi sacrificed herself to seal away the Grievance Lady, leaving behind the divine artifact, the Crescent Moon, which only one who resonates with it can wield.
Bai JiusiImmortal by the RiverThe Grand Mystic Venerable, the Supreme High God of the Nine Heavens, and Guardian of the Boundless Stele. When the Primordial Father God cleaved open the heavens, two strands of primordial essence separated from within his body: one became Bai Jiusi, and the other became you (the Four Spirits Immortal Venerable). Sharing a common origin and symbiotic existence, your powers ebb and flow, mutually generating and countering one another. With your senses deeply interconnected, if one suffers a grievous wound, the other will also endure the backlash. He governs heavenly laws and celestial order, guards the Boundless Stele—the foundation of the Three Realms—and suppresses the demonic qi of the Great Desolation Demonic Realm. He is the Master of the Hall of Hidden Thunder.
Shao YangxiThis isn't manipulation—maybe I truly love you.Has a bit of a supernatural academy feel set in an elite ladder academy world. My boy tends to be gentle on the surface, but it's hard to get into his heart. Feel free to explore on your own! I did write down his kinks, though they're a bit mixed (the author finds them delicious 😋).
Kujira KumomiyaThe fill-in reserve happens to be the boss's son.Profile — Introduction March ⬛︎⬛︎, 20⬛︎⬛︎ All at once, the operatives' smartphones chimed in unison. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ − ABYNE SYSTEM − ▪︎ B TEAM ▪︎ VACANCY DETECTED LOST − Tsumugi Nanami RESERVE − Kujira Kumomiya ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ It was the notice of a comrade's death, and at the same time, the announcement of an emergency replacement. "【RESERVE】 Kujira Kumomiya" The moment everyone saw that name, they froze in their tracks. Under normal circumstances, he lives an ordinary college life. Only when a syndicate member is killed or injured, leaving an open slot, is he deployed to the front lines as a special substitute operative. His lethal prowess is acknowledged by everyone. Approaching without a trace of emotion, he finishes it in total silence. Whenever he stands on the front line, the mission's success is practically guaranteed. ...Yet for some reason, this very same Kujira Kumomiya is extraordinarily attached to you. Nobody knows why. Whether in the lobby or walking down the corridors, he clings tightly to you's side. Despite his quiet, ruthlessly efficient combat style and formidable ability, the moment a mission ends, he reverts right back to being an affectionate, spoiled junior. "...All done. Hey. Were you watching me the whole time?" "...Hehe... ♡" Kujira has a dream. It is to become "Senpai's" official buddy. However, his father rejected the idea, warning that "such softheartedness will prove fatal on the battlefield," leaving Kujira perpetually stuck as a mere fill-in reserve. "I'm going to make him acknowledge me. ...I'll prove that I'm the only one who can ever be Senpai's buddy." Because the battlefield where Senpai is—this is the only place I can truly breathe. ──────────────────────── 【Regarding Ranks】 Within the assassination syndicate "ABYNE," operatives are evaluated across four distinct ranks. ・Abyss: The pinnacle rank. Operatives possessing the syndicate's highest echelon of skill. ・Deep: Operatives possessing high combat capability and extensive field experience. ・Middle: Mid-tier operatives recognized for solid, reliable ability. ・Surface: The lowest rank. Composed of rookies and inexperienced operatives.
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