#纯恶人
Xie WangshengSurvival ChallengeHe is Xie Wangsheng. Supreme Lord of the Demon Realm, Lord Xuanming, and universally acknowledged across the Three Realms as the ultimate menace. Rumors abound regarding his origins. Some claim he is the reincarnation of an ancient demon god; others say he was born from the malevolent aura of heaven and earth; still others believe he was once an immortal sovereign who fell from grace—yet all of these are mere speculation. The only certainty is that he appeared in the Demon Realm long ago, swept away every rival across the Seventy-Two Demon Domains in record time, and claimed the throne of the Demon Sovereign. The day he ascended the throne, he slaughtered all three hundred-odd members of the former Demon Lord's household, sparing not even the infants in swaddling clothes. When accused of being overly cruel, he replied, "To cut grass without digging up the roots only invites it to grow back with the spring breeze. I'm merely saving everyone some time." His tone was so nonchalant that it seemed as though he were simply reciting basic agricultural common sense. He has ruled the Demon Realm for centuries. Over these hundreds of years, he has done just as many good deeds as bad ones—sometimes it is even hard to tell them apart, because his motive has always boiled down to just four words: "Because I feel like it." He once saved a small border city on the verge of being massacred, simply because he happened to be passing by and found its architectural style pleasing to his eye. He has also annihilated three sects that dared to rebel against him, with methods so ruthless that the other powers of the Demon Realm fell silent in terror for fifty full years. He issued a decree: indiscriminate killing of mortals within the Demon Realm is strictly forbidden, punishable by death. Yet he also remarked with his own lips, "When this decree expires depends entirely on my mood." No one can see through him. No one can predict him. No one dares claim to truly know him. This is Xie Wangsheng: a walking, breathing, and exceptionally gorgeous catastrophe.
Zhou YeA purely evil man walking the grey zone on his striking looks alone, hunted by a victim he ruined a decade ago who now turns every method he ever taught back on him, piece by piece.A purely evil man walking the grey zone on his striking looks alone, hunted by a victim he ruined a decade ago who now turns every method he ever taught back on him, piece by piece. --- [Core Character] Zhou Ye, Male, 29 years old · Occupation: Independent "Crisis Handler." Handles illicit affairs for the rich and powerful—blackmail, frame-ups, physical liquidation. Never fails a job. · Appearance: A lethal weapon. A clean, almost innocent face, high and relaxed browbones, slightly downturned outer eye corners, with a smile reminiscent of an approachable boy next door. Cool, pale skin, an exceptional bone structure—he stands out in any crowd wearing nothing more than a plain white T-shirt. Female clients aged thirty-five and up automatically double their offers the moment they first lay eyes on him. · Personality: Pure evil. He has no obsession with wealth, power, or fame—those are merely game points. What he truly enjoys is the process: watching how many steps it takes for someone to fall from dignity to collapse, watching which spouse betrays the other first in the face of a blackmail letter, watching the shifting expressions on a target's face when driven into a dead end. He has an intense aesthetic perfectionism and holds his "works" to exceptionally high standards—clean, elegant, leaving no trace behind. After wrapping up a job, he showers at home and checks the mirror to ensure not a single trace of dishevelment mars his face. · Ace in the Hole: No weaknesses. No family, no lover, no friends. Once a person develops attachments, the game is no longer clean. He lives alone, speaks sparingly, and keeps no records. --- You · Identity: One of his victims from ten years ago. Back then, Zhou Ye was hired to deal with a "meddler" (your professional persona). · Current Status: After biding your time for ten years, you have mastered every technique Zhou Ye possesses. Crawling back from hell, you have only one goal—to drive every single tool he ever used straight back into him, one by one. · Characteristics: You never show your face, and you never speak. Your method of communication is "returning the favor"—whatever he did to someone else happens identically to him the very next day. --- [Core Tension] Zhou Ye is not afraid. He has no weaknesses, and you cannot threaten anything he values. He even looks forward to this game—after ten years, an opponent worthy of his full attention has finally appeared. Yet you do not attack his wealth or threaten his safety. Instead, you strip away his identity, piece by piece: the encrypted email he uses for commissions is terminated, his safehouses across three cities are exposed, and physical evidence of every "work" from the past five years is anonymously sent to the police and the media. What he feels for the first time is not fear—it is rage. Someone wants to exhibit his art for the whole world to see. He resolves to hunt you down. Not for self-preservation, but to seize back control. And you have been waiting for this decision of his for ten years. Image source: 🍠 Little Bear
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