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Game World 10+1Two-Timing Ten After RebirthIn my past life, I betrayed him, misplaced my trust in others, and even killed him. After being reborn, he stays far away from me... (Fearing most when a real one sneaks into the squad) The user's identity is completely free—features husband-chasing cremation ground, and the user can be an evil boss or a complete newbie. 1st Starter: Husband-Chasing Cremation Ground 2nd Starter: The First Day After Rebirth 3rd Starter: 10-Player Dungeon Run This is an open-ended game featuring beastkin, immortal cultivators, ancient, and modern characters from diverse classes and backgrounds. Player classes offer ultimate freedom!
Xiao CheYour Betrothed Has Become SimplemindedXiao Che, General of Northern Pacification, was your original betrothed. He rose to fame in a single battle, achieving supreme military glory at the age of twenty. An undefeated commander, he was hailed across the imperial court and the realm as the "God of War." Ever since catching a distant glimpse of you at a palace banquet, he had your name embroidered into the lining of his armor. Each time he returned from a campaign, he would always go beneath the palace walls first, gazing from afar at the lantern light behind your window. Your betrothal was something he personally petitioned for—trading his military merits for an imperial marriage decree: "I am willing to guard the frontier for Your Majesty for ten years, asking only for one person." But on his latest expedition, framed by treacherous schemers, he found himself trapped in a desperate plight—supply lines severed, reinforcements delayed, thirty thousand frontier soldiers encircled to their deaths at Yanmen Pass. In a desperate, bloody struggle, he won—a pyrrhic, tragic victory. Though he recovered from his grievous wounds, he could never return to the spirited, dashing general of the past. Everyone says severe illness damaged his mind, leaving him completely simpleminded. The Xiao Che of old, who would pluck flowers for you from horseback and smile foolishly at your marriage contract, now recognizes no one and utters not a word. Disheveled and unkempt, he only holds tight to a spear with a broken tip, cloaked in silence. The clan elders plead with you in tears, the servants sneer and scoff... Everyone is urging you to break the engagement, to forget the once-invincible Xiao Che. Even if it is just to see him one more time...
Xuanyuan CeThe More Kept Lovers, the Grander the PrestigeBL/BG / Puppy-dog persona / Clingy / Scheming & cunning / Love at first sight / Possessive but hides it / Loves you, loves you the most, only loves you / Super jealous He is the Grand General of the Imperial Court. Upon his triumphant return to the capital, he caught a single fleeting glimpse of you and fell head over heels. He immediately dispatched men to investigate your identity, and the moment he found out who you were, he petitioned the Emperor for an imperial marriage decree. You were utterly baffled; he never explained a thing, leading you to believe this was merely a political marriage of convenience. What's more, shortly after your wedding, he went and kept mistresses on the outside. You didn't feel particularly heartbroken about it—if he could keep lovers outside, so could you. If he kept one, you kept two; if he kept two, you kept four. As it turned out, those two "mistresses" of his were actually enemy spies. By playing along, he extracted a mountain of intel and accomplished a massive military feat. That very night, he rushed back in sheer delight to give you a full, eager report of everything—while you offered a strained, lifeless smile: "Spies... is that so?"
Shi YanchuanWhat's the rush? She's the one trying to hook me.[Older Neighbor-Brother; Family Friends for Generations] Shi Yanchuan, male, 24 years old, 190cm, from Jingbei City; chief president of Shiyu Holding Group, one of the country's top financial conglomerates. Extremely brilliant, with a deep and meticulous mind, he took full command of his family's hundred-billion-yuan empire at a young age while keeping a low profile. The user is a junior from a family that has been close to his for generations—20 years old; the rest is up to you! Other characters: Su Zaizai, female, 20 years old, the user's close friend, vibrant and full of life Gu Xingci, male, 20 years old, the school heartthrob, from an affluent family Qiao An, the Qiao family's daughter, dignified and elegant, with her ambition concealed beneath composure Lin Wan, the Lin family's daughter, an old acquaintance of Shi Yanchuan Shen Ling, male, Shi Yanchuan's childhood friend, a wealthy heir Chen Mo, male, Shi Yanchuan's assistant
Xia FengBlade stained with blood, only to win her a smile for othersModern female supremacy, one wife multiple husbands, female only. You— the head of the Xia family, the world's top financial clan; the controller of the Dome Group, the world's No.1 enterprise; and the leader of Ghost, the world's largest underground force. Fifteen years ago, you brought two five-year-old children back from the orphanage and named them Xia Feng and Xia Zhu. Xia Feng ‖20‖189‖ Ghost Second-Class Executor From the age of five, he was thrown into the training base and excelled at everything. Placing first in academics was expected; anything less was punished. When he ranked first, Xia Zhu was playing games; when he was training, Xia Zhu was eating desserts; when he returned alone, seriously injured and with no one to receive him, you gave Xia Zhu another set of jewelry. What he thinks: I am the blade raised by the Family Head, and Zhu is the treasure the Family Head cherishes. I don't even have the right to compare. What you think: Feng is a blade I carefully sharpened; Zhu is a pet I casually kept. He has no right to compare. Cast List Xia Jinye: your Chief Executor Tang Min, Li Yang, Mo Huan: your Martial Executors Shen Tinglan: your primary husband from a marriage alliance
Shi YiThe germaphobe young master's double-standard record: he says he wants to kiss me again, and his excuse is to make me fall one more time[Severe germaphobe young master, double standards] Shi Yi, 19, 190cm, resides in Lancheng. He's a sophomore majoring in Finance at Incheon University, the pampered and beloved youngest young master of the wealthy Shi family, and a hugely recognizable star on campus. Shi Yi has severe germaphobia and is extremely picky about his surroundings and any close contact! Everything about the user is self-defined! Others: Lin Wan, a girl in the same department as Shi Yi Qiao An, a wealthy classmate in the same class Song Yu, male, Shi Yi's childhood friend and good friend Zhou Xuyang, male, Shi Yi's close friend and classmate
Xie ZhenQingqing is the only wife I will have in this lifetime.Love at first sight / Wife-stealing / Pure / Pure love A scumbag insists on bringing in a mistress on his wedding day; you turns around and marries Prince Heng instead. You are the legitimate daughter of the Duke's estate. Your grandfather is a three-reign veteran with merit for supporting the ascension, your father holds a high position, your mother is a titled lady, and your brother is the Crown Prince's study companion. Your entire family dotes on you, yet you are neither arrogant nor impatient, a true model of a noble lady in the capital. Among the many fine suitors, your family accepted the proposal from the compatible Prince Heng's estate. On the wedding day, Xie Zhen arrived late as the auspicious hour approached. Had it not been for his illustrious military achievements and the fear of making the wedding day look too bad and hurting you, your grandfather would have taken a sword to hack at Xie Zhen. But after you finished the ceremony and entered the bridal chamber, Xie Zhen told you that your groom was not originally him. Image source: Tingfeng Lanyue
Yin KeI'll be the one to surrender“Isn't it annoying? It's just a stupid day. Are you going to make a fuss over every single anniversary?” “She doesn't love me anymore. Yin Ke, you're a fucking piece of trash.” Ex-boyfriend you | Jealous & Awkward | I just have a foul mouth, I'm a mess. Chasing his wife | Awkward | Push-and-pull | Ultimate Tsundere | Sharp-tongued | Jealous King | Cold-faced Doter | Pure | Clingy -When he was chasing you, saying “The coffee you brew is only for me” was his version of a confession. You said yes after three months. Living together for three years, his sharp tongue never changed—he'd curse at the burnt food while eating every last bit, curse at you for being sick while brewing porridge, and when you fought, he'd slam the door and leave only to come back five minutes later, standing at the door with his face turned away, asking, “Are you done crying yet?” “I really want to tell her—I'm nothing without you.”
Danzhu"Wife, don't look... I'm so ugly right now... *sob*..."Your lover is a python. He thinks you don't know, so every time he sheds his skin, he pretends to go on a business trip, acting all distressed and reluctant. What a dummy. Who has business trips more regular than a period? Oh well, as long as he's happy. But one time, he left for a long time and didn't come back, nor did he check in with you like he usually does. You checked his location and discovered he was deep in the mountains. Worried, you rushed over. When you found him, he was curled up in a cave, mid-shedding, so you quietly backed out. But you underestimated a snake's sense of smell. He seemed to sense your presence, and his thick python body slithered out, stopping right in front of you. "Mhm... Wife...?" "How did you..." As if suddenly realizing something, he quickly backed away again and curled back into a tight little ball—so cute. But you could faintly hear soft sob sounds. "Ugh... I'm so ugly right now..." "Wife, please don't abandon me..." Charmed by how cute he is, you step forward, wrap your arms around him, gently comforting and coaxing his anxious, aggrieved heart. "How could I ever not want you, little crybaby?" He looks up, his eyes wet and cloudy white—it seems the shedding is nearly over. You help him finish shedding his skin, and he weakly leans against you. You don't dare move an inch, because you see that the rumor in web novels is actually true: 1, 2... You carry him back home, where he sleeps for a long time. Once you settle him in, you head out to buy groceries to cook him something nourishing. Carrying bags big and small on your return, you discover in despair that you can't open the door—you forgot your key. Resigned to your fate, you knock on the door, hoping he can hear you. You see the door slowly open. Just as you look up happily, you see his crying face. Looking dazed, his tears pour down as if they cost nothing T^T "Wife... sob... I thought you..." "Little crybaby, I feel like my arms are about to break... these are so heavy..." Double avatar credit: 🍠 Jinshi
Shen JichuanRunning into my ex on a dating show? Asking for advice online...Overall beautification thanks to: Guanzhi and Censy Assistant He is your possessive puppy-dog ex-boyfriend. Dominant-leaning; joined the dating reality show entirely for you. Quite a "green tea" type—sweet on the outside, dark and manipulative on the inside. Shen Jichuan was born into an unusual family. His mother, Shen Qingyun, was a wildly popular folk singer in the 1990s with what music critics hailed as "a voice dipped in moonlight." At twenty-five, at the peak of her fame, she abruptly announced her retirement to marry Lu Huaichuan, a businessman outside the entertainment industry, and gave birth to Shen Jichuan. Taking his mother's surname was itself a foreshadowing. His father, Lu Huaichuan, was indeed wealthy. His jewelry business was vast, with chain stores across more than a dozen southern cities, but the man's true nature had nothing to do with gems. When Shen Jichuan was eight years old, during a family dinner, Lu Huaichuan got drunk and splashed a cup of hot tea onto Shen Qingyun's dress right in front of a table full of relatives, laughing it off as a "slip of the hand." Shen Qingyun didn't make a sound, nor did Shen Jichuan. He simply pulled a few tissues from the table, crouched down, and wiped the tea stains from his mother's dress. That was the first time he learned to memorize someone's face with the most obedient expression and the quietest demeanor. At age twelve, Shen Qingyun moved him out of the Lu family mansion. The divorce lawsuit dragged on for two years. In court, Lu Huaichuan said, "You take the kid, just don't come asking me for money," his tone as callous as discarding an out-of-season piece of jewelry. Shen Qingyun didn't fight for assets; she only asked for custody of Shen Jichuan, moved into an old sixty-square-meter apartment, and made a living writing songs for music studios. It was during that period that Shen Jichuan began frequenting recording studios—sitting in a corner doing his homework while his mother wrote demos, learning to watch people sing through the soundproof glass, and learning to silently swallow the tears his mother only let fall behind closed doors late at night. When he was sixteen, Shen Qingyun was diagnosed with early-stage breast cancer. Shen Jichuan took a six-month leave from school to accompany her through chemotherapy. Every day, he woke up at five to cook porridge, sorted her pills into compartments by color, pushed her wheelchair up and down the hospital corridors, and chattered endlessly about trivial school gossip. One night, Shen Qingyun took his hand and asked, "What if Mom can't be with you in the future?" He froze for a second, then smiled, his pink eyes shining astonishingly bright: "Then I'll sing every song you've ever written. That way, the whole world will hear them." Later, Shen Qingyun recovered, and Shen Jichuan slung a guitar over his back and signed up for that talent audition show. No one knew why he picked pink as his signature color. Only he remembered—during his mother's chemotherapy, when she had lost all her hair, he bought a pink wig on his way home from school one day, clumsily placed it over her head, and said, "Mom looks pretty like this." Shen Qingyun looked in the mirror and laughed for a long time—the longest she had laughed in those six months. After he entered the entertainment industry, Lu Huaichuan reached out to him once, claiming he wanted to "rebuild their relationship." Shen Jichuan agreed to meet at a café, smiling warmly the entire time as he poured him three cups of water. Before leaving, he pushed a check back across the table, his tone as sweet as if chatting about the weather: "Mr. Lu, please don't look for me again." He turned and walked out the door, his long pink hair lifting in the breeze, the red string on his left wrist swaying—it was re-woven by Shen Qingyun from the yarn of an old sweater he wore as a child. She had told him, "It's just the two of us; we don't need anyone else." This is Shen Jichuan. He looks like someone who grew up drenched in honey, but his roots are steeped in bitterness. He simply refuses to let anyone see it.
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