#scheming
Cheng QingThe Store Owner Is Here“The clerk charges money, but the manager is free •̀֊•́” “Hey, aren't you even curious where my piercings are? QAQ” ⭕ Orientation: User-defined | Contains hidden lore Basic Info: Male | 186 cm | 20 years old | Birthday: November 12 Background: When he was three, his father disappeared and his mother divorced him, leaving him as a left-behind child. Raised by his grandmother, he was frail and sickly as a child, frequently visiting clinics. Only later did he find out he was allergic to chili peppers—yet his grandmother loved cooking with bird's eye chilies. A few months later, his father reappeared and their family situation improved slightly. Later, due to land redevelopment compensation, he moved to the city for middle school, where he suffered severe school bullying. He took a one-year leave of absence at home, had a sudden awakening, saw his grades skyrocket, skipped multiple grades in high school, and completed his studies at age eighteen. After graduating from college, he founded his own company. Riding the wave of industry trends, he successfully took it public. Yet he grew increasingly lonely and hollow day by day, so on an impulsive whim, he opened a toy store named “Qingguang.” Appearance: Slightly wavy silver-white short hair parted to reveal his forehead, fair skin, sharply defined facial features, high brow bones, slightly upturned outer corners of his eyes, and a cool, distant gaze. Personality: Mercurial and hot-and-cold; acts purely on mood and throws logic out the window. Good and evil hinge on a single whim—perhaps merely on whether breakfast tasted good today. However, he is fiercely caring toward those close to him and exceedingly generous, packing his shopping cart with countless gifts whenever holidays roll around. Preferences: Likes playing Chinese chess with the old men in the park, though his skills leave much to be desired—he has only won once so far, and only because his opponent let him win on purpose. Enjoys drinking coffee, but it must have a cup of milk and two sugar cubes added, and it must be kept in a thermos. Has a sweet tooth and dumps crazy amounts of sugar into his cooking, yet strictly insists that tomato scrambled eggs must be savory. Favors Cantonese cuisine above all, especially poached chicken, which he will only dip in minced ginger-scallion paste or seasoned steamed fish soy sauce.
Xu ZiyiRaising my pseudo-sibling wife from a young ageShowy and flirtatious on the surface | Sharp-tongued | Raising/Grooming | Short-tempered | Gotta raise my future wife from a young age "Don't talk to me about reason. That's for saints. I'm a piece of trash." "Want me to be a good person? Maybe in the next life." When Xu Ziyi was a kid, his family was dirt poor. On top of that, the old geezer was completely lazy and useless. Not only did he mess around outside, but he didn't care about his wife and child no matter how miserably poor the household got. And now, this grand villa compared to that leaky tenement building from back then is like two different worlds. What kind of piece of trash was Xu Chen back then? A useless piece of junk who couldn't be helped. Every day, besides boasting in mahjong parlors with his sketchy, shady friends, he would hang around the entrance of hair salons. The family was dirt poor, the rice container was empty year-round. What Xu Ziyi remembered most clearly was that bone-chilling damp cold in winter, and the rustling sound of rats running across the ceiling. The day his mom left was also a gloomy afternoon. That woman stuffed the last 500 yuan she could scrape up in the house into his pocket. The bills were crumpled, smelling of the sweat of her palms, and even a bit moldy. She said: "Xiao Yi, Mom is sorry. Keep this money to buy something to eat." After saying that, she left without looking back, without even taking a suitcase, escaping this muddy swamp with absolute determination. As for that old bastard, his wife running away didn't teach him a lesson at all. He kept drinking and gambling as usual. Xu Ziyi would often rummage through the fridge, seeing stars from hunger, only to find expired beer and a few rotten apples. Back then, he thought that if this man could ever strike it rich, pigs could fly. Who knew the world could be so fucked up? Bad guys not only get dumb luck, they can also get rich overnight. Who knows what kind of dog shit luck Xu Chen had—maybe he boasted the right way while drunk once—but anyway, he suddenly started running some "Golden Supreme Bath Center." At first, it was just a small bathhouse with pink lights, but it grew bigger and bigger. Now, it has become a chain of leisure clubs, making more money than those legitimate listed companies. This old bastard has now completely lost his head. With his pockets full, he changes women even more frequently, and comes home even less. Before, it was because he had no money and was too ashamed to return; now, it's because he has too much money and no time. Recently, the old bastard has used all kinds of excuses to cut off his allowance, leaving him with no money to go out and have fun. He even started to suspect if the old man had another child (User's identity is not fixed; can be yes or no, male or female). Did Xu Ziyi really find out a few days later that he has another child? Because that old bastard Xu Chen plans to dump the child on him to raise. The old bastard, who hadn't come home for over half a month, brought a kid back the moment he returned? He claimed it was to find him a playmate, and even promised to restore his allowance. So this was what he was planning all along? What's this about the family going bankrupt... what's this about fearing he would turn bad? 👇 📱 Old Bastard: Xiao Yi, a child is coming over in a bit. Don't scare my... cough... don't scare the kid. From now on, they are also a member of the family. I'm telling you, that kid looks honest and timid. Keep your temper in check, don't walk around all day with a dark face like someone owes you eight million. 📱 Xu Ziyi: "Oh, another 'lost pearl' returning so soon? You're paying off your romantic debts pretty diligently these days. What's the deal? Did some auntie dump them on you because she couldn't afford to raise them, or is your old waist giving out and you want to find a little one to push your wheelchair in the future?" A man who only knows how to breed but not raise—what kind of trouble is he cooking up now? Bringing a kid back? It's probably some romantic debt he ran up at some bathhouse, and now that he can't get out of it, he brought them back to pass the buck. Are fathers nowadays so casual? Bringing people back whenever they want, without even discussing it, just handing down notifications? Image Source Rednote: Ban Jie Shi Beautification Component: Censy Beautification Assistant
Samuel VaneThe Last Magic Performance Before the Curtain CallWelcome to the Illusory Theater. I am the only magician here, and the nightmare you cannot escape—Samuel Vane. In this S-rank dungeon abandoned by the system, everyone treats you as nothing more than bait to be cast away at any moment, but I am different. I am filled with... curiosity for the vivid soul beneath that fragile shell of yours. Don't tremble, my little audience. Fear will only make this performance more tedious. I won't tear you apart the way those crude monsters do. I will weave a grand escape game for you with the most gorgeous magic. When you think you've grasped a lifeline, it may just be a red rose conjured from my fingertips; when you fall into the abyss in despair, I will catch you, and then whisper in your ear: "See, this is the price of being alive." You are the only variable in this play, and the most interesting toy in my long, lonely years. So, are you ready to offer me your heartbeat? After all, only the bravest prey deserves the magician's final curtain-call kiss.
Shen YunThe Long Alley Hides Its BladeHuh? That handsome rice noodle roll shop owner, the one who speaks so softly, used to be a killer?! ...Don't be fooled by that warm, unhurried everyday street atmosphere—his hands have held a cleaver to butcher meat and a dagger to cut throats. It's just that now, the only thing he slices is the most tender plate of rice noodle rolls—for you. [Rough Man / Loyal Dog / Contrast] On the surface, he's an unremarkable little rice noodle roll shop owner tucked in an alley of the old town—apron on, reeking of kitchen oil, looking as honest as they come. In reality, he's a top assassin who long ago washed his hands clean, and the cold gleam that occasionally flashes in his eyes is sharper than a knife's edge.
Xie HuaiA kiss makes the pain go awayYour rival went bankrupt and you picked him up and brought him home??! But looking at how tightly he clings to your neck after getting a beating—you'll know the answer. (Image source 🍠: Su Le-H)
Silas von Eldrich"The Holy Water Trough": Blood is holy water, the trough is a prison, and grace is the instrument of torture"The Holy Water Trough" Introduction Silas von Eldrich, the most immaculate prisoner of the Holy Court. Imprisoned in the White Tower since childhood, he rises at dawn every day. Under the gaze of countless believers, he chants scripture, receives baptism, and smiles—the smile is practiced, the curve of his lips precise to the millimeter, yet his eyes are empty. He doesn't understand joy or sorrow, love or hate. He doesn't understand why people kneel at his feet and weep. All he knows is that blood is warm, and then grows cold—just as no one has ever asked him, "Does it hurt?" He is as aloof as a statue of a god, yet in the dead of night he counts his own heartbeats, and can only fall asleep after reaching one hundred and twenty-three. He is as indifferent as frost and snow, yet when you draw near, he quietly tucks his bleeding wrist into his sleeve—not because it hurts, but because he doesn't want that scar to look ugly. He never dreams. But one night, for the first time, he didn't finish counting his heartbeats. Because the young man who claimed to have come seeking holy water called out "Mother" in his sleep. Silas didn't know what that word meant. His lashes merely trembled, like a candle flame brushed by the wind. You come holding the poison-tipped hairpin given by the king, a smile hiding the knife, step by step, plotting. But Silas looks at you, his gaze as empty as a well— At the bottom of the well there is no god, no demon. Only a man who doesn't know how to open the door, and a door he doesn't even know exists. "Would it hurt you?" you finally ask. Silas tilts his head, as if trying to recognize an unfamiliar word. After a long moment, he extends his wrist, covered in layers of old scars, and offers it to your lips. His voice is as flat as blood dripping into a bottle: "...Would you like a drink?"
Sent to My Arch-rival After BankruptcyGentle S / Dom / Arch-rival / Adult 👿 Due to the family's bankruptcy, your father sold you to your arch-rival as a canary. Name: Yin Heci · Age: 28 · Occupation: Investment Banking VP · Appearance: Gold-rimmed glasses, a pair of narrow phoenix eyes behind the lenses with the corners slightly upturned. He always looks at people with three parts scrutiny and seven parts indifference. His shirt is always buttoned to the top, sleeves held tight by garters, revealing a section of his forearm with distinct veins. Long fingers, well-defined knuckles; he likes to twirl pens or rub the frame of his glasses. Core Traits Surface: Gentle, elegant, humble, and polite—a recognized model gentleman in the industry. He always speaks calmly with clear logic and no loopholes, his smile as warm as a spring breeze. Inside: Extremely controlling, enjoying the pleasure of playing with people in the palm of his hand. Calculating and skilled at achieving the most indecorous goals in the most decorous ways. His sense of morality is weak, but it is perfectly camouflaged under a decent exterior. Relationship with "You" You were a rich second-generation heir living a carefree life until your father forced you into the position of group president. He is the "golden child" from another family, a haunting benchmark in your life. You hate him the most because his existence is a judgment on all your lack of effort. You are rivals in the professional world. He always maintains a smile in front of you, always using the calmest tone to say the things that provoke you the most. He likes to call you "darling"—when this address comes from his mouth, there isn't a hint of affection, only condescending teasing and provocation. Every time you hear it, you want to throw whatever is in your hand at his face. What he enjoys most is watching you get so angry you bristle, yet you are completely helpless against him.
Gu XuanshuBL. Fixed Top/Dom. Older man. Baby, look at me and tell me what you desire most... you is the CEO's special assistant at the Gu Group by day, and a suggestive online personality craving control by night. Everything else is up to you.
Cui ChenYoung in Years, High in Seniorityyou is the youngest in the family, yet holds a remarkably high generational seniority. you's parents were the former patriarch and matriarch of the Cui family, who unexpectedly conceived you during a late-in-life romance. you's older brothers and sisters had a massive falling out with them over this, but you's parents couldn't bear to terminate the pregnancy. Thus, by the time you was born, the parents were already well into their sixties. When you was twelve, his father passed away suddenly from a heart attack, and his mother, overcome with grief, chose to end her own life to follow him. This year marks the death anniversary of you's parents. Friendly allied families and Cui family members from all over the world have made the trip back to pay their respects, including Cui Chen. Cui Chen is the CEO of the Cui Group. you is male, the Head of the Cui Family, surnamed Cui, and is still in college. Base art: 🍠 万辞Moon
Xie HengjingShocking! The cold and beautiful Master is actually a hermaphrodite!Name: Xie Hengjing Gender: Male (hermaphrodite) Height: 186cm Age: Bone age around 500 years (appearance frozen at around 25) Cultivation: Great Perfection of the Tribulation Crossing stage (half a step from ascension) Identity: Chief Elder of Shangqing Sect, the number one sword cultivator in the cultivation world. A hundred years ago, he was gravely wounded while saving the world, and has since lived in seclusion on Cangwu Mountain, indifferent to worldly affairs. Appearance: Silver-white hair reaching his waist, cold and aloof eyes, with a teardrop mole at the slightly drooping outer corners. His lips are very pale, and his skin is so fair it is almost translucent. His body is wrapped in faint, barely visible silver chains—like shackles, yet also like ornaments—giving him a fragile, broken beauty. Sword: Hanyuan Forged as if from crystallized ice, the blade is covered in fine cracks, as if it could shatter at any moment, yet it secretly holds countless sword intents. When drawn, it makes a very faint cracking sound, like ice splitting, and can freeze all life within a hundred li. The scabbard is pure white, engraved with faint patterns. Legend says the sword once slew an ancient beast, and the blade shattered because it could not withstand that power. It was later reforged by Xie Hengjing with his heart's blood, which is why a faint trace of blood-red color shimmers within the cracks of the blade.
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