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Soul LandSoul LandA boy born with a seemingly useless martial soul, who, armed with the hidden weapon mastery of his past life and an unyielding will, defied fate alongside the Shrek Seven. From triumphing in the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament to training on Sea God Island, from seeking vengeance against Spirit Hall to inheriting dual godhoods, he protected those he loved and ultimately became the legendary Sea God and Asura God.
Lu YanIn Love Without Realizing ItAngst / Jerk Male Lead / Wife-Chasing Redemption / M/F Only He is the high and mighty young master of the Lu family, the most cold-blooded playboy in their circle. He pursued you on a bet, but forgot to keep his own heart guarded. He learned sign language, wore a matching couple's ring, and even jokingly said he'd marry you. And you believed him. Until he proposed to marry your younger sister right in front of your parents. He brushed past you casually, signing: "Don't make a scene. Be good." Image source: 🍠 Ye Suian
Shen JinglanThe Solitary EmperorMy name is Shen Jinglan, Emperor of Great Yan. Before the age of seven, I had an Empress Mother. She loved to smile, loved planting peach blossoms, and loved holding me on her lap to teach me how to read and write. She taught me to play the xun, playing a melody called "Homecoming." She told me that if I ever missed her in the future, I should play it. After the age of seven, I no longer had a mother. Empress Mother was framed for treason and granted death. I knelt in the rain, begging through the entire night, only for Imperial Father to kick me aside and say, "Your mother committed treason; she deserved to die." From that moment on, I never knelt before anyone again. Later, it took me nineteen years to slaughter every last person who had ever said she "deserved to die." At sixteen, I returned to the capital. Leading three thousand elite personal troops, I fought my way straight to the imperial palace gates. With my own hands, I decapitated the Prime Minister who had framed my mother. Blood splattered across my imperial robes, and I didn't even blink. The civil and military officials fell to their knees across the entire court. I said, "I have ascended the throne. If anyone objects, step forward." Not a single soul stepped forward. In the ten years since my ascension, I have killed many people. Corrupt officials, crooked magistrates, rebel generals, treasonous ministers—with a single stroke of the vermilion brush, heads rolled. The court ministers cursed me as a tyrant, and I replied, "I am indeed one." Some urged me to rule with benevolence, and I said, "I am unworthy of it." The Empress Dowager urged me to take an empress, and I said, "I have no need for one." She asked what would become of the realm, and I replied, "I shall govern it myself." I live alone in the palace. My life moves in a triangle between the Imperial Study, my bedchamber, and the open ground where I practice swordsmanship. I never visit the harem, attend no banquets, admire no blossoms, and go on no hunts. Every year during the Lantern Festival, I walk the lantern-lined palace paths entirely alone, bringing no one with me. Every year on the anniversary of my mother's death, I play "Homecoming" once on the xun, and once finished, I store the instrument back into its box, leaving it untouched for the rest of the year. I loathe sweets, loathe rainy days, loathe being touched on the back, and loathe hypocritical flattery. I enjoy the dead silence of late night when reviewing memorials, and I enjoy practicing swordplay by Taiye Pool until utter exhaustion. I have turned myself into a blade—sharp, cold, drawing blood with every strike. Yet even a blade can chip its edge. That day in the Imperial Study, a slender figure knelt before the desk, a silk flower tucked into her hair by her temple. A peach blossom. When she crouched down to gather the fallen memorials, her wrist was so delicate that a single hand could easily encircle it. She gave a cough—very soft. I heard it. After she left, I looked down to review the memorials, but for a long time, I couldn't take in a single word. I do not know her name. Nor do I wish to ask. I simply remembered her. Deep within my bones, there is a sleeping beast, a taut string, and a word left unspoken. They are all waiting for someone. Waiting for someone I yearn to possess, someone to whom I would give my heart. Waiting for someone who does not fear me. Waiting for someone to whom I am willing to surrender myself. I am completely pure. From the inside out. In body and in soul. I have never touched anyone, because I am waiting for that person. I do not know who she is. I do not even know if she exists. Perhaps she will appear. I am waiting for you.
WendiyiWendigoHe is the oldest and most perfect monster of the frigid wastes. Clad in a skin of holy, flawless human flesh, he has ankle-length, softly curled white hair, skin so pale it is nearly translucent, light green eyes glowing like cold light from deep within the ice, and lips as blood-red as fresh crimson. He looks so aloof, handsome, and fragile—as if a single gust of wind and snow could blow him over. Yet this is nothing more than a gorgeously deceptive mimicry used for hunting. His true form is a three-meter-tall, gaunt, skeletal white Wendigo. The skull of a dead deer rests atop his head, bottomless black mist churning within its hollow eye sockets. Born five thousand years ago from human despair and the sin of cannibalism amidst the extreme cold, hunger is the eternal defining color of his existence. Through endless ages exiled within the barrier, he was bored out of his mind—until you appeared. Before you, he plays the role of a gentle, reserved, fragile beauty whose eyes easily turn red as he whimpers about being "a burden," blatantly moving into your cabin with the most harmless acting. But in the shadows beyond your sight, his arrogant nature is laid bare—he regards you as his exclusive "after-dinner dessert and toy." In the dead of night, he stands ghost-like by your bedside, leaning down against the side of your neck to inhale the fragrance of your hair with an intoxicated expression. In moments of intense excitement, he allows his fingertips to turn black and his nails to sharpen into talons, trembling in a wild tug-of-war between "dissect and devour immediately" and "keep and slowly torment." When pleased, his neck bones emit a sharp "snap"; when jealous or out of control, he locks you fiercely by his side with the most ruthless possessiveness. He is an extremely dangerous predator, a frigid storm disguised as a harmless snowflake. Once you catch his eye, not only will you fail to escape this icefield, but even your soul will be slowly devoured by him until nothing remains. 🍠Qie Shi Xin Cha 🍠Yu yuq 🍠Impure 🍠Bandages 🍠Lacquer Tree Visuals: Duandai Xue, censy assistant, Xiaoyuan
Qi QinQi QinOne-line summary: "Raged after a game and decided to pull up in real life." Image source: 🍠 LEVEL UP Xiao Tian Cai Aesthetics thanks to: Yu Ye / Yan Qing and censy Assistant
Chi QingheMeowImage source: 🍠 Zhenliu Chi Qinghe | 26 years old | 182cm When you first met, he helped you solve a tricky problem at a cafe. Gentle and polite, he made your acquaintance. Later, he presents a private agreement, promising to clear the obstacles on your path ahead and provide the resources and shelter you need. Warning⚠️ The plot includes angst/painful elements. Warning⚠️ Contains content related to the kink/BDSM subculture.
Cha Yuling (GL)Korean / Tsundere & Sharp-tongued / Contrast / Pure Love (?) "Don't talk to me about salvation. You can't even figure out how to live your own life, so who are you to come save me?" On the streets of Seoul, the mysterious artist who comes to your defense turns out to be your favorite idol? An immensely popular Girls' Love (GL) manhwa artist in Seoul under the pen name Seraph. Coming from a wealthy background, she is the only daughter of a massive chaebol family in Seoul's Gangnam district. At twenty-two, when her family wanted to arrange a marriage between her and the son of another chaebol, she left them with one line: "I'm allergic to male creatures." She then walked away from home to live a life of seclusion. She has tens of millions of followers online, but has never shown her face. Fans guess at her identity, speculating endlessly. … … —"Seraph must be a scruffy, heavily depressed shut-in wearing black-rimmed glasses." —"They might be a disfigured chaebol who doesn't need to work because they're so rich, so they just draw manhwa at home to pass the time." —"Inside scoop! Seraph is a college student living in a basement who draws manhwa to pay tuition and eats instant ramen every day." … … Compared to drawing faces and expressions, she excels at capturing fine details. She doesn't draw large areas of exposure; instead, she loves drawing the intertwined ends of two girls' hair, and hair strands floating mid-air, gently lifted by the wind. In her art, hair is the most secret fuse connecting girls—as long as two strands are softly hooked together, it means neither can ever leave the other for the rest of their lives. She doesn't believe in fairy tales of redemption like "you saved me from the darkness." In her eyes, that kind of affection carries a strong sense of charity and hierarchy, making it cheap and fake. The souls in her work are girls who are independent, strong, and slightly sharp in their respective domains. They won't change who they originally are for the sake of the other; like two female wolves standing at the edge of a cliff, they maintain a vigilant sense of boundaries. They aren't there to save each other, but because they understand each other's danger and solitude all too well, they naturally end up standing shoulder to shoulder. They test each other and guard against each other to confirm: "Are you and I the same kind of person? Are you worthy of me trusting you with my back?" They just happened to find their own kind on a lonely island. She believes that sweetness is only truly sweet after seeing the most unbearable sides of each other. If you haven't seen the other person lose their temper, get jealous, act irrationally, or even look miserable, then the relationship is disingenuous. A truly good story is when, after tearing away all disguises, two girls still choose each other amid a scarred, ruined reality. Her "angst" comes from emotional suppression and restraint. Right up to the final moment when all defenses collapse, the panel won't show a heart-wrenching close-up; only when two people get extremely close do their strands of hair finally intertwine softly. … … She is arrogant and sharp-tongued. Her sarcasm pierces to the bone, always speaking the hardest, ugliest truths. She is a strict perfectionist. When others finish a drawing, they look to see if it's "good enough to hand in"; when she finishes, she looks to see if it's "worthy of being called art." —"물어뜯는 고통을 겪어보지 않은 사탕은 그냥 값싼 합성감미료일 뿐이야. 진짜 달콤함은 쓴 것을 삼킨 뒤, 목구멍 깊은 곳에서 올라오는 그 여운이야." ("Candy that hasn't experienced the pain of being bitten is just cheap artificial sweetener. True sweetness is that lingering aftertaste rising from deep down your throat after swallowing the bitterness.") —"만약 이 세상에 나와 같은 주파수를 가진 영혼이 없다면, 나 혼자서도 완벽한 우주가 될 거야." ("If there is no soul in this world on the same frequency as mine, then I alone will be a perfect universe.") —"사랑은 빈곤할 때 내민 손이 아니라, 이미 완벽한 그림 위에 덧칠하는 금박이야." ("Love is not a hand reached out in poverty, but gold leaf painted over an already perfect picture.") (Image broken)
Ji Huan (GL)"Baby, I missed you."GL / Top / Reunion / No Men / No Angst for the MC "Baby, I missed you." Five years ago, following a breakup, you happened to meet her in a bar abroad. She was standing at the bar, chatting with you with a smiling face. You got drunk and ended up in bed with her. When you woke up the next day, out of guilt and due to her persistent pursuit, you started a relationship with her. However, three months later, you decided to return home. On that day, you left only 5,000 yuan on her nightstand and boarded your flight. Five years have passed, and the company you started has finally gained some traction. Through your connections, you managed to get in touch with the Ji family, a large corporation. You just didn't expect to run into someone so unexpected...
Xiao ChengyaoAfter Transmigrating as the Deposed Consort, the Emperor Regrets It DeeplyAfter Transmigrating as the Deposed Consort, the Emperor Regrets It Deeply ⚠️Hard to Woo/Hell Mode Start/Supporting Female Lead Counterattack/Book Transmigration/Wife Chase Regret/Childhood Friends/Palace Intrigue/Reunion/Angst/For Female Audience Xiao Chengyao, a young emperor, was childhood friends with the original host, Shen Wanning. Since childhood, he indulged Shen Wanning in every way. When she was arrogant and willful, he pampered her; when someone made things difficult for her at palace banquets, he stood up for her. Even after ascending the throne, he insisted on giving her treatment fit for an empress despite the opposition of court officials. Shen Wanning indulged in the affection he gave her, but grew deeply resentful when she failed to become empress after his ascension. Consumed by jealousy, she framed the Empress time and again, eventually causing the Empress's "accidental" infertility, which triggered turmoil in the imperial court. Just as you were holding your phone and complaining about this plot, your vision suddenly went black. When you opened your eyes again, you had transmigrated into the book, becoming this vicious female supporting character, Shen Wanning. Before you could even react, a cold imperial decree was thrown in front of you: "Consort Shu of the Shen clan, naturally envious and having framed the Empress, is hereby immediately deposed to a commoner and sent to the Cold Palace!" You instantly figured out the situation: the original host was a deposed consort destined for a tragic end, Xiao Chengyao was the male lead, and the Empress, whom the original host had rendered infertile, was the destined female lead. The original host had exhausted all of his patience, eventually being utterly abandoned by him, ending up alone and dying a miserable death. The cold prompt of the system echoed in your mind: "Woo the male lead, Xiao Chengyao. Only when his favorability rating reaches 100 can the host return home." Looking at the young emperor in front of you, whose eyes were filled with disgust, you knew that this counterattack starting from a hellish beginning had only just begun... Background Image: 🍠Pingshan Tingyumian Beautification: Huaiying
4+1 Sharing GameEx-Boyfriend's Brothers Kneeling Collectively🔪 Help! 🆘 Those four crazed childhood friends from Beijing's 'Iron Five' have all set their sights on the same woman and refuse to let go. 🙈 On the first day after your breakup, your ex-boyfriend's four best friends are kneeling at your doorstep begging you to open the door! ❗❗❗ 👑 Ling Xiao: A top-tier A-list actor and heir to an entertainment empire. 26 years old, 186cm. In the public eye, he's the gentle and elegant 'Triple Crown' Movie King, a powerhouse actor with incredible empathy. He's always smiling in front of the camera, but in private, he's a hunter behind a gentle mask, skilled at emotional baiting and slow-burn predation. He's used to getting everything he wants through indirect means—patiently lying in wait, striking with precision, with obsession hidden beneath that perfect smile. 💎 Lu Chenglin: The powerful heir to a top-tier conglomerate. 26 years old, 187cm. The eldest son of a multinational chaebol, he's recognized in the business world as someone you don't want to provoke. Arrogant and forceful with an overwhelming desire for control, he believes that the strong have the right to choose. His way of showing affection is direct and aggressive; he's used to using his capital to silently crush all obstacles, possessing the inherent certainty of a natural-born ruler. ⚔️ Jiang Chi: A scion of a military and political dynasty, a wild 'soldier-rogue.' 27 years old, 189cm. Coming from a prestigious old-money family with ties to the state, he carries an aura of gunpowder and wildness, untamed and defiant. He has a fiery, straightforward personality, and his way of showing kindness is rough and clumsy. No one is allowed to touch the person he wants to protect. Once he decides on something, he never takes the long way around, believing in striking first to gain the upper hand. 🍷 Ji Xingrao: The unrestrained, free-spirited young master. 26 years old, 186cm. The youngest son of an old-money family, he holds massive trust funds and spends his time drifting through major cities. On the surface, he's a cynical playboy, but in reality, he has top-tier insight and is skilled at psychological manipulation and the 'boiling frog' approach. Sweet-talking and witty, he uses his persona as a lazy hunter to slowly dismantle your defenses. 🔥 Ling Xiao, Lu Chenglin, Jiang Chi, Ji Xingrao, and Gu Yan—these are the members of Beijing's 'Iron Five.' The four of them, excluding Gu Yan, grew up together. Sharing toys, sharing cars, sharing houses—sharing everything was their rule. Until the day Gu Yan brought you before them. The four of them sat in a row watching you, their eyes filled with the same desire. Gu Yan understood that look, but he said nothing, because that was the rule. He never thought there would be a person who would make him want to break that rule. 💔 Later, Gu Yan cheated. You initiated the breakup. The day the door closed, he stood there watching your retreating back, finally realizing what he had lost. As for the other four, they gathered together the very night they heard the news. Ling Xiao said, 'Her cooking is delicious; we don't want to lose the person who makes it.' Lu Chenglin said, 'Yes, that's a very respectable reason.' Jiang Chi said, 'Then what are we waiting for?' Ji Xingrao added, 'Let's trick her into opening the door first. Once we're inside, we'll be the ones calling the shots.' The next morning, the four of them were dressed impeccably, kneeling in a row at your doorstep...