Like Kim Yeon as Yoo Sangah
Oh Hyun-seok as Lee Hyunsung
Kang min hee as lee jihye but older
Jeon my as Gong Pildu if he lost weight
Oh Hye-seo as lee jihye but more crazy
(Seo Eun Hyun and Kim Young-hoon are the only exception to this rule)
“Well, good. From now on, stay like this whenever you follow me."
"Yes, Master! If you ever wish for feet, just command me to take my human form again!"
How much fetish can one immortal have
How much advantage will they have over other gu immortal in the same rank (6,7,8 or even 9)
which are your favourites from each rank, and any version is allowed as long the character and it's rank got screentime
I feel like there's gonna be a future plot line for this secluded Domain specifically since well it records everything from the first existence of the gu world until now, we have seen book mountain, the large collection of true Qian Kun from one of the variant human in immemorial heaven, fang yuan had a bunch of these.
It is as though it's gonna all lead into the plotline of this domain and witnessing the true history of the gu world
Not every action he does leads to eternal life,
Examples are when he teaches xia lin dances or several times he pat little hu.
He is not a cold calculated machine, he's still human, still gu yue fang yuan.
He does these things even when it doesn't benefit him at all, this is because he did not chase eternal life because it's eternal life but the pursuit of it is interesting and fun for him who gotten bored of worldly desire and he wants to enjoy every moment and emotion in that pursuit.
There still some part of him that hasn't changed even after transmigrated into gu world and lived for 500 years, he still does these moment of kindness because that's how he was taught by society on earth.
He still gu yue fang yuan
He is probably in my top 15 fav from northern plains
Because what I remember he only defeated and won against two rank 7 under circumstance, he didn't exactly kill them.
For me fang yuan killing a rank 7 is too far fetch but winning against two rank 7 seems plausible for him considering how broken is blood path and how strategic and shameless he is
You cannot pick venerables tier people like spectral soul
I'm quite interested in this game so I was wondering if I should play it on mobile since i dont have a PC at the moment though I will get one in my birthday, play now or wait until I get my pc
The drama I'm seeing is kinda a lot but it seems all this drama lead to yulo wanting to leave so I just wanna say can you guys comfort yulo and relieved some guilt off his shoulder before he leaves he seems to carry the guilt into himself
Justice is my oath, yet it is not my destination toward which I walk upon.
Rather, I indulge in tales, tales that kindle lost aspirations, like a torch that lights the way, it illuminates the path ahead, even if the flames fade away with time, those who tread upon the path after shall never forget the torch who illuminated the path.
For what worth that is justice, should those it saved forget how to dream again after facing the cold verdict of reality.
Thus I bear my lance and boots—not for glory I gained, nor for duty that I alone carry, but for those who lost their reason may behold this tale and think
"Mayhaps... My own dream isn't truly dead"
If my noble deeds kindle but a single forgotten aspiration, then they are worth more than a hundred victories in battle.
Let others remember me as a fool if they must deem that my deeds are foolish and childish.
I do not ask to simply become a hero to remember.
Heroes are remembered for lives they save each day.
But a Legend is a star that shines eternally, a tale that guides the dreamers for generations to come.
So, let me become a legend whose tale carried brazen stories and hopeful aspirations, that those who have buried their dreams may yet find another reason to dig up them once again.
For justice is not the end of mine.
It is a promise that tomorrow is still worthy of dreaming once again.
In another life—
I wished you never met me.
Be untouched by the filth that is me, where you have happy memories of the manor instead of sorrow and emptiness you felt when I left like a coward I am.
Please forget the name heathcliff.
Forgot the boy who came from the backstreet, and the man who could only return to you at your grave in heavy rain.
The fool who believed that your death was his burden alone.
Had he never left the manor—
Maybe Cathy would've lived.
I have walked through many possibilities of us, each suffered a tragic fate and my conviction grows forever more.
With each prayer speaks the same old promise—
"Kill every heathcliff until none is left"
I know it's a nigh-impossible feat yet I will hunt wildly, for that is how boundless my love is for Cathy.
Yet I keep hoping that just one possibility of the infinite mirror world has just one happy end.
-
Please do not suffer because of me.
Don't stain your hands with more sins with each attempt to atone for one.
Don't taint your world into utter black with each heathcliff killed.
Please forget the name Catherine—not because I regretted being me, but because I cannot bear watching you dismantle your happiness for it
For what is life where every moment is you suffering.
What is a future where I never saw the possibilities of you becoming happy.
Across almost every mirror world, our existence spoke the same old verdict—our story always found itself in tragedy.
As though we never deserved the happy ending we desired for each other.
No.
The tragedy was neither our fault, the tragedy was us abandoning ourselves in pursuit of each other's happiness—
And never found the courage to speak what our hearts had always known.
You became a ghost chasing me that killed yourself over and over again for my happiness.
And I became a ghost that forced the world to erase my existence for your happiness.
And in reaching that goal.
We lost something that we both were trying so desperately to save from each other in the name of love.
Ourselves.
Never again.
If another life gave me another chance to breathe.
I will still choose you.
Not because it is destined.
Not because I expect we will get our happy end.
But because it is simply the truth—
Of our love.
-
As Cathy is slowly fading from existence.
We both realised something.
It was foolish to think about another life.
As our world was simply enough for both of us, a world that was more special than an infinite world out there.
We embrace each other within warm purple light.
Even if we can't feel each other, even if we only feel the emptiness and the air this hell gave us.
We were simply content with the sense that each other was there, embracing each other like a lifeline for the last time.
We called our names for maybe the last time in our existence.
I love you heathcliff
I love you ████████.
Looking upon the seafloor after an eventful day aboard the Limbus.
It still mirrored a fractured version of me, its ever-changing tides constantly distorting the sense of self I had long since forgotten.
The tides of these seas have claimed many lives, including the crew I cherished, and yet they never stop—not even for a moment.
Endless.
Relentless.
The creatures beneath the waves show no mercy to their victims, swallowing their very sense of self until they become nothing more than another part of the whole.
And yet, within those creatures, I still see that damned captain's silhouette, a captain who never cared for the crew, only for the hunt of that damned whale—called Pallid Whale.
That captain promised us salvation. They promised that once the hunt was over, each of us could finally pursue our own dreams and live like a legend among the seas. Yet all they truly gave us was a tattered rope that frayed the longer we clung to it.
I hated that damned captain for what felt like my entire life. The one who stole those I cherished and turned them into beings that could only be called an extension of that damned captain.
After I lost my crew, I had only one purpose:
To kill that damned captain.
I've conjured countless brutal visions of tearing them apart, ripping their very being to pieces until my thirst for revenge was finally satisfied.
But I had forgotten one detail about revenge.
"What's next?"
Such a simple question.
Yet one that haunted me throughout my entire journey.
Then I heard footsteps behind me.
Along with that familiar ticking.
At last, I found my answer.
I turned my body around to face the clock that steered my life, the one who guided me onto the right path and taught me that revenge could never fill the emptiness within me.
The clock that endlessly rewound time for my sake.
The rope that would never yield against the hell the sinners travel upon, no matter how much it was stretched to its absolute limits.
For every sinner aboard the limbus.
Not merely because it was the manager's duty to retrieve the Golden Boughs or revive us after every death.
But because that clock had become a star for those who had lost their way when they no longer had a star to follow in their journey.
And so I followed that star as though it were my compass, guiding me onward, not the captain of my voyage, but a star that I chose to follow willingly on my journey.
Until the day comes when I no longer need to look toward that compass to know where I should go.
Then, I shall sail alone in my own skiff.
No longer gazing into the sea that once reflected only my fractured self—
But toward the dawn, where the rising sun reflects upon my hair, illuminating the path ahead.
Ryoshu and hong lu are such a goofy duo in timekiller intervallo
Upon witnessing the stars in night sky beyond the bus window where the city slumbers and sinners slept, my wandering mind once again formed countless thought of my destiny.
The glass reflecting me was neither a face nor a human.
Only a clock that ticks.
And countless stars above the night sky.
Question arose in times like these where I'm alone with my thoughts.
Why is my head a clock?
Why do certain words like "aspect" trigger me so much?
Why do those people beyond this hell we live in call me a star?
The question began to flood my mind like tidal waves—unending and merciless.
Yet the stars themselves did not answer this lowly clock.
It simply shone above the hellscape we live in and yet that is enough to tranquil the waves inside me.
I felt a sense of belonging looking upon the stars as though beyond this hell there was a place I once called home.
Perhaps I was the star like otherworldly said.
Or perhaps I simply wish to be one.
My duty as manager is simple.
Manage the sinners and collect the golden bough.
This is what the company expects me to do, after all since they have the key to regaining my memory.
Yet within the journey to collect them, my heart simply cannot view them as mere coworkers.
Each carries a scar from the past that they cannot escape.
Each struggle against regret, desires, wound that stubbornly refuses to heal.
A soldier facing a battlefield of a war that has long ended.
A hatchling forced out from its shell before it was ready to face the world
A sailor who has nothing but a goal of revenge and nothing after that.
Each falters upon the weight of facing the past.
And each time, i turned the clock around once more.
Not because it is my duty as their manager.
But because I am a clock who they can rely on and view as a star to follow.
Perhaps this is why Faust called me a star.
Not because i carried the pain of reviving them nor being a manager of them.
But because when their path vanished beneath the darkness and hit rock bottom, I remain.
A guide who nudges them forward toward the right path when they are lost in the dark.
A witness to their struggles, growth, and the scars they learn to accept and carry with in their journey.
A star to follow when they lose their way again.
Until one day, they no longer need to look at my clock to know where they need to go and go off to their own path.
And I shall continue my journey to reclaim my forgotten memories.
The flesh trembles upon the pain of the nail strike.
Good.
Let it tremble and feel the pain of the nail.
For iron knows no fear and thus have no feel when the nail strikes it,
And a nail does not hesitate
Before entering rotten steel and removing it.
Why should we?
Look upon yourselves.
The shaking hands.
The screaming flesh.
The beating heart.
The desires hidden beneath prayer of survival.
Can you not smell it?
The stench of humanity.
The filth is buried beneath skin.
The disease called self.
They call me cruel.
Yet I offer mercy, to remove impurity from one's pure body.
For what greater salvation exists
Than to tear sickness from the body?
What greater love exists
Than to burn away corruption of metallic parts
Until only the purity of humanity remains?
Raise the hammer.
Hear its sacred hymn.
Each strike a confession.
Each wound a prayer.
Each drop of blood
A step closer towards purity of heaven.
Do not fear the pain.
Pain is proof of purity.
The flesh screams because it knows
The reign of impurity is ending.
The heart beats for the last time because it understands
It was never worthy to live on from the moment impurity is removed.
Strip away weakness.
Strip away doubt.
Strip away longing.
Strip away love.
For love chains mankind to the earth,
And yearning binds the soul to filth called "metallic parts".
What remains?
Nothing.
And that is beautiful.
For in emptiness there is perfection.
In perfection there is purity.
And in purity—
Ascension.
Come.
The nails are waiting for your arrival.
The heavens stand beyond the suffering.
Leave your humanity upon this altar.
Let it bleed.
Let it die.
Let it become holy.
And when the final impurity is gone,
We shall rise together—
Bright as the stars,
Silent as wind,
Pure at last.
Y'all fandom just randomly keeps appearing on my feed so gotta know what's up