The Wind Was Fierce That Year, and Everyone Hoped I’d Fall

[Slow-paced, one heroine, traveling between worlds in groups, not a psycho (if you like fast-paced stories and psychos, this may not be for you). The protagonist has antisocial personality disorder due to emotional impairment]

The inner world, ruled by rival conglomerates:

Lin Jiangye looked at the girl curled up in the corner.

He breathed in the fragrance around them, a trace of greed flashing in his eyes.

He reached out and gently stroked the top of her head.

His touch was light and tender.

As the fear in the girl’s eyes gradually eased, Lin Jiangye felt his heart stir.

“What a beautiful head. How wonderful it would be to crush it like a watermelon.”

The peaceful outer world:

“Jiangye, there’s a psycho in the inner world lately.”

“He commits every crime imaginable, and I heard he doesn’t even spare old ladies!”

“Lots of people want him dead, but unfortunately he was born into a high-ranking family, he’s powerful, and he has bodyguards everywhere!”

“If you ever end up in the inner world, be careful.”

“Oh, funny coincidence: his name is Lin Jiangye. What a coincidence, Jiangye, you have the same name!”

Liu Yanshu glanced sideways at Lin Jiangye, whose expression was slowly twisting from mild to unsettling. Suddenly realizing something, he saw the corners of the other man’s mouth curl up. His eyelids began twitching uncontrollably.

“Uh, n-no way it’s that much of a coincidence, right? Impossible. Jiangye, you’re a model student, the kind who helps old ladies cross the street every day. Jiangye...”

Lin Jiangye:

My kindness is all an act.

Deep down, I’m cold and selfish,

twisted and dark, and full of resentment.

I’m always longing for destruction,

always yearning to bathe in blood.

But I’m not a psycho.