story：
During a film shoot, Wu Yong accidentally shattered a genuine ancient artifact—mistaken for a prop due to a crew error. The act triggered a curse that not only ruined his appearance but also destroyed everything he’d built: his career, his life, his dreams.
Wandering the streets in despair, he eventually made a decision—to return to the public eye under a new identity. His first step? A new look.
While browsing street vendors, a merchant called out to him. After some enthusiastic haggling, Wu Yong bought a pair of striking sunglasses—“guaranteed durable, indestructible,” the seller claimed. The only catch? Once worn, they could never be removed.
Misfortune rarely comes alone. When Wu Yong returned to the stall later, it was gone—vanished without a trace.
Crushed, he slumped in silence for hours…
Then slowly stood up, straightened his collar against a shop window,
adjusted his shades,
and walked on.
Because Wu Yong knew: tomorrow would be a brand-new day.
about：
His name carries meaning: “Wu” means martial skill; “Yong” means terra-cotta warrior—a nod to his cursed, statue-like appearance. In Chinese, the two words sound identica.
He deeply distrusts the Patron’s promises. “If a god has emotions,” he says, “then his purpose is already compromised—full of blind spots and loopholes.”
Yet despite his skepticism, he fights with everything he has. Not for a wish. Not for redemption. But to prove—to himself—that he still matters.
And when it comes to wishes, he’s anything but selfish. He’ll ask the Patron to refine his allies’ wishes—to seal their loopholes, to spare them hidden costs—without demanding any reward in return.
Not because he trusts the god… but because his friends do.
If this broken system can be bent toward kindness, even once, then it’s worth playing along.
curse：
The Sunglasses
They aren’t a curse. They’re a god.
An ancient being, weary of prayers and grand destinies, long ago abandoned divine intervention. Now it wanders the world in countless forms—observing, waiting, indifferent.
It chose Wu Yong for no grand reason. Just pure misfortune, at the wrong time and place.
But there’s one rule: whenever Wu Yong looks upon something he shouldn’t see—something beyond mortal comprehension—the lenses go dark.
The True Curse
Not just physical changes.
The real curse is erasure: It will strip you of your previous position in the social structure.
Friends forget your voice. Records blur your name. You become a ghost in your own life.
And even if the curse were lifted? Nothing would be restored. At best, your face might heal. But the years, the relationships, the trust—those are gone forever.
Regarding other heroes：
Wu Yong: Honestly, I don’t really believe in them.
Seven: That just means you lack courage.
Wu Yong: Hmph… (pauses thoughtfully)
Seven: Knew it.
Wu Yong: If I win, I’ll wish to cancel your wish.
Seven: How dare you!
Silver: How did you pull yourself out of that slump?
Wu Yong: Making peace with myself—that’s the simplest answer.
Silver: Give me something more practical.
Wu Yong: “Heaven and Earth are impartial; they treat all things as straw dogs.” Once I accepted that, I let go.
Silver: Hmm… Are you hinting at something?
Wu Yong: I’ve always played it straight. But if you insist—you’re clearly a wolf soaked in liquor.
Silver: Ha!
Wu Yong: Sigh… The air’s thick with smoke and booze. Can your liver even handle it?
Silver: I feel fine right now.
Wu Yong: I was hoping you’d say “no”—then I could’ve used my most—skilled psychological counseling. Guess it’s not needed.
Silver: It’d go down better if you bought me a drink.
Wu Yong: (deep breath) …Fine.
Wu Yong doesn’t see Graves or Apollo as “children” to be corrected or protected from their own choices.
To him, wisdom isn’t tied to age. He carries no adult’s pride—only the quiet certainty that anyone, at any moment, might teach him something worth knowing.
That’s the heart of his respect: he won’t lecture a kid for reaching toward fire, not because he doesn’t care, but because he knows some truths must be felt to be understood—and who’s to say the child won’t show him a new way to see the flame?
After all, as the old saying goes: “Among any three people walking together, one can be my teacher.”
And Wu Yong never assumes it’s him.
whole body
