<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Identity on Evil Genius</title><link>https://www.evilgenius.blog/tags/identity/</link><description>Recent content in Identity on Evil Genius</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><copyright>© Evil Genius | In darkness, all things have spirit</copyright><lastBuildDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.evilgenius.blog/tags/identity/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Judge's Gifts | A Tale of Stolen Hearts and Borrowed Heads</title><link>https://www.evilgenius.blog/2025/06/the-judges-gifts-a-tale-of-stolen-hearts-and-borrowed-heads/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.evilgenius.blog/2025/06/the-judges-gifts-a-tale-of-stolen-hearts-and-borrowed-heads/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Zhu Erdan was not a bad man. He was simply a dull one.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He had studied the classics for twenty years and retained almost nothing. His essays for the imperial examinations were the kind that examiners forgot before they finished reading. His conversation at dinner parties was limited to observations about the weather—not because he lacked opinions, but because his mind worked so slowly that by the time he had formed one, the topic had changed three times.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>