Sha Zhou Ta Cui Novels

Waking up, Ji Yunting found himself an orphan on a mining planet. Both parents gone, grandfather just passed. The mining planet was desolate, all industries in ruin. Ji Yunting couldn’t even understand the local language and script, barely surviving. With no survival skills, he could only dig for ore to earn a living. Then one day, a group of uniformed men arrived on the planet, offering him a high-paying job to mine at the border. Ji Yunting: ??? Dangerous, but high-paying… Ji Yunting: Defending the homeland fears no death—let’s go! The interstellar border was consumed by endless war, plagued by starbeasts. Besides soldiers resisting and exterminating them, there was another unique profession—mining engineers tasked with clearing starbeast carcasses and nests. And Ji Yunting became one of them. First day on the job. While others were still adapting to the mining mechs, he accidentally stabbed an antbeast nest with his mech, spearing a surviving antbeast out. Eyes sparkling, he asked, “Can we grill this bug?” Mu Jingyu, rushing to the rescue: “……” Everyone else: “……” Is this for real? Mu Jingyu, the Western Border Army’s legendary general, rose from obscurity to alliance general in just three years. They say he’s fearless in battle, charging through starbeast hordes like they were nothing. They say he’s stern and composed, issuing commands with ruthless efficiency. They say he’s decisive, never backing down in clashes with the chaotic political alliances… Truly, he was the undisputed scourge of the stars. Ji Yunting believed it—until he witnessed the man’s true nature and promptly un-stanned. Mu Jingyu: =。= Mu Jingyu: I can still salvage this!!

Xu Qinghe suffered a crushing downfall in the entertainment industry—scarred, broken, and filled with regret, he closed his eyes for the last time. But when he woke up, he had returned to that fateful night— A man in a loosely draped bathrobe tossed him a check and said indifferently, "Five million. Forget it." Xu Qinghe: "...Okay." Given a second chance, how could he possibly repeat the same mistakes? When they met again, the coldly imposing man, impeccably dressed in a suit, swirled his wine glass carelessly. "Five million a month. Stay with me," he said. Xu Qinghe scoffed. Turned and walked away. Months later, while strolling in a private rehabilitation center, Xu Qinghe was surrounded by men in black. The stern man scanned his belly and commanded coldly, "Come with me." Xu Qinghe: "?" Within half a day, he had a new husband named Pei Shengye. Xu Qinghe: "..." Just after being nominated for Best Newcomer of the Year, Xu Qinghe suddenly announced his contract termination, paid a hefty penalty, and left Sheng Dong Entertainment. After nearly a year of silence, he joined the newly established, obscure Xu Yang Culture. Everyone assumed his career was over. Triple Crown Film Emperor: "Looking forward to working with @Xu Qinghe." Renowned Director: "A pleasure to collaborate @Xu Qinghe." Hit Variety Show: "Welcome aboard, @Xu Qinghe!" One of China's Top Three TV Stations: "Let's await @Xu Qinghe's performance." ... Netizens: ??? Weren’t we told he was washed-up? Is this being kept or being kept?! Xu Qinghe: "...This soft life? It was forced on me."

An Zhengchu tripped and fell a thousand years into the future. No identity, penniless, and utterly illiterate. But at least he was fortunate enough to receive welfare housing and a gaming pod. To survive in this unfamiliar future, An Zhengchu had no choice but to follow the planet government’s arrangements and enter "Third World," an online game, to start earning a living. Wait, he just got married in the game—how did he end up with a real-life husband??? *** General Qin Han entered the game to unwind during his vacation and ended up bringing home a wife. Qin Han smirked: "Sweetheart, are you going to tell me your identity and address, or should I check the Interstellar Civil Affairs Bureau myself?" An Zhengchu: "...Game romance isn’t real, it's all just plastic love!" Qin Han: "..." Then, he personally demonstrated to An Zhengchu just what "interstellar high-tech plastic" really meant. An Zhengchu, thoroughly exhausted: "...This trashy game ruined my life!" *** An Zhengchu began building his career as a streamer through the game. But then, photos and videos of him with that obnoxious "husband" he picked up in the game spread everywhere. An Zhengchu: "Wait, is he some kind of celebrity or something???" Qin "Fake Commoner, Real General" Han coughed guiltily.

Tang Yu transmigrated. This harmonious cultivation world where humans and demons coexist was utterly adorable. Even if his physique was trash, he was content—he reached Foundation Establishment and could live for two hundred years (smug). What? They wanted him to serve the Patriarch? Fine, consider it elder respect. Who knows, he might even get to cling to those powerful thighs! After the Dao-Demon War, the injured demon Patriarch Shentu Kun became a ticking time bomb. This lowly outer sect disciple… could actually stabilize his emotions? A quick divination—was fate truly this coincidental? Well, he wasn’t going to hold back. …Just what was up with this guy? Turning rare spiritual herbs into food was one thing, but where was the promised marrow-cleansing? The promised breakthroughs? At first—Sect disciples: Shameless! Tang Yu’s clinging to the Patriarch’s thighs! Tang Yu, smug: I earned these thighs with skill. Fight me. Later—Sect disciples: Disaster! The Patriarch’s losing control again! Quick, throw Tang Yu at him! Tang. Instant Stabilizer. Yu: … Trash-physique, foodie shou who loves to complain VS Violent, scheming gong who frets daily over his wife’s level-ups.