Being Cute Without Warning [Interstellar]

The Divine Dragon clan is born powerful, the leader of the demon gods, even the Heavenly Emperor holds them in awe. In the three realms, they can almost swagger about with their tails. The great Dao has fifty, and heaven derives forty-nine, leaving mortal one thread. The powerful dragon clan has a fatal flaw: difficulty in procreation. The dragon clan's difficulty in procreation is so severe that there has been no new dragon cub born for nearly ten thousand years, every time they see the cubs of other clans, they drool with envy, wishing they could steal them home. Until one day, they found a dragon egg, and it was one about to hatch! Through the dragon clan's only new cub in thousands of years, on the day of hatching, peak debut!Dragon cub: Today is another day when the dragon bigwigs are fighting over who gets to feed me╮(╯▽╰)╭Dragon clan characteristics: strong, domineering, willful, and very protective of their cubs! Protective of their cubs! Protective of their cubs! Important things must be said three times!

In the end of the world, the fittest survive.Come back from rebirth, seize the opportunity, just want to survive in the hopeless end times.Three months before Mu Nan returned to the apocalypse, he sold all his savings to accumulate supplies, hoarded everything he could hoard like a hamster, and then huddled in his own house and lived a low-key life, carefully waiting for the apocalypse to come step by step…

【Drama Version】 Little Taoist Priest Wen Ran’s life goal is to laze around like a salted fish. After getting lost on an occasional trip down the mountain, he realizes he’s transmigrated into a dogblood-rich-family novel he just finished reading the night before. Even worse, he’s become a cannon fodder destined to be dumped by the tycoon. On their wedding day, the tycoon hands him a contract, coldly demanding a divorce in a year. Sounds miserable, right? But Wen Ran stares at the attached properties and the jaw-dropping hush money: *Is this for real???* With his ultimate slacker goal within reach, a year later, Wen Ran gleefully submits the divorce papers, eyes glittering with gold. The tycoon’s face darkens. Gritting his teeth at the escapee, he growls, “No.” Wen Ran silently pulls out the year-old contract. Tycoon: “......” *Regret hits harder than karma.* --- 【Supernatural Version】 Wen Ran transmigrates into a fictional world. This world’s spiritual energy is denser than his original one. The ghosts and monsters here are more numerous. And the Taoist priests? Much weaker. Catching ghosts, subduing demons, crafting elixirs, drawing talismans—he does it all! Just as Wen Ran thrives, the billionaire tycoon (who dumped him and now has a personality in shambles) comes crawling back, begging for remarriage. Wen Ran: “A wise horse doesn’t backtrack. Thanks.”

This is the story of a little kitten who became a spirit, originally just wanting to find a poop-scooper but accidentally ended up as the poop-scooper's treasured darling, ruling over their head.

Fortune-telling, feng shui divination, demon-exorcising and ghost-hunting. The metaphysical world somehow gained a young master of the occult. With a casual flick of his fingers, talismans appear, rare treasures adorn him, and even his demon-subduing artifacts are outrageously powerful. The envy of the metaphysical elite was almost palpable, their mouths watering. Everyone speculated—which prestigious family could have produced such an extravagant little upstart? Si Yang lightly pressed a finger to his lips: "Shh. I’m from the cultivation realm—don’t tell anyone." Cold-outside, warm-inside loyal dog top × OP cultivator bottom with golden fingers. Heads-up: The MC is not holy, not holy, NOT HOLY! Acts on whims—whims, WHIMS! Important things must be said thrice! A cultivator by origin, cold, powerful, and ruthless—that's the MC. So, don't impose your morals!!! The plot unfolds gradually, with some arcs intertwining. Don't jump to conclusions after just one arc! More plot than romance. The top will grow strong later—just very late. Warnings given—read at your own discretion. Stay civil—no personal attacks, no drama!