I Am Probably Not Human

Lin Jiu debuted three years ago, but his group never gained much popularity. The leader, wanting to go solo without bearing the blame, exposed Lin Jiu’s sexual orientation and released photos of Lin Jiu "harassing" him, dumping all the blame onto Lin Jiu. After being vilified online, Lin Jiu got into a car accident on his way home. Lin Jiu spent five years catching seafood in another world, only to discover he wasn’t human. Upon returning, only a year had passed on Earth. His group had disbanded, leaving him with massive breach-of-contract penalties. To repay the debt, Lin Jiu started selling fish and opened a shop—accidentally becoming a global sensation. The shop was packed daily, with big shots from everywhere queuing up. Ironclad rules: No reservations, no takeout, no questions about ingredients. Want to eat? Get in line from miles away. Lin Jiu’s shop made just one exception. For the dream of his childhood, the only star in his lonely nights. —— God of Singing + Entertainment Titan + Business Reaper = Si Xu Si Xu always believed the world was rational—except for himself. He suffered from anorexia, his body rejecting all food, until he ate a fish. It unlocked his genetic code and revealed the truth of the world. Others described Lin Jiu as: “The man who single-handedly overturned the scientific world.” Si Xu pulled him into an embrace. “Overturned the world, hm?” Lin • Actually overturned the world without realizing it • Jiu: “I just wanted to sell fish in peace.” 【※Disclaimers※】 ◆ Poor, fish-selling, aloof siren bottom × outwardly gentle, mature bigshot top; ◆ Themes: Food, system, entertainment industry (contract termination but no career focus), supernatural energy, mixed-species chaos; ◆ All ingredient effects and treatments are fictional, sourced from Baidu + personal settings—don’t take them seriously (emphasis!!); ◆ If it’s not your taste, skip it—no need to announce your departure. ◆ The author is a revision maniac—edits will be flagged.

As a wood and psychic ability user, Wen Qingling was betrayed by his cousin in a critical moment, pushed out to face zombies, got bitten, and his teammates fled. He decided to find a perfect spot to wait for death. But he didn’t die—instead, the zombies surrounding him perished. Wen Qingling: “???” Wen Qingling became a zombie, but he mutated. He had breath, a heartbeat, consciousness—almost no different from a human. He held dominance over zombies, possessed self-healing wounds, and wherever his blood flowed, life revived. Wen Qingling returned home, helped his zombie parents regain consciousness, and restored their rotting bodies to their original forms. In the city of zombies, they opened a clinic, treating only zombies and the infected, with crystal cores as the fee. News that living humans resided in Zombie City spread like wildfire. Some said: “There’s a clinic there that only treats zombies.” Others said: “The doctors there can cure the infected.” And some claimed: “The living people there were once zombies who were saved.” Survivors were thrown into an uproar, desperately searching for zombified relatives, hoping for a miracle.

Wood-element powerhouse Jiang Hanqing transmigrates into a poor family on a remote planet. His younger brother, born with a genetic defect, relies on expensive gene therapy to survive, plunging the family into deep debt. To earn money and repay the debts, Jiang Hanqing decides to return to his old profession. The planet’s barren land and harsh environment yield few crops with dismal harvests—but none of this is a problem for Jiang Hanqing. His real issue? The fruits and vegetables he grows seem… unusual. Until he catches the attention of a powerful figure. ———————— The high-ranking figure, too formidable to find a compatible guide, resigns himself to a lonely demise. Having never experienced bonding fever in his life, he can’t help but feel it’s unfair to die like this. Then, unexpectedly, his bonding fever erupts on this desolate planet—his pheromones so sweet they make legs go weak. The powerful man stares at the little guide before him, whose pheromone threshold is maxed out: "What a coincidence… my pheromones like you." Jiang Hanqing smiles. "My pheromones only like the crops I grow."