The Daily Research Report of the Archmage

Lin Jingye, an ordinary Beta, is a paperwork-bound starship captain with only a rickety supply ship under his command. As one of thousands of nameless, second-line support personnel in the Star Federation, he’s utterly unremarkable. To make matters worse, just as this unlucky Beta is about to get engaged, his Alpha ex-boyfriend suddenly declares that a union without pheromones is incomplete—before running off to pursue his “true love” (a noble Omega with perfect scent compatibility). What can he do? Unfazed, Lin Jingye remains steadfast—for a Beta, only work is eternal. Then, one day, the Star Federation’s top marshal is ambushed in deep space, his flagship destroyed. Lin Jingye, the closest available captain, rushes to the rescue… only for the half-bloodied War God to dismantle his cargo hold, install a main gun, obliterate the enemy base, and then refuse to leave. *"Your starship is commandeered,"* declares this Alpha, the dream of millions. *"And so are you."* Countless high-quality Omegas (and even a few sneaky Alphas) flood the star-net, begging to bear the marshal’s children. Under immense pressure, Lin Jingye reluctantly replies, *"But I’m not an Omega."* Bathed in starlight, the marshal grins. *"No problem—I am."* Lin Jingye: *Plan successful.* Later, the entire galaxy’s Omegas wail in despair—*"What?! Our idol is an Omega?! Guess I’m gay now!"* Alphas collectively short-circuit—*"Holy shit, our idol’s an Omega?! So… I wasn’t gay after all?!"* Only the reporters remain composed: *"Exclusive! The marshal has fallen for the Federation’s first-ever Beta admiral. Everyone else, go home—you never stood a chance."*

After Qin Feng’s death, he received a sinister job offer—Front Desk Receptionist, requirements: 1. Pleasant appearance, terrifying aura—ideally, your photo alone can ward off evil spirits. 2. You will have one fixed partner. Daily pre-shift reminder: *My partner is the best in the world. I must love him every day and never let him out to scare ghosts.* 3. Deal with visitors sincerely and without pretense. Violence first, words last. You *must* slaughter all enemies before your partner lifts a finger. As the face of our company, ensure your slaughtering technique is elegant and dashing. Qin Feng (confused): What kinda front desk is this? Answer: The Underworld Front Desk Reception. Welcome aboard! Later… Qin Feng (*fully satisfied afterlife.jpg*): My partner’s the best in the world! He’s *so* gentle—even when ripping apart rowdy vengeful ghosts. Working with him keeps me motivated every day. A harmonious underworld is just around the corner! Colleagues & Villains: *Too scared to move!*

Archmage Ludwig got too carried away during an experiment and accidentally blew up his lab—sending his soul transmigrating into the interstellar era! 【Cheers from the struggling skeletons, devils, and evil spirits left in the lab】 Yet, right after crossing over, he learned that his "fiancé" coldly annulled their engagement: "Our betrothal is void. My family cannot accept a partner whose ability scores are so low they can’t even board a mech." Ludwig: Goodbye, cannon-fodder ex-fiancé. I’m marrying your idol instead. —The whole universe was shocked. The Empire’s SSS-ranked First Marshal was marrying that good-for-nothing with E-rank physical and mental stats, who couldn’t even climb into a mech? Fake news, right? Then everyone discovered that Ludwig indeed couldn’t pilot a mech—but he could apparently rip them apart with his bare hands… Rumor has it he tore the Marshal’s mech to shreds and couldn’t pay for it, so… 【Ludwig’s Interstellar Mage Tower is now recruiting apprentices! Struggling with stats too low to pilot a mech? Worried about not having enough money for a high-quality mech? Afraid of being torn apart by Zerg on the battlefield? Fear not—become a mage apprentice! Mages reign supreme, and a bright future awaits you!】 ************** Imperial Military Command Announcement: This novel will enter VIP on Friday, December 21st, with a 10k-word update! Apprentices, keep up with the mage’s pace and advance on the path of knowledge! Anti-piracy measures are set at 60%—please understand! ************** 【Reading Guide】 1. The bottom doesn’t rely on cheats—he *is* the cheat. Through sheer effort, he ascends on his own! 2. Okay, fine, the top *might* have a tiny bit of that "nation’s idol" trope going on… 3. Stay firm on the CP! As for the cannon-fodder ex, per tradition, he’s our beloved taste-tester for dog food. Don’t rush—faces must be slapped *slowly* for maximum impact. Hurrying just dulls the pain! Give the poor scum more time to brace himself! 4. Some interstellar species settings are borrowed from *Star Trek* and *StarCraft* (with enthusiastic fangirling), while Zerg social structures are inspired by classic Hollywood blockbusters. All other details will be cited in the text (so don’t mute my author’s notes!). 5. Western fantasy elements follow the usual suspects—*Warcraft*, D&D, *Final Fantasy*, etc. 6. The author adores drama and tropes, stir-fried with dog food. Cook it up, and even the scum next door will cry from envy!

Longque, the Ominous Blade—legend says it is the Blade of Kings; whoever obtains it can pacify the realm.Chu Xiang, who had just transmigrated back from the future: Huh? You calling me? I’m the captain of the starship Dragon Sparrow. How do you know about me?…Chu Xiang had two secrets.One: he had transmigrated before, to the interstellar era of the 28th century in another world, and had graduated from the Starship Academy.Two: he had been reborn back here, and was preparing to start building a harmonious society (Huh?).Chu Xiang also had two worries.One: a nickname like “Baleful Star of Yinghuo” is way too flashy (and chuuni). What am I supposed to do about it!Two: You’ve really got it wrong. I’m not that emperor’s blade—I’m a person. It’s just a name collision, understand?Lord: We just won a battle. Want to “harmonize” a bit tonight to celebrate?Chu Xiang: The harmony I wanted doesn’t seem to be this kind of har♂mony… But okay, okay!

Since transmigrating into this cultivation world, the Palace Lord picked up a somewhat pitiful disciple and eagerly awaited a classic "dark-hearted wolf cub" archetype. But despite going through many trials, why is his disciple still so well-adjusted? Palace Lord, exasperated: *"Good disciple, when will you turn into the big villain? Your master is ready to sacrifice himself (and his body) to comfort you."* Disciple: *"No, I refuse. *乖巧.jpg*"* Meanwhile, the Palace Lord himself has high cultivation but lives alone on a mountain peak, unknown to his sect, forced to take in a low-level disciple just to run errands—leaving them both tangled in grand conspiracies. Exciting! Except... *"Wait, who am I, and what’s my name?"* **[Collective confusion]** ...So much for transmigration adhering to basic logic. Those past-life novels LIED to me! On top of that: the transmigration method is bizarre, the system glitches worse than JJWXC’s servers, and—worst of all—people keep bullying his disciple. Enraged, he draws his blade: *"Step aside, disciple—I’LL play the villain!"* Disciple: *"Ah! Master, calm down! Let me handle the killing—please put the sword away! Also, allow this disciple to comfort you with his (body)!"* Sword: *"MMP, can someone acknowledge me? I’m tired of their PDA!"*