Interstellar Planting Tycoon

Jiang Si bravely intervened in a bar fight, only to sustain fatal injuries and die in the hospital. He woke up on the mortuary slab, sat up, and walked out barefoot. The morgue attendant fainted on the spot. Jiang Si's resurrection was inexplicable—a medical impossibility. Then, increasingly bizarre incidents began to occur. Corpses fled the hospital morgue. An endless ghost realm appeared beyond the elevator. A woman who had jumped to her death twisted her way back home. The deceased in funeral portraits returned to their families… The supernatural was awakening. Those capable of handling such phenomena were called "spirit master." They possessed keen perception and formidable power, yet their numbers were few—woefully inadequate against the global supernatural outbreak. As fear spread and everyone lived in terror, transparent little pets began appearing, protecting their owners and guiding them through dangers. More and more people were saved by these pets, and when questioned about their origin, the trail led to one person—Jiang Si, a freshman at a prestigious university. * When Jiang Si was tracked down by the top Spirit Master, Bo Huai, he was busy sketching a posthumous portrait of an Akita. "Cats: 100k+. Dogs: 200k+. No living portraits. No unhappy pets. No abusers." Bo Huai slapped down a stack of military dog photos. "Start with twenty." Jiang Si dropped his brush in fright. "Captain Bo, I’m human. I swear I’m human." Bo Huai patted him gently. "I know. You just woke up wrong." Jiang Si: "QAQ" What do you do when you climb off the mortuary slab and attract the attention of a ruthless Spirit Master?

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.