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Lin Chen transmigrated into a novel about a real and fake young master. The original protagonist was righteous and outstanding, but after his identity as the fake young master was exposed, he was expelled from his family and subjected to humiliation by various spoiled heirs. Ultimately, he turned dark and crippled most of the capital's elite families. Lin Chen, deadpan: How thrilling. But what does this have to do with me, a nameless extra? I even have to pay my own rent! The system said: Five years later, the original protagonist returns. If the host wishes to keep his job, he must work hard to cling to the original protagonist’s thigh and beg for his employer's life. ^^ Lin Chen, thoughtful: You’re right. To quit this 2k-a-month dishwasher job tomorrow, I should find my own way out! The head of Family A, a billionaire who built an industry legend from scratch over thirty years, had one enduring sorrow: his spoiled, good-for-nothing heir, who would surely squander the family fortune upon inheriting it. Then one day, a young man calling himself a "professional stand-in for the real young master" came knocking. Lin Chen: "A sense of crisis and competition is the best motivator for improvement." Lin Chen: "I suggest you hire me for 30 million to play your son for a year, then tell him he’s actually the fake young master you mistakenly brought home. By this time next year, I promise he’ll learn what it means to lose everything if he doesn’t work hard!" The head of Family A was tempted. The next day, Lin Chen was welcomed into the A family mansion, and the A family’s young master was demoted to "fake" status. Lin Chen: Haha! The life of a young master, here I come! What did it feel like to be trampled from the clouds into the mud? The A family’s young master found out. He was bewildered, shattered, furious, screaming, raging—then finally calmed down, gritted his teeth, and vowed to strive for greatness. A year later, the young master returned home with straight-A grades, tearfully demanding his father choose between him and Lin Chen. The next day, Lin Chen, satisfaction written all over his face, took his 30 million paycheck and the patriarch’s endless gratitude, faked a terminal illness, and made his exit. Year two, Lin Chen became the long-lost eldest son of industry-leading Family B. Year three… Year four… Year five… Eventually, the capital’s elites shared an unspoken secret they dared never reveal to their heirs: That beloved "real young master"/"eldest brother"/… you’ve been pining for all these years? He’s off playing young master at Family X now!

What’s the big deal about switching bosses three times? Ever since a fortune-teller declared me the greatest strategist in the realm, I’ve been *forced* to serve five different lords! The first lord was cruel and bloodthirsty—at the slightest provocation, he’d chop heads! I said, *"Your Highness, you mustn’t! Only those who win the people’s hearts win the realm!"* He didn’t listen. Tried to chop me. So I *ended* him. The second lord preached benevolence but secretly kept blacklists. He couldn’t stomach criticism and sabotaged anyone who crossed him. I said, *"This isn’t right—a ruler needs broad-mindedness and integrity."* He didn’t listen. Sabotaged me. So I *ended* him. The third lord wasn’t so bad… except he was *cheap*. *Unbearably* cheap. I said, *"At least let the soldiers eat, and pay your strategists! Stinginess won’t last."* He didn’t listen. Tried to stiff me! So I *ended* him. Exhausted, I longed to retire to the mountains. But I got *"recruited"* again. This new lord seemed *perfect*—strong, humble, paid on time! I thought I’d finally found a decent boss to retire under… until he got *married*. First night: wedding. Second night: *lost his damn mind.* *Goddammit, he was a lovesick fool!* I begged him to focus on his ambitions. He didn’t listen. Said I *"didn’t understand love."* So I *ended him and his wife.* By now, I’d *ended* four lords, and rumors spread that *whoever hired me died.* Bitter and disillusioned, I fumed: *Was this my choice?! You all dragged me out of retirement—what was I supposed to do?!* *I quit this strategist gig!* As I cursed and packed up (relieved to finally *rest*), someone *yanked my donkey’s tail.* I spun around, furious— Only to find *the other* guy who’d helped me *end* the lords, gazing at me earnestly: *"Stick with me one last time, wage slave."* This *sly bastard* had secretly taken over all four previous lords’ forces! I *wanted* to *end* him. But he dodged all my traps—*and was a little lovesick… for me.* …*Didn’t end him.* Eventually, I became history’s greatest strategist—*whoever hired me conquered the realm.* *Finally. I could rest.*

Mu Qiong has transmigrated and become a down-and-out young master who was kicked out of his house. So poor that he doesn't even have a silver coin... How is he supposed to live like this? Mu Qiong has no choice but to return to his old profession—writing novels. Alternate history, unrelated to real history, no historical figures will appear~ Main plot: Mu Qiong is the attacker, Fu Yun'an is the receiver.

Gu Wang transmigrated into a book where he was dedicated to stealing the male protagonist's white moonlight, ending up miserably. After entering the book, Gu Wang was committed to matchmaking the male protagonist with the white moonlight, vowing not to interfere with the two anymore.People gradually discovered that Gu Wang, who used to follow the academic god around, was nowhere to be seen. He stopped bringing breakfast to He Qinghuan, the love letters disappeared, and he no longer chased away He Qinghuan's suitors. Soon, someone leaked a chat screenshot: Classmate A, "Gu Wang, don't you like He Qinghuan anymore?" Gu Wang, "Isn't studying great? Why would I like him?" Everyone was happy that He Qinghuan finally got rid of Gu Wang.Only He Qinghuan sat in the corner of the classroom with dark and daunting eyes. Shortly after, a high-definition surveillance video was leaked on the forum. The aloof He Qinghuan dragged the school bully Gu Wang into an alley, pressed him in his arms, kissing him with fervent and fierce eyes. The school bully, known for his aggressive demeanor, was completely powerless, allowing He Qinghuan to do whatever he wanted.

—Silly Sweet and Refreshing Novel—"Business World" tells the story of how the Si family dominates the business world amidst deceit and betrayal. To bring down their greatest enemy, Lu Huan, the Si family feigns a marriage alliance, sending the most obedient "little waste" in the family as a pawn.Under the author's deliberate lowering of IQ, the gigantic Lu family is completely defeated by this "little waste."Before Lu Huan could die in a car accident, he suddenly awakens, and his unwilling resentment brings him back to the time before the marriage.This time, Lu Huan looked at the marriage proposal and smiled sinisterly: Fine.*Yu Baihan accidentally becomes Si family's "little waste."On the night of the wedding, he meets his nominal husband for the first time—whether in body or appearance, he perfectly hits his mark.Yu Baihan lies peacefully: I love him, come pamper me.The next moment, Lu Huan pinched his chin and slowly said, "I want to see how much more..."Yu Baihan changed his position: "Little surprises that I don't know about, my emperor?"Lu Huan: "..."Yu Baihan understood, realizing that his husband likes this kind of playfulness.*Lu Huan shatters the plot for the first time, retaliating against the Si family.The Si empire falls apart, family infighting, power struggles among the heirs, filled with bloodshed and gloom. Lu Huan removes the mask, and the two families completely tear each other apart.In Lu family's mansion.Lu Huan sits in an armchair in the bedroom, half of his face hidden in shadow, looking at Yu Baihan as if watching a play: "Any thoughts?"Yu Baihan claps like a seal: "Good! When you bloom, butterflies come naturally; when you're splendid, the heavens arrange it!"Lu Huan: "..."————Later, the plot is indeed broken, like a runaway dog that never returns.Everyone is waiting for the Si family’s pawn to be thrown out by the increasingly powerful Lu family, even Lu’s subordinates count the days, ready to roll up the bedroll of the "waste."Until a subordinate sees Lu Huan personally carrying the bedroll into the master bedroom.Inside the bedroll is Yu Baihan, who looks expectantly: "Be a little more forceful, Lu Huan! Haven't you eaten?""..."The bedroom door slams shut!Subordinate: ???

Li Feifan transmigrated into a novel, becoming the pampered canary kept by the wealthy Huo family's Second Master—idle, spoiled, and utterly dependent. The only reason he lasted three years by the bigshot's side was his uncanny resemblance to the latter's unattainable white moonlight. The original canary genuinely loved his patron, but his foolishness and temper got him dropped the moment the white moonlight returned. Li Feifan was different. A canary ought to know its place. Seductive in bed, tenderly devoted out of it—messing with flashy rivals in leisure, never stepping forward when trouble arose. Behind the scenes? The Huo family’s Eldest Master schemed ruthlessly? Li Feifan pocketed five million privately. Rivals came to provoke? He profited immensely from prime real estate in the city center. Endless gossip in high society? High-return investments in funds and stocks. When the white moonlight returned, Li Feifan said, "Second Master, three years together means something. Forget the breakup fee." Huo Yunqi smirked, "Nonsense. You served me well these years." Li Feifan gritted his teeth. *Damn it, I was being polite.* Rumors spread that the Huo family head was marrying his childhood sweetheart. Until everyone saw the man standing beside Huo Yunqi. Outsiders: "Isn’t that Second Master’s famous canary? The one who charmed his way into his heart. Did he defeat the white moonlight and marry into riches?" Insiders: "Bullshit. Master Li *is* the riches." Internal sources leaked that before the wedding, the canary tried to fly away—boarded a plane, only to be dragged back by Huo Yunqi. Allegedly, he didn’t leave the bedroom for three days and nights.

Xing Shi unexpectedly found himself transported into a magical world, where life was utterly miserable. But luck was on his side—one day, he opened his eyes and discovered he had returned to normal human society. Overwhelmed with joy, he vowed to savor every moment of life. Then, a voice echoed in his mind: **[System 99, successfully bound to host.]** Fu Xiuning suddenly gained the ability to hear the voices of systems in others. All of them, along with their hosts, shared one goal: to seduce him. They swarmed around him, every last one harboring ulterior motives. He toyed with them like a cat, crushing wave after wave—until one day, he heard the familiar opening line again: **[System 99, successfully bound to host.]** **[Host, please proceed with the assigned seduction mission or face termination.]** Fu Xiuning chuckled inwardly, already plotting how to dismantle this new threat—when he overheard the ensuing exchange. Xing Shi: "Yes! Zhajiangmian!" System: "Host..." Xing Shi: "That’s the smell of zhajiangmian!" System: "Host, I must insist—" Xing Shi: "Ahhh!! Zhajiangmian!" System: "Are you even listening to me?" Xing Shi: "Shut up. Nothing’s stopping me from eating zhajiangmian today!" System: "Initiating Level 1 punishment protocol. Countdown: 3 seconds." Xing Shi stood motionless. After a pause, he asked earnestly, "Not done yet? Do you guys have different time dilation or something?" System: "?" Fu Xiuning: "?" The system faltered. "You… feel nothing?" Xing Shi: "Oh, so it’s over? That’s it?" Cheerful, he declared, "Great! Off to get zhajiangmian, bye~" The system glitched. "...Wait, how are you unaffected?!"

Feng Lianchen, assistant to the president of the Tan Jewelry Group, calm and quick-witted, was personally promoted by the old chairman Tan Ru and regarded as one of his most trusted confidants. As everyone knew, the Tan family had two young masters, both harboring ambitions to inherit the family business. The two were locked in open and covert conflict, but their situations were different: The elder son, Tan Shizhang, arrogant and brooding, vindictive to the last, possessing some talent but not enough to shoulder the whole burden. The second son, Tan Haoyang, was clearly favored by the old man, who even had Feng Lianchen assigned to protect and support him. Feng Lianchen sided with Tan Haoyang. After Tan Ru’s death and the will being finalized, sure enough, the second son, who had the upper hand, crushed the elder son. After the funeral, Feng Lianchen pressed himself against the corner and saw two figures hiding on the other side. It was Tan Haoyang’s young lover, clinging to his neck and acting spoiled: “That dead-faced hanger-on of yours only knows how to look down on me and put on a sour face. He’s no longer useful. When are you planning to kick him away?” Tan Haoyang pinched his lover’s nose indulgently. “Can’t wait to take over yourself?” Feng Lianchen said nothing. When he got home, he deleted the chat records of Tan Haoyang’s passionate declarations of love, threw away all the clothes and daily necessities Tan Haoyang had left behind, and cleared away every trace of their relationship. —— When the birds are gone, the bow is put away; when the rabbits die, the hounds are cooked. Now that Tan Haoyang held power, it was no surprise to anyone in the company that he would turn on the old guard. Feng Lianchen was the first target, but the notice he received was not a dismissal, only a transfer with demotion— Effective immediately, he would step down as president’s assistant and serve as Tan Shizhang’s private assistant. Tan Haoyang was killing two birds with one stone: this move both showed off his power to the loser and was meant to force him to leave on his own. Feng Lianchen leaned against the doorway of Tan Shizhang’s office and listened as the second young master inside toyed with his words, sowing discord and stirring up trouble. Inside, Tan Shizhang had listened for a long while as well. He smiled faintly. “So you mean Assistant Feng can be used however I like.” At that time, Tan Haoyang was riding high and did not foresee that much later, when he thought back on this day, all that would remain was a backdrop of regret. —————— The real top is the elder son Scheming, ambitious power player × an elegant beauty with strong control over the situation Reading guide: 1. The blurb is made up; the story is fundamentally not tragic. Abusing the scum √, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger √, appearing to love and hate each other √, but underneath it is still an adult romance. 2. The title has been criticized for a long time; I really couldn’t come up with one. If I had to give it a formal name, it would be *The Humerus’s Trusted Minister*, also known as *Who Doesn’t Have Two Layers of Skin*. WB @Brass Revolver [The extra chapters will be released for free as bonus extras, but the work must first be changed to completed; only after settlement can the bonus chapter function be used.] [To avoid everyone accidentally buying or buying twice, the extras will temporarily be updated in the author’s note of the final chapter.] —————— Completed works → “Reborn Daily Life of a Wealthy Family’s Adopted Son” “Mind-Reading Game” “My Archenemy Always Wants to Marry Me” Upcoming → “A Wealthy Family Butler’s Work Handbook” (a heartthrob and a shuraba) “Offering Roses to the Cold Beauty” (plucking a single high-mountain flower) “Assistant Shen Teaches You Corporate Warfare, Step by Step” (real corporate warfare is pulling the circuit breaker)

At the age of thirteen, Chun Di discovered that he had been switched at birth. He was not the son of a gambler, but rather the true heir of the wealthy Lin family in Gusu. Excited yet fearful, he returned to his real home, only to face disdain from every family member. His father scorned his lack of education, his mother found his temperament unworthy, his elder brother accused him of malice, and even his young twin siblings cried at the sight of him. In stark contrast was Lin Zhongtan, the one who had lived Chun Di's intended life. Lin Zhongtan was elegant, handsome, and erudite, becoming a closed-door disciple of a renowned scholar at a young age. Though Chun Di was the true heir, everyone adored Lin Zhongtan. Growing increasingly bitter and insecure, Chun Di began to resemble a toad lurking in the shadows. While Lin Zhongtan earned his place at the Imperial Academy through merit, Chun Di's father paid for his admission. The elite there only associated with Lin Zhongtan. One day, the toad threw himself into the swan's embrace. Using his body as bait and love as an excuse, he coaxed the swan to help him. With Lin Zhongtan's ghostwriting, Chun Di gained a reputation as a talented scholar. His father praised him in a rare letter, and even the Crown Prince invited him to a private banquet. Overjoyed, Chun Di dressed in his finest attire to attend, only to be publicly exposed for having Lin Zhongtan write all his poems and essays. Humiliated, Chun Di looked to Lin Zhongtan, but the swan who had once kissed his fingertips now gazed at him coldly. Chun Di ran away in the rain and drowned in a river that night. At the same time, the beloved yet mentally impaired ninth prince, born to the Emperor's favorite concubine, awoke after a fatal fever had nearly taken his life.

His iron cavalry swept up a storm, his ships wove a net. He dominated the four seas, he was the king of the world...Zhu Chi, unwilling to die, made a deal with the devil for a chance to survive in another world. A new body, young, vibrant, full of life. Finally free from the smell of hospital medicine, Zhu Chi smiled with joy. Soon, as he accepted his new identity, the smile faded from his face. He, clad in royal robes, crowned as emperor, ruled thirty-six states, the sole emperor of the western continent. He, tyrannical, waged wars at will, built carriages of gold, scorned divine authority and humiliated the church—a tyrant. The devil is indeed the devil, crafty, cunning, sinister. Now, restored to health, Zhu Chi must face those who bear him great hatred: the noble stripped of his title, the cardinal deliberately suppressed, the merchant leader whose wealth was seized, and... an assassination attempt in seven days. If nothing goes wrong, he will be exiled in four months, then hanged before the Mourn Tower. Zhu Chi: Excellent. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, smiling: So what if I'm a tyrant? If I want, even a tyrant can rule the land. [I want the Rose King's banner to fly across the continent, the eternal glory of the sun, the people to bow as the golden carriage passes. Because I—was born to be king.]

At the age of 12, Zhang Jue received a shocking phone call during his ballet class—his parents and younger brother were involved in a car accident while on their way to pick him up. His mother shielded his father, resulting in her falling into a vegetative state.With the high medical costs for her treatment, his father, unwilling to give up on his wife, moved to the capital to work. Zhang Jue and his brother were then taken in by his uncle, Zhang Junbao, who is a figure skating coach.As Zhang Jue spent more time with his uncle, his dormant figure skating talent, which had been hidden for four years, began to emerge, propelling him toward the competitive world of figure skating.

Chi Wang is handsome, academically excellent, and ambitious, attending the prestigious H University with a bright future—except for one flaw: he’s poor, so poor his pockets have holes. Because of this, he becomes the "Emperor of Part-time Jobs," working everywhere to carve out a glorious path for himself. Xie Siheng, on the other hand, is H University’s heartthrob—tall, handsome, icy as a glacier, rumored to come from a wealthy family and destined to study abroad. Yet, this doesn’t stop the endless stream of confessions from men and women. These two should have had nothing to do with each other, but by sheer accident, they end up in bed together. When Chi Wang wakes up, he’s stunned. He looks at himself, then at the silent Xie Siheng, before blurting out, “I don’t have to pay for the hotel room, right?” Xie Siheng: “…” Xie Siheng: “No.” Chi Wang quickly leaves, brushing off the incident with ease—he keeps working and attending classes as usual. When he runs into Xie Siheng on campus, they merely nod at each other without any awkwardness. But months later, Chi Wang’s stomach starts to bulge. Blaming it on food poisoning, he goes to the hospital for an IV, urged by friends to get a check-up. The doctor is shocked when the results come in: “You’re pregnant!” Chi Wang: “??” Huh? He’s a guy! After rechecking, the result remains the same: pregnant. Chi Wang: “…” Huh??? * Soon after, Chi Wang seeks out Xie Siheng and whispers mysteriously, “I’m pregnant. You have to take responsibility.” Xie Siheng: “?” Handed several medical reports, Xie Siheng confirms Chi Wang really is pregnant and falls silent. Under Chi Wang’s urging, Xie Siheng’s gaze hardens as he asks solemnly, “Do you want a Chinese-style or Western-style wedding?” Chi Wang: “Huh? I just want reimbursement for the medical fees. We can’t keep this child.” He scratches his head awkwardly, whispering, “I just don’t have the money.” Xie Siheng: “…” Xie Siheng declares firmly: “We’re getting married.” Chi Wang is baffled. “You’ll only pay if we marry?” Xie Siheng: “…” --- **Reading Guide:** 1. Sunshine Unlucky Bottom x Cold, Secretly Obsessive Top 2. A sugary treat—MPreg! MPreg! MPreg! 3. Setting assumes same-sex marriage is normalized.

Ning Yu transmigrated into a minor servant of the most beautiful cultivator in the realm. Countless men flocked to flatter the beauty— When the righteous Sword Lord came to protect the beauty, Ning Yu was grinding herbs for her. When a noble scion came to show concern, Ning Yu was tidying her clothes. When a demonic cultivator attempted seduction, Ning Yu was drawing her bathwater. Then the Demon Sovereign arrived, intent on kidnapping the beauty to be his consort. Ning Yu kept working, confident that hordes of reinforcements would come to the rescue. Ning Yu: Not worried at all.jpg But later, the Demon Sovereign kidnapped *him* instead. Ning Yu: ??? A crowd rushed to his aid, shouting: *"Release Fellow Daoist Ning!"* Ning Yu: *"Are you all grabbing the wrong person?"* —1v1, no harem. The top is the Demon Sovereign (not just a background character), though there are other one-sided attractions and rivalry scenarios. The bottom only reciprocates the top's advances.

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!

Zhou Xun once thought his life would only ever be this way. His elder brother was the prince's white moonlight, the tyrant's cinnabar mole. And he? A flawed imitation living in his brother's shadow; a cheap, cast-off gift given to the prince as a replacement, his chance at the imperial exams ruined; a cannon fodder character in a dog-blooded harem novel, whose tragic death served only to facilitate others' love. Enough was enough. At a palace banquet, Zhou Xun, resolved to take revenge, attempted to assassinate the tyrant—hoping to bring about the extermination of his entire clan—and was thrown into the imperial prison. In his cell, he closed his eyes and waited for death. But what he didn't expect was... The awakened tyrant not only had his soul replaced by a transmigrator from a stallion novel but also, through a series of coincidental exchanges, mistakenly identified Zhou Xun as... A "fellow transmigrator"??? Emperor: "Why did you try to kill me?" Zhou Xun: "If not explosion in silence, then death in silence." Emperor: (utterly confused) "Do you know the consequences of assassinating an emperor?" Zhou Xun: "At worst, the extermination of my clan. I never shy from assuming the worst of others." Emperor: "Who taught you these words?" Zhou Xun: "Fate. Unfair fate." Emperor: "You... care to share your thought process?" Zhou Xun: "The sorrows and joys of humanity are disconnected." Reflecting on his silenced, unfairly snuffed-out life, Zhou Xun thought: this world had shown him nothing but malice, and no one understood his sorrows or joys. Moved by his own words, he concluded his speech and closed his eyes, awaiting death... He waited, and waited, and waited... Only to hear the emperor whisper? "Odd changes, even remains unchanged...?" Zhou Xun: ??? "Stop pretending. We're fellow transmigrators... right?" Zhou Xun: ??? #WhatToDoWhenAMistakenTransmigratorThinksYoureAFellowHelpNeededASAP# * Emperor Rong Xuan of the Jing Dynasty was infamous for his cruelty, having countless executed for displeasing him. Yet from that day onward... "Your Majesty, this is the finest Xinjiang ice moss, delivered eight hundred li post-haste—" "Send it to the Master!" "Your Majesty, Jiangnan has sent three taels of Zhou Cai's favorite pre-Qingming tea..." "Send it to the Master!" "Your Majesty, this is the heirloom jade pendant your mother left for her daughter-in-law..." "Must I repeat myself? Send it, send it, send it—all the finest treasures to the Master!" "What about the peerless dancer?" "Of course, send her too—Bah! Wait! Bring her back! That one stays!" "Your Majesty, this is Scholar Xun's 'ex,' the Fifth Prince, and your white moonlight, Zhou Cai..." "Exile them ALL!!!" The court: A bewitching consort! It must be a bewitching consort! Yet the so-called "bewitching consort" spent his days agonizing over how to teach the transmigrated emperor to convincingly mimic a tyrant without blowing his cover. "What does a tyrant do?" "Extravagant construction projects." Rumors spread: the tyrant leveled roads, built lavish carriages for the consort's outings—all for a single smile. Then... The capital's order flourished, merchants traveled freely, and the people prospered. "What else does a tyrant do?" "Crushing taxes and levies." Rumors spread: the tyrant slaughtered corrupt officials, drenching the land in blood—all to please the consort. Then... The bureaucracy was cleansed, peace reigned, and the people cheered. "What else?" "Wasteful projects." Rumors spread: the tyrant dredged canals, raised a navy—all to ship lychees for the consort. Then... The Grand Canal was completed, the Jing navy became unmatched, envoys from all nations bowed, and the empire united in loyalty. After years of coaching the emperor on tyrant behavior—while keeping his transmigrator identity secret—Zhou Xun decided to resign and return home. With his vengeance fulfilled and his dream of topping the imperial exams achieved, he had no reason to stay by the emperor's side. "Zhou Xun." "Hmm?" He turned. "What should a tyrant do now?" "Do... what?" "Hold you." The man embraced him from behind. "Never let you go." * Later, Zhou Xun reflected: this world hadn't been so kind to him, but neither had it been entirely cruel. It had often brought him to the brink of death, yet always left him a thread of survival—threads that had carried him through his first eighteen years, until they led him to this meeting. But one thing he never learned: A soul had once traveled across time and space, fighting tooth and nail to pry open paths of survival for his younger self, yet never told him what it had done. That soul wanted to see him smile—wanted him to know— This world, and he, loved him dearly. —Sunny, silly transmigrator who crosses countless timelines to save his past lover × cool, gentle, devoted genius—

Drowning in millions of debt, Chen Bai died from overwork on his way to a part-time job. After transmigrating into a novel, he became the side character sharing his name, appearance, and role—a double for the white moonlight in a cliché romance plot. Originally, this minor actor, buried deep in obscurity and saddled with billions in debt from his father, was supposed to earn money as the stand-in for a tycoon’s beloved, enduring a tormented love story. But he slit his wrists at the outset, unable to bear the pressure. Debt now doubled, Chen Bai: "..." He wanted to die again. But a born laborer stays a laborer, even in a book. Faced with crushing debt, Chen Bai dove back into work, embracing the "beauty" of juggling eight jobs a day. By day, he played the devoted stand-in; by night, he became a workaholic frenzy, squeezing in late-night livestreams. His stellar acting and professionalism moved the tycoon so deeply—even after the white moonlight's return—that he confessed with flowers and music. Chen Bai coolly interrupted: "Shift’s over. Gotta rush to my next gig." Tycoon, stunned: "You’re seeing someone else?" Chen Bai: "I’ve got a locksmith appointment." ———— When the unknown 18th-tier actor suddenly went viral, and online wars raged, a reality show exploded in popularity. Tasked with working at a bubble tea shop, Chen Bai outdid the staff. Cooking on a tight budget? He took an A-list actor bargain-hunting. Stuck with the worst vehicle among luxury cars? He zipped around town on an e-bike with the actor in tow. Post-show, the actor gifted him roses—which he promptly sold at a stall to treat him to hotpot. Actor: "…" Netizens: "?" This man’s heart belongs only to making money. Terrifying. #There's nothing that working can't solve. If there is, just take on more jobs#

In 2018, Earth's spiritual energy revived, and humans awakened supernatural abilities on a large scale. In 2022, an alien civilization discovered Earth and began observing it. By 2025, Earth applied for civilization certification and joined the interstellar alliance. · Su Yu had been frail and sickly since childhood. Even after Earth entered the age of spiritual revival, his condition barely improved. However, he did awaken a peculiar ability—a system that constantly urged him to ascend as ruler, claiming that with just a rallying cry, millions of handsome men and beautiful women would rise to welcome the queen’s return. Su Yu found this absurd. Becoming king? Fine. Millions of admirers? Whatever. But the most ridiculous part was "queen’s return"—he was a man! … Yet, Su Yu ultimately ascended the throne. During the interstellar championship, contestants from different planetary civilizations exhausted themselves for the grand prize. Meanwhile, Su Yu merely lounged upon a throne crafted by his insect generals, watching his eerily handsome guard captain gently cradle his hand and press a reverent kiss to his fingertips. "This star domain shall be my first coronation gift to you. Await our triumph. —My most revered monarch." ============== #This story follows an overpowered, exhilarating plot! No angst for the protagonist!# #Love interest may appear late, but a CP is guaranteed!#

Ruan Xingyu transmigrated into a Jinjiang wealthy families novel, becoming a flamboyant, failed social climber who couldn’t marry into wealth. He loved the young master Song Wei deeply, but Song Wei fell for his stepmother’s son instead. All he could do was wait for his wedding day, when his wealthy fiancé would be stolen by his stepbrother. ...Just destroy this world already! As a small-time worker in a world full of elites, he clung to his role until the wedding day arrived. His ceremony was extravagantly grand—even the groomsmen were all male lead material. For example, there was the epitome of Jinjiang’s noble male lead: scholarly, driving a black Audi, already the object of countless admirers despite his youth. A morally upright man who seemed untouchable—except by his wife—yet bore a black scorpion tattoo on his wrist. Or the charming, narcissistic celebrity male lead, whose car collection could host an exhibition. Even a single watch on his wrist was worth a lifetime of an average person’s toil. And then there was the tycoon male lead: towering at 190cm, commanding a business empire worth billions. A mere stomp of his foot could send tremors through the entire entertainment industry. Every other VIP present was at least male lead level. The wedding was so grand that everyone envied his luck—until the vows began. His stepbrother burst into tears, stepping forward to steal his groom. Overnight, he went from being the envy of all to a laughingstock. ...Finally, the day had come! Just as his eyes reddened, before he could even squeeze out a tear, he noticed the groomsmen staring at him with unsettling intensity. Then he remembered the first time he met these elites at a gathering. As a minor character, he stood behind his fiancé Song Wei, a dazzling burst of fireworks amidst the crowd. The elites had stared at him and told Song Wei: *"Your boyfriend is truly beautiful."

I know, I am arrogant, greedy, and consumed by obsession, Yet I still want to live. Even if the price for survival is exorbitant, I still want to live. For this… I fear nothing. That was what Feng Zhu believed until that day. So he took on the highest bounty mission in the universe. After outwitting the human tyrant and several deities, barely completing the task, Feng Zhu looked at the long list of max-difficulty titles he had earned—[Death God’s Harbinger], [Mad God’s Pandora], [God of Wine’s Agave], [Sword of the Human King], [Fatal Twilight of the Gods], etc.—and glanced at the newly issued highest bounty in the universe bearing his name. For the first time, he began to reflect: Had he been a little too fearless back then? Tagline: He made the gods fall for him. Notes: ① Power couple, the bottom is overwhelmingly captivating. ② Not a gaming novel; incorporates title elements from games, multi-universe and multi-species setting. HE. ③ 1VS1. The love interests listed in the supporting cast are all split personalities of the same person. After fusion, the dominant personality is the God of Death.

Yin Min transmigrated into the nineteenth prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty, a dynasty that never existed in history. Initially so inconspicuous he was practically invisible, he only dreamed of becoming a carefree idle prince in the future. But one day, a celestial screen descended from the heavens, and a familiar voice rang in his ears: 【Hello, everyone! Today, let’s talk about how Emperor Taizong of Xuan raised an army to overthrow the Tyrant Emperor and became a legendary ruler…】 Suddenly the center of attention under everyone’s gaze, Yin Min: “……” ———— 1. The author’s writing skills and knowledge are limited. The story is overly grandiose and hollow, and the political intrigue is naive, written purely for fun—please brace yourself. 2. The style mimics historical live-streaming narratives, with the main premise being a reaction fic (key point). Some may find it resembles an outline, so proceed with caution if that’s not your taste. 3. The dynasty’s systems are a mishmash—don’t scrutinize them. 4. All medical knowledge in the story is nonsense. 5. This is a wish-fulfillment fic. It’s all made up—don’t take it seriously or overanalyze the logic. 6. The author has, unfortunately, never been an emperor (), so certain plot points will be glossed over. Readers expecting detailed imperial politics should look elsewhere. This is purely a reaction-style fic, written very casually (key point again).