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Transmigrate into a Book: In the 1970s, I Awakened a Pocket Dimension and Married an Officer 穿书七零，觉醒空间嫁军官 Where There's a Will, There's a Dream心若在梦就在Modern Romance300k WordsCompleted When a doomed side character awakens to her memories, she decides to rewrite everyone’s story. Feng Ping opened her eyes to find herself in a period novel, in the body of Feng Pingping, a doomed supporting character who dies from the start. Her job is stolen, she is bullied after being sent to the countryside, and a local tyrant drives her to her death in a dilapidated livestock shed. The badly wounded officer she saves will become a powerful military leader, as well as the “stepping stone to ha 36Reads—Score—Shelves
Reborn into a Military Marriage: Three Cherished Children from the Start 重生军婚之宠爱三千：开局仨崽 Where There's a Will, There's a Dream心若在梦就在Modern Romance616k WordsCompleted (Military Marriage + Period Setting + Devoted Couple + System + Modern Romance + Genius + Adorable Kids + Love After Marriage + Revenge + Reborn) Yu Lingze failed to reach the summit of Mount Everest and died beside the famous landmark known as the Sleeping Beauty. Only as she drew her last breath did she realize with shock that a supergenius with an IQ of 180 like her had fallen victim to a pig-butchering scam devised by her academically hopeless cousin! She couldn’t rest in peace! Fortunately, 3Reads—Score—Shelves
Quick Transmigration: The Laid-Back Cannon Fodder, and the Male Lead Begs for Cuddles with Red Eyes 快穿：摆烂炮灰，男主红眼求贴贴 Where There's a Will, There's a Dream心若在梦就在Modern Romance81k WordsOngoing I, Bai Yimeng, have been a stubborn holdout in the underworld for 60 years. I’m so broke my burial robe is fraying at the seams when the System comes knocking: “A ten-life cannon-fodder, a golden test subject. Sign the contract and you can come back to life.” If I can lie down, I won’t stand. If I can get paid extra, I won’t work for free. That’s my creed after transmigrating. The vegetative husband in a CEO romance wakes up and says, “Extra pay? I’m all yours.” The aloof senior brother in a c —Reads—Score—Shelves