The Marshal's Soft Little Snail

Ziyi is the last purple-scaled snail in the Immortal Realm. Born with Purple Essence, one of the Three Sacred Treasures, he was treasured by all the immortals and lived a life of boundless glory. But fate had other plans. A bolt of heavenly lightning struck out of nowhere and sent him transmigrating! Transmigration is a snail's worst nightmare. One moment he was sitting on a mountain of gold, and the next he was a dirt-poor loser. Ziyi was miserable. He didn't have a single seed to his name, and he even had to worry about ending up as someone's dinner! He heard the Imperial Marshal was near death, and Ziyi's eyes lit up. A fortune was coming his way! Who could have guessed that after he "kindly" saved someone, that shameless scoundrel would cling to him! "Report, Marshal. Your benefactor is missing." The Marshal calmly walked to the door and sighed. "What a shame. The Beilu family was just about to order a batch of goods, with an estimated profit of twenty million. Too bad none of us can make them..." Before he could finish speaking, a certain snail, carrying his heavy shell, came tumbling out of the ventilation shaft, transformed into a human, and shamelessly raised his hand. "I-I can make them..." "Report, Marshal. Your benefactor has gone missing again." The Marshal put down his documents and went straight to his vault. Sure enough, a certain snail, eyes shining with dollar signs, was desperately crawling toward the vault at a speed of twenty centimeters per hour... The Marshal held the snail, now transformed into a beautiful young man, and took shameless advantage of him, saying with boundless affection, "I'm yours, so what does money matter?" A greedy, willful snail who habitually hides away, the bottom, paired with a handsome, powerful, wealthy top. [Reader's Guide] 1. Monogamous sweet romance with children. 2. Supporting characters suffer, but the leads don't. 3. The author's intelligence is limited, so expect a lighthearted story. 4. No snooping around the rankings, analyzing statistics, studying the favorites count or writing style, or giving unsolicited advice. If you don't like it, don't attack the author or readers. Just quietly click the X. Theme: