Reborn as a scapegoat, she defies fate and changes her destiny.
Even the King of Hell wouldn't take her. What chance does some clown have against her?
Come on, let's serve that white lotus a taste of disappearing ink~
Look, every scumbag gets trampled in a chain of jumps~ Enjoy!
A handsome, roguish soldier: bold, capable, strong, and with a bright future ahead.
I can never repay you for saving my life. How about I give myself to you?
With an icy mountain of a man by her side and two mischievous kids in tow, she heads straight for a happy life.
One-line premise: Being a scapegoat isn't scary. The fun part is crushing the people who hurt her underfoot and making sure they never get back up.
New story -> Reversing Fate as a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character in the 1970s
Worship the God of Poverty
The twenty-second day of the seventh lunar month is the God of Wealth's birthday. Every household sets off firecrackers and invites the God of Wealth in. Seeing that his family had nothing but bare walls and not even enough food to last the night, the male lead's grandfather flew into a rage and slammed his pipe onto the ground. "We've worshiped the God of Wealth every year, and I'm still not rich. This year, I'm worshiping the God of Poverty!"
Just as the incense offered to the God of Poverty was lit, the male lead was born. His grandfather slapped his thigh and named him Wu Youqian, meaning "Wu Has Money."
The moment Wu Youqian was born, the village was hit by drought for three years running. Even the families who worshiped the God of Wealth had no food left over from one day to the next.
But when Grandpa Wu went out, he came across pheasants. When he went to the river, fish leaped into his basket. When he dug with a shovel, he uncovered a mouse hole packed with grain.
Who says worshiping the God of Poverty is a bad idea? From then on, they worshiped him every year.
Blurb Two
Wu Youqian gazed up at the sky, envious of the God of Wealth year after year. At long last, someone made an offering to him, and he got so carried away that he broke the heavenly rules and was cast down to the mortal world as punishment.
Fortunately, he still had his divine powers, so he thrived in an era when people struggled to get enough to eat.
His grandfather burned incense to the God of Poverty every year, helping boost his divine powers.
Hey, hey, hey~ Life in the mortal world isn't bad. He doesn't want to go back. He wants to marry a wife, enjoy a warm bed, and have a bunch of kids. What a great life.
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The writing style is so awkward, the characters' tone of voice is getting more and more wrong, and the plot is getting more and more confusing. Abandoned
I said I couldn't say it, but why did I suddenly become bald...
The beginning was pretty good, but the more I wrote, the messier it became, as if I was rushing to finish it. Are you disappointed?
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Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking, good-looking
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