The Great Demon King from Happy Town

Zhao Xing was once a mighty demonic cultivator who ruled the stars. One day, after transmigrating, he found himself turned into an idiot in Happy Town.

Sure, this idiot was the town mayor's grandson, and he even had a beautiful wife at home.

But the place called Happy Town was terribly poor. Even his wife had to wear patched clothes.

That was absolutely unacceptable.

In Zhao Xing's eyes, Happy Town was rolling in wealth. The magical beasts beyond the protective formation were all brimming with the blood of ancient demon gods. They were a bunch of walking ATMs.

Why live in poverty, then? Zhao Xing said to A Jiu, "Wifey, I'll take you out to conquer the world. I'll make sure you wear the prettiest clothes and get together with the wildest man."

A Jiu, whose cultivation had returned to the Great Ascension stage, smiled gently at Zhao Xing. "Go ahead. I'll always be by your side."

Years later, cultivators called Zhao Xing the Great Demon King. But ordinary people loved him, because the vegetable powder he made could slow aging, help people lose weight, and cure the insomnia that made their hair fall out.

They also heard he had even more advanced products, like little pills for charm and little pills for vitality. But they were expensive. If your family didn't own a mine, you could forget about them.

Thanks to genetic extraction technology from the interstellar age, Zhao Xing made a fortune. But his life had its troubles, too: A Jiu was so clingy that he barely had time to count his money.

Devoted Beauty Top x Short-tempered Demon King Bottom

Coming soon: The King of Infrastructure

Zhao Chunyang transmigrated into the gay romance novel his younger sister had written, right at the crucial moment when the protagonist was about to do something illicit. He took one look at the handsome man on the bed and quietly slipped away.

Fate hadn't been too unkind to him. At least he'd transmigrated as the emperor. He had all the food and clothes he could want, and access to the best of everything this era had to offer.

Not so fast.

Who could tell him why the Xiongnu had seized the border, why there were three kingdoms in the Central Plains, and why powerful clans controlled the imperial court?

His sister had transmigrated too, and was about to be sent to the Xiongnu for a political marriage. Sobbing, she said, "I have a complete outline. I need dramatic twists, and even the supporting characters need perfect character designs. If they're not princes or young heirs, how can they show their faces?"

Zhao Chunyang said, "Heh."

Zhao Chunyang had just finished writing a historical power-struggle novel, so he hurried to upgrade the weapons, repel the Xiongnu, and save his sister.

After that, he improved agriculture, established industry, and promoted education. Every task kept everyone so busy they could barely think straight.

The handsome man Su Ziyu, who had once lain on his bed, insisted on asking him, "Your Majesty, why did you suddenly leave that day?"

Zhao Chunyang replied righteously, "The thought of Jiangdong and Xishu being occupied by traitors made it impossible for me to eat or sleep."

Su Ziyu said, "I would be honored to ease Your Majesty's worries and restore your realm to its former unity."

Zhao Chunyang looked at Su Ziyu's slight frame and swallowed the words, "Can you really do that?"

As it turned out, he really could.

Later, Zhao Chunyang asked Su Ziyu, "If you're so capable, why were you lying on my bed back then?"

Su Ziyu stroked Zhao Chunyang's hair at the temples. "Obviously, I was there to assassinate the emperor."

That was a close one.

Bottom with maxed-out transmigration skills x Sick, ruthless top

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