[September 19: Later, later]
The apocalypse arrives, and zombies run rampant.
Chi Xinghe awakens a strange ability: he can open and control a separate world.
Unfortunately, he has land but no idea what to do with it.
He can speed up or slow down the flow of time, but he can’t build things all by himself.
So the people barely surviving the zombie attacks begin receiving invitations signed by “Man Tianxing”:
“Would you be willing to help poor Man Tianxing build a new home?”
“Man Tianxing is so pitiful. How could I not help?” + or + “I’ll need to think about it.”
Please make your choice.
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On this new land, people begin a new life.
They no longer fear zombies, because a god will protect them and this land.
All they have to do is offer the god a few insignificant things from time to time, and the god will grant them something of equal value in return.
Sometimes the god helps their crops grow faster, sometimes offers advice on building their city, and sometimes helps them deal with newcomers who refuse to follow the rules.
Everything proceeds in an orderly fashion, and everyone respects this god.
Until one day, the god suddenly gets angry.
Every resident receives a letter filled with exclamation marks:
“I’m really not a god!! Stop calling me one!!”
“Also, could someone give poor Man Tianxing a little fried chicken? This kid hasn’t had meat in days T^T!”
Without changing expression, the people put away the letter and quickly prepare fried chicken. At the same time, they all think the same thing:
Oh! What are we supposed to do? The god is so cute!
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Yu Qingmeng is a top-tier alpha who awakens an ultra-S-class combat ability.
One day, he happens to find a little omega called Chi Xinghe.
Chi Xinghe has a tough-sounding name, but he’s unexpectedly soft, like a sweet-filled tangyuan, and his pheromones smell amazing.
Yu Qingmeng swears he’ll take good care of this wife he tricked into coming home!
But less than a month after making that grand promise, he realizes Chi Xinghe doesn’t need him to support him at all.
His ability is to conjure all kinds of delicious food, and he keeps sneaking fried chicken behind Yu Qingmeng’s back!
Yu Qingmeng: ...
Forget everything else. Can I have a bite of that fried chicken?
Caught red-handed, Chi Xinghe doesn’t panic at all. Instead, he generously says: I’ll share a bite with you!
[Read this first]
- Adored, soft and adorable bottom x the most alpha, unbelievably awesome top in the universe
- The main plot is farming and romance. It’s slow-paced, with a mountain of author-created details. This is not a story about two equally powerful leads.
Upcoming: I’ll Lose It and Flatten This Dog-Blooded Novel
Yu Can transmigrates into a book as the evil male supporting character, the real young master of a wealthy family.
For the sake of the plot, he can be a brainless simp or an expert scapegoat. His father doesn’t love him, his mother doesn’t care for him, and by the time he turns eighteen, he hasn’t made a single genuine friend. He’s the kind of person even a passing mouse can take a swipe at.
Yu Can: ...
Whatever. I’ll just go crazy.
So what if I’ve been dealt a terrible hand? Heh, I can play it even worse.
His crush stands up for the fake young master and says cruel things to him, so he crawls around on the floor like a miserable creature and loudly calls his crush an ungrateful, faithless bastard, ruining his reputation.
His biological parents don’t want to acknowledge him, so he sets up a stall outside their company, offering to sell himself to pay for his father’s funeral. Fine, let the father who doesn’t want his own son die.
His adoptive parents beat and abuse him, so he files a lawsuit and sends the old couple to prison to enjoy their retirement.
The fake young master makes snide remarks, so Yu Can calmly points at him and says, “You’ve got food stuck in your teeth,” turning him into a viral meme on Weibo.
Hilarious. As long as I’m crazy enough, nobody can make me suffer.
Instead of torturing myself with pent-up frustration, I’d rather go crazy and make someone else suffer.
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The fake young master has always believed that Yu Can acts without thinking and seeks only momentary satisfaction, so one day he’s bound to pay for it.
Then he sees Yu Can’s bank balance and college entrance exam results, and suddenly realizes:
No way. This guy wants both seventy billion and a perfect score?
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Later, the fake young master realizes that all the people who used to suck up to him, as well as those he could never impress, have gone to Yu Can, offering huge sums for a lesson in social skills. Even the aloof beauty he’s been in love with for years appears at Yu Can’s side.
The fake young master: Is the whole world crazy, or am I?
#Go ahead and go crazy, but don’t joke around with your future
#I can afford to go crazy because I’ve got my own back. A good life isn’t just something you talk about
Theme: Labor is glorious!
[Hug] I'll burn a bun for you and stay well underneath.
Another book can solve v, but this one can't?
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Is it possible that all your characters are immortalized in a time-stopping spell? Please use your golden finger to give them a happy life and death, and don't let them soak in the Wangchuan River together with the readers and grow moldy.
Others write with a spring of literary thoughts, but you may have been constipated for a century. If you are really exhausted of your talents, you might as well say it clearly and it would be better for everyone to crowdfund to buy you a Kaiselu than squatting here like a watchman's stone.
At this speed of updating, I am afraid that even if you put a lot of rice on the keyboard, the chicken will peck out the final chapter of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", and you are still stuck in the first chapter. It is recommended that you just publish "The Ultimate Cultivation of Procrastination", which will definitely sell more copies than the novel.
[Hug] I'll burn a bun for you and stay well underneath.
Another book can solve v, but this one can't?
I hope that next time you write an article, the popularity will be directly proportional to your current update speed, and the comments will be like the male protagonist in your novel, who will always be a eunuch. Just hold on to your incomplete words and remain in this pit for eternity.
The thickness of your skin complements the depth of this pit, you can be called a crouching dragon and a phoenix. If half of this shameless energy is devoted to filling holes, I dare not say that you will have a place in the Nobel Prize for Literature. You will definitely be among the top ten scoundrels in China who have moved China.
Others defraud money and you defraud love. The White Wolf's trick with empty gloves is for you to understand. This is not writing an article, it is clearly a Ponzi scheme, using the wonderful opening of the article to gain subsequent subscriptions, and the end result is a collapse and runaway.
You dig this hole as steadily as an old dog, and you have the age-old style of "occupying the hole and not shitting". It is recommended that you change the introduction of the article to "This pit specializes in raising tortoises and has an extremely long life. Those who enter the pit should bring their own elixir of immortality."
I come up every now and then for a walk, and my skill in walking readers is really perfect. You are not writing an article, you are clearly engaging in performance art. The name of the project is "On How Long Can Human Patience Be".
Is it possible that all your characters are immortalized in a time-stopping spell? Please use your golden finger to give them a happy life and death, and don't let them soak in the Wangchuan River together with the readers and grow moldy.
Others write with a spring of literary thoughts, but you may have been constipated for a century. If you are really exhausted of your talents, you might as well say it clearly and it would be better for everyone to crowdfund to buy you a Kaiselu than squatting here like a watchman's stone.
At this speed of updating, I am afraid that even if you put a lot of rice on the keyboard, the chicken will peck out the final chapter of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", and you are still stuck in the first chapter. It is recommended that you just publish "The Ultimate Cultivation of Procrastination", which will definitely sell more copies than the novel.