Humanity cleared the "TF" survival game ten years ago, but the System broke its promise and recalled some human players to take part in a special event.
A five-year-old little dumpling dropped from the sky, and Shen Duo, lord of a city of human players, was forced to become her guardian.
Looking at the little girl, whose features bore some resemblance to his own, Shen Duo couldn't help asking,
"Name?"
"Mengmengda."
"Full name?"
"Shen Nian~"
All right, Shen Duo was certain: this was a little dumpling from the Shen family.
To find his younger sister and brother-in-law, who had gone missing in the "TF" game, Shen Duo resolutely scooped up the little dumpling and set off on a journey through dungeons.
And then...
He picked up a warrior with a knife in his left hand and a shield in his right.
A little dumpling healer, a warrior skilled at kiting (running for her life), and a squishy mage.
Shen Duo thought his team composition was no good!
Sister story: "Stay Alive, I Can Heal You Until the End of Time"
Coming soon:
"My Birth Mother Is Forced to Rewrite Her Novel Live"
Shu Xiao always thought she was a competent online novelist, until one day the characters in her book chased her into the real world to kill her.
Her eldest daughter was unhappy with the plot where a domineering CEO falls in love with me, and insisted on taking over as CEO herself.
Her second daughter, who had run away while pregnant, had no intention of having children with the man who had forced himself on her.
Her third daughter, who had been switched at birth, wanted a chance to reclaim her life.
Her youngest daughter, from a System story, wanted to go down with the System.
Forced to change the plot, Shu Xiao felt the pressure was immense. The holes she had dug were hers to fill, even if she had to cry while doing it.
So her own children kicked her into the world of her book to rewrite the plot live.
"The Princess Consort Gave Far Too Much"
Tao Wanning was the richest woman in the Great Qing. Yet not only was she the daughter of a merchant, she was also fated to bring disaster upon her parents, an ill-starred loner.
When she had wasted away until the age of twenty, her own uncles began scheming over her marriage, coveting her property.
Reborn, Tao Wanning had barely opened her eyes when she was besieged by matchmakers trying to persuade her to accept a marriage proposal from the son of the Vice Minister of Revenue.
It had been the same in her previous life. The Ministry of Revenue was Prince Ning's cashbox, and they had long regarded the Tao family as theirs for the taking.
"Being chosen by the third son of the Vice Minister of Revenue is your good fortune."
A concubine-born son who doted on his wife and neglected his concubines choosing her was supposed to be good fortune?
Tao Wanning would show everyone that she had good fortune in abundance!
Prince Ning needed money, and Emperor Qing needed it even more.
"What do you think, Your Majesty, of one million taels in exchange for the position of Prince Duan's consort?"
"But he's my younger brother, born of the same mother! How could I..."
"This common woman means gold."
"..."
Prince Duan, who had been granted a marriage by his imperial brother, was away fighting a war. When he learned he was about to marry the eldest daughter of the Tao family, he refused at first.
"With the realm yet to be pacified, how can I make a home?"
"Your Highness, the Princess Consort says she'll cover ten years of provisions for the Northwestern Army."
"..."
The Princess Consort was offering far too much. Prince Duan decided he might as well give in.
Recommendations:
"The Junior Sister Is Also Rewriting the Plot Today"
Author: Wen Yinli
The world's timeline in this cultivation realm had fallen into chaos. Villains had risen to power, demons and monsters ran rampant, and plot bugs flew alongside golden fingers.
Xie Jiu transmigrated into the role of a gifted but doomed junior sister, only to be exploited by her sect and soon face death, pierced through by countless swords.
Fortunately, there was a way out even in desperate straits. At the brink of life and death, Xie Jiu unexpectedly awakened a golden finger.
Other people transmigrated with golden fingers so powerful they could soar through the heavens and burrow into the earth. But hers...
was the battered drawing board that had transmigrated with her, its surface nearly rubbed bald.
Xie Jiu: QAQ
It's over.
*
Later, rumors spread throughout the cultivation realm that the infamous Eighteenth Peak had gained another young disciple. She was still young, but her cultivation techniques were beyond comprehension.
The Cultivation Daily often ran headlines like these:
[Shocking! The Qi Refining disciple didn't even blink, yet a savage puppet exploded into fireworks on the spot!]
Xie Jiu: ...I just erased his sword from the drawing board and drew a grenade.
[Explained: The teenage girl didn't move an inch. How did she send a towering giant beast flying in an instant?]
Xie Jiu: I just moved smoothly.
[Secret Realm Survival Hunt! A genius junior sister cries, "Beasts, come!" and summons over a dozen spirit pets! Unlimited contracts: a collapse of morality, or a loss of humanity?]
Xie Jiu gazed calmly at the sky: ...Perhaps you'd like to learn about copy and paste?
*
Later still, Xie Jiu went farther and farther down the path of cultivating immortality through painting, becoming a legend beyond the reach of anyone in the cultivation realm.
She devoted herself to putting the plot back on track, never expecting some of its turns to grow increasingly absurd.
For instance, beneath the moonlight, the bewitching young man's gaze was deep, his enormous fluffy silver tail slowly coiling around the girl's snowy-white ankle as he whispered coolly in her ear:
"So, choose one."
Xie Jiu slowly turned her head and looked at the dozen handsome faces she had copied, surrounding her with tender, adoring gazes, each more ardent than the last.
Xie Jiu: H-help... save me!
She didn't want this kind of bizarre love triangle!
Theme: Live toward the light, and keep going under the weight you bear
Writers who write well never worry about not having readers. They just disappear as they write. TAT
I've encountered several books like this
Why do the authors I like always quit halfway through or haven't seen each other for n years? I'm so miserable. I hope everything goes well for you. I'll come back and write when I feel better. I'm grateful.
Why didn't the author write more? Qxq, you really can't give me a side story about how a dog lives!
Damn, you finally finished this dungeon. It's already half written, so why don't you give it an ending? ! ! ! ! What exactly is going on, a camp war?
Check back again. Still no update_(:3∠ )_
Madam, do you still remember Xia Yuhe at the bottom of the pit? Winter is coming~
I was wrong. I should have looked at the latest updated version of [Purple Heart] first. I am so heartbroken.
Dad, are you still there?
The fragrance of ink and smell of copper are back, and the flowers are blooming on the street
The author I followed before also didn't update his articles. At that time, he released the follow-up outline and the wonderful dungeon setting script of the killing part. Can you do this? Thank you. Kiss me.
Writers who write well never worry about not having readers. They just disappear as they write. TAT I've encountered several books like this
Why do the authors I like always quit halfway through or haven't seen each other for n years? I'm so miserable. I hope everything goes well for you. I'll come back and write when I feel better. I'm grateful.
Why didn't the author write more? Qxq, you really can't give me a side story about how a dog lives!
Damn, you finally finished this dungeon. It's already half written, so why don't you give it an ending? ! ! ! ! What exactly is going on, a camp war?
Check back again. Still no update_(:3∠ )_
Madam, do you still remember Xia Yuhe at the bottom of the pit? Winter is coming~
I was wrong. I should have looked at the latest updated version of [Purple Heart] first. I am so heartbroken.
Dad, are you still there?
The fragrance of ink and smell of copper are back, and the flowers are blooming on the street
The author I followed before also didn't update his articles. At that time, he released the follow-up outline and the wonderful dungeon setting script of the killing part. Can you do this? Thank you. Kiss me.