Also known as The Author Is the Voice in My Head.
Yan Qingqing was born by the sea. Everyone in her village made their living by fishing, but she dreamed of farming from the time she was little.
One day, she watered her flowers with seawater, and a scream suddenly rang out in her head: [Stop!!]
The voice claimed to be the author of a novel, and Yan Qingqing was a supporting female character in it. In the future, she would find the injured male lead, fall hopelessly in love with him, and become a stepping stone on the path of the male and female leads' romance.
Yan Qingqing: I don't believe a word of it.
But soon, Yan Qingqing realized the voice knew many secrets no one else did: the Earth wasn't flat, it was round; seawater was too salty to irrigate plants; the most important nutrients for growing crops were nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium...
Yan Qingqing felt that her dream might finally be within reach.
Just as Yan Qingqing became the whole village's hope for a full stomach, she found a battered man by the sea. The author in her head popped up to congratulate her:
[Congratulations, you've found the male lead. We've finally made it to the start of the plot... Wait, isn't this the final big villain of the entire novel?!]
Bai Jinxiu had been trapped in a world of deceit since childhood. His life was dark and hopeless. At long last, he became the Imperial Preceptor, and just as he was about to seize power from the old emperor, his own family betrayed him and cast him into the sea.
Consumed by despair, Bai Jinxiu had planned to end his life, but a pair of warm hands pulled him from the cold water and led him away from darkness and pain.
"Are you all right?"
From then on, Yan Qingqing became his light.
Coming soon:
Welcome to the Creator Game
Blurb One:
Feng Lan transmigrated into the sandbox game she'd been obsessed with lately.
System: You are the newly awakened Creator of Day. You can only return home after unlocking every achievement. Oh, and you'll gain an ability each time you unlock one.
Looking at the world she'd turned into a disaster by casually tossing in Cthulhu-style monsters, Feng Lan, the weak, pitiful, helpless Creator of Day, took a deep breath.
Could she still go back in time and kill her younger, ignorant self?
A long time later
Feng Lan punched a giant whale and kicked a worm. The earth raised a throne for her, the world forged it, and its radiance became her supreme crown.
She was Day, a sun goddess, the creator of the earth and all life, the embodiment of light and matter.
Her creations prostrated themselves before her palace and built statues of her to worship and watch her battles. Her enemies submitted to her and became fiercely loyal.
Seated on her throne, Feng Lan's lips curved into an amused smile.
"Welcome to my Creator Game."
Blurb Two:
This is a world where the uncanny and the mythical coexist, reality overlaps with dreams, and one-horned giant whales swim through the clouds.
As people step beyond the ordinary and rise above myth, nameless beings open their eyes, and mighty races extend their claws and fangs from the mist.
A black cat leapt out of the shadows and melted beneath the brilliant light of an exploding bulb.
Groups of dwarf-like figures in rat masks scurried through the sewers, making rustling noises.
Glowing jellyfish drifted lazily inside a lampshade, passing effortlessly through the seemingly solid glass.
A man in a suit, his face indistinct on an old television, knocked on a paper door sign with a corner torn off, stuck to the wall.
In the unspeakable Garden of Eden, new shoots sprouted from the rotting flesh beneath a false god's half-mask of deer bone.
In a dimension beyond human imagination, the sleeping Creator slowly stirred.
Shh. It is watching you
[Please Read Before Starting:]
1. Female-led progression story
2. Includes Cthulhu elements and a cosmic-horror style
3. Mildly creepy and sanity-draining, but not that frightening. More "weird" than scary.
Theme: Break free from feudal thinking and trust in science
"Mother has tamed and called people" is a "mermaid". You are typing in a hurry!
Are these the scales she had when she was a child? Is that her father who screams in the middle of the night?
I want both the vast tracts of fertile land and the heroine (Update updated)