Let's Go Home and Claim the Throne

While Ling Feng roamed the desolate planet, hunting relentlessly for bounties and scrimping to save enough money for a starship ticket, all for the stars and the sea in his heart,

one day a luxurious starship suddenly landed right in front of him.

A prim and proper old butler told him that he was the little prince of their family, switched at birth and only just found. They had come to take him back home to the capital planet.

(⊙o⊙) What?!

So returning in triumph and being crowned king was the proper way to start his transmigration story after all?

On the first day aboard the starship, he looked at the shelves of books piled high in the learning room of his wrist computer: The Great History, Imperial Law, A Complete Guide to Etiquette...

And then there was the virtual teacher with an incredibly friendly smile. Ling Feng instantly regretted everything.

Could he still make it back to his desolate planet?

It was too late for regrets. His only option was to run away halfway there.

Unfortunately, what awaited him at Freeport Pulin was not freedom, but mysterious assassins, a sudden rift in time, and a beauty's affection that was almost too much to bear.

A bombshell hit the capital planet's aristocratic circles: the useless little prince of the royal family had been switched at birth. The real prince had supposedly spent more than a decade stranded on a desolate planet, and had finally been found.

"I wonder what the royal family will do with the two of them in the end," people whispered among themselves.

One was a savage raised on a desolate planet, the other a useless failure who had failed to awaken.

Everyone was waiting for the two fake and real princes to clash, eager to watch a pair of losers fight it out.

But they never imagined the real show would be a hundred times more intense than anything they could have dreamed up. The little prince from the desolate planet was unbelievably bold. At their very first meeting, he got right in the royal family's faces and humiliated his scumbag father, the emperor.

And after trampling all over him, he walked away without a scratch!

In a hidden bedroom, Ling Feng's pupils shook as he stared at the silver-haired, fair-skinned beauty who had delivered himself right to his door.

Sure, we'd resonated intensely at Freeport, and in the end both the master and his spirit form had wound up in a tangled, disheveled heap.

But weren't we supposed to be at each other's throats? What are you doing now?

What happened to your cold and aloof image? Did it really crumble just like that?

And could you get your big cat to move its tail from around my ankle? Ling Feng rolled his eyes and silently complained to himself.

But what could he do? The guy was so good-looking. He was beautiful, so he was right.

The following is a blurb for an upcoming novel.

Not a Celestial Master, Just an Ordinary Rich Third-Generation Heir

Born into a wealthy family where everyone loved each other and excelled at everything, Ye Ying was very satisfied with his circumstances in this life. After all, ever since his previous life, he'd dreamed of being a rich playboy with plenty of money and free time.

What made him even happier was that this life took place in a perfectly ordinary, peaceful world.

This was a sure thing. It was finally his turn to enjoy life.

Sure, sure... sure as hell not!

At his eighteenth birthday banquet, in keeping with the family tradition his grandfather had told him about, Ye Ying's name was added to the family genealogy.

Before the ink had even dried, he heard a familiar ringing that seemed almost branded into his soul.

A sword appeared out of thin air, its gleam like a white rainbow piercing the sun, and plunged into his spiritual sea.

Ye Ying could only console himself: It was fine. The strange world ran on mutual pursuit. As long as he was "deaf and blind," they wouldn't notice him.

His mother's beloved, beautiful calico cat actually had two tails and a mysterious black-cat boyfriend. He couldn't see them.

The old peach tree in the courtyard babbled all day, gossiping about every mysterious creature in the neighborhood. He couldn't hear it.

But a normal trip to the mall could land him in an urban legend, and a cruise with a friend could end up in a mermaid hunting ground...

Could he ever live a peaceful life again? He couldn't keep hiding forever and let himself become a meal, could he?

Worse still, because mysterious incidents kept happening around him, a special department began keeping an eye on him.

Wait, why did this man, covered in killing intent, have a special connection with him? His troublesome sword was safely in his spiritual sea! What was this guy doing here?

His troublesome sword's human form was an adorable, three-headed-tall, tsundere little cutie who'd bristle at the slightest tease. How could it have gone from that to this towering, 1.9-meter-tall, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, violently temperamental, jealous man after only a few hundred years apart?

"Who are you calling cute?" Killing intent surges.JPG

"So you're admitting you're a jealous lover?" Well, who else but him would insist on fighting a kitchen knife, a paring knife, and nail clippers for the chance to work as a natal sword?

"...Enough nonsense. Switch to the left foot." With a cold expression, the natal sword glanced at the right toenail he'd just trimmed to a perfectly rounded, even shape, then issued his command.

[Ancient texts record a sword named Zhuxie, an accursed blade born of the world's deepest resentment and hatred, said to devour its master. When drawn, it unleashes a sky-high aura of killing intent, yet it also bears immense merit, radiant as the sun, that purges evil and the uncanny.

Countless Celestial Masters throughout the ages have tried to tame or break it, only to fail. It draws itself from its sheath only when the world's spiritual energy surges and strange phenomena abound.]

[Upcoming Novel Two: Uncle Doesn't Want to Go Crazy with You All]

After finally graduating from the role of the devoted second male lead, Jiang He watched carefully for three years, making sure his older brother and sister-in-law were still deeply in love, before finally deciding to return to Province Z to build his career.

Who knew that fate would have other plans? As soon as his plane landed, he was hit with a "plot-driven accident." The System informed him that, lucky him (or unlucky him), he'd leveled up from second male lead to protagonist.

Apparently, a powerful man who doesn't start off disabled isn't a proper powerful man.

So he got into a car accident as soon as he left the airport, and it seemed perfectly natural that his leg would be injured and left him limping.

Looking at his leg, which had only suffered a minor fracture but was encased in an enormous cast, he had to admit that, given the amount of plaster, he really would be limping for a while.

Then the old man of the family immediately told him that, to keep him from ending up disabled and alone for the rest of his life, he had arranged an old marriage contract. The other party had agreed too.

"Seriously, Grandpa? A cast makes me disabled these days?" Jiang He complained frantically to himself.

But his past experience in the plot told him that it was best not to resist at key moments. The consequences were unpredictable.

But before he'd even met the guy, a friend came to tell him that his fiance was his great-nephew's ex-boyfriend,

the kind of ex-boyfriend who'd loved him deeply but been dumped terribly.

Then the useless System jumped in with an urgent notification: the plot was officially beginning.

Fine, fine. So you've decided to play it this way, from younger uncle to uncle?

You've certainly figured out how to play the uncle romance trope, Jiang He gritted out!

Ding-dong.

That very night, someone showed up with his luggage and knocked directly on his door.

"Gu Dongcang?" Jiang He stared in astonishment at the newcomer, a recent signing at his company.

"Boss, I'm the fiance you were betrothed to as a child. Give me a chance."

He leaned against the doorframe, broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and a face so beautiful it seemed almost divine. He smiled in a way that made it impossible to refuse.

Theme: Different life choices bring different kinds of brilliance.