Completed apocalypse novel about handing things over to the authorities: I Deliver Temporal Express Parcels in the Apocalypse
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Lan Yan thought he had met an unfortunate early death, but when he woke up, he found himself inside Lingjing, a wildly popular interstellar virtual-reality cultivation game. Even worse, it was a revised version of a game he had once helped design, and he now had the identity of his old test account, "Huoshui."
He thought he had gotten the classic story of a max-level expert returning to the beginner's village, but then he discovered to his dismay that all the rare items piled up in his warehouse were unusable, frozen in place. Even the spirit stones in his account were frozen!
System: Please level up and earn money as soon as possible, or else...
Lan Yan: Or else what? Don't tell me I'll die if I don't make money. That's such a tired old plot.
System: Correct, you will die. Your body outside the game will be taken off life support and thrown out of its treatment pod because you can't afford the medical bills.
Lan Yan: ?
As breathing grew more and more difficult, Lan Yan collapsed to the ground. With no choice but to believe the System, he picked up trash and set up a street stall in the game to keep his body alive.
After joining a sect and taking a master, Lan Yan gained NPC senior brothers and sisters, as well as a sect leader for a master.
As luck would have it, his senior brother and sister were the test accounts of his former coworkers on the design team, and his master, the sect leader, was a character modeled on Lan Yan's own appearance!
Lan Yan: Little cabbage, yellow in the field, dressed in rags, with no food to eat.
Short-tempered senior brother and aloof senior sister: Take this high-level equipment! Take these million spirit stones!
Lan Yan: The wind howls over the Yi River, cold and bleak. No money for treatment, and I'm doomed.
Sect leader: Take this spirit vein!
Lan Yan stared in shock at the fresh spirit vein in his hands. It was the only item in Lingjing capable of producing spirit stones continuously, and only the NPC sect leaders of the major sects had one!
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Jiang Feng was the youngest marshal in the history of the Empire, but after his mental powers collapsed, he could no longer go to the battlefield. So he accepted a mission to enter a full-dive game called Lingjing and train a special forces unit's combat instincts.
One day, on his way to a dungeon, Jiang Feng came across a little street vendor lying by the roadside and calling out to customers.
The vendor looked pitiful, as if he hadn't eaten in days.
Jiang Feng waved his hand and bought everything on the vendor's stall. It definitely wasn't because the vendor was good-looking [certain].
Who knew that one extra glance would cost him not only his money, but his heart as well?
One-on-one, happy ending, devoted to each other in body and heart
Beloved, scheming beauty bottom x pure-hearted younger marshal top
Copyright notice:
Original work by Muye Wenge, published exclusively on Jinjiang Literature City. No reposting, pirating, or feeding to AI.
-- Ongoing interstellar farming novel: I Raise Cats Across the Entire Galaxy with Farming --
Ye Xun was a wood-element ability user from the apocalypse. After traveling to the interstellar era and ending up on the Alliance's most remote and impoverished planet, Kate, he was forced to become the planet's governor and saddled with an entire planet full of clingy sweethearts.
Ye Xun: What's with the people on this planet? They're all daddy's boys!
Adjutant: Governor, every resident of Kate is a feline beastkin. Being clingy is in their nature. Please be understanding.
Experienced fluff enthusiast Ye Xun changed his tune on the spot: Such a sweet burden? Please, let me bear it [serious face].
Kate is drowning in debt. If it can't pay up, the entire planet will become a slave planet.
Looking at Kate's endless fiscal deficit, Ye Xun decided to return to his old profession and farm to feed every cat on the planet.
Livestreaming his farming drew countless followers on the interstellar network;
He opened a nursery, petting every fluffy creature on the planet;
He attracted investment and turned the planet into the most popular resort in the galaxy;
He opened new routes, selling low-radiation, green agricultural products across the galaxy;
He developed interstellar ecotourism, boosted the planet's economy, and led its people away from the fate of becoming interstellar slaves.
Cang Yu was the Supreme Marshal of the Interstellar Alliance, the strongest leader of the Skywolf Clan, and the most popular bachelor in the entire galaxy. He had topped the galaxy's most eligible marriage candidates list for years.
One day, while inspecting the Alliance's most remote planet, Kate, Cang Yu met a human who not only had an amazing knack for petting fur, but also made him delicious, nutritious meals.
After years of being single, the marshal used his good looks to cling to him and refused to leave.
Later, Ye Xun stroked the majestic Skywolf while staring in silence at the marriage certificate in his hands.
All he had done was give the fluffy creature a bath. How had he ended up being forced to get a marriage certificate?
Theme: Persevere and strive for self-improvement.
No, you. . Although it is said to be a game, but... . .
Alston: I can't carry it. I can't carry it.
A mature Chinese cabbage also learns to find its own doge
Ah, author, you posted this at the wrong time. A big knife fell and it was gone. Have. Got it! I haven't written much about my daily life, but I still want to read it. The other thing I want to say after reading this is... Sometimes I can't understand Jiang Feng's brain circuit. Just like what he said, this is just a game, so why did he reveal his destination at the last moment? It was so real. What a knife. So it's really not a good habit to hide things.
It's different if it's meat-based.
What good things can't pass the trial, make me healthy
You, you, are you going to let go of the knife?
Sprinkle flowers??ヽ(°▽°)ノ?
TMD must be the poison of Beautiful State Investment Corporation!
No, you. . Although it is said to be a game, but... . .
Alston: I can't carry it. I can't carry it.
A mature Chinese cabbage also learns to find its own doge
Ah, author, you posted this at the wrong time. A big knife fell and it was gone. Have. Got it! I haven't written much about my daily life, but I still want to read it. The other thing I want to say after reading this is... Sometimes I can't understand Jiang Feng's brain circuit. Just like what he said, this is just a game, so why did he reveal his destination at the last moment? It was so real. What a knife. So it's really not a good habit to hide things.
It's different if it's meat-based.
What good things can't pass the trial, make me healthy
You, you, are you going to let go of the knife?
Sprinkle flowers??ヽ(°▽°)ノ?
TMD must be the poison of Beautiful State Investment Corporation!
Hey hey hey, let me be healthy!