What If You Had a Little River Snail

[Update Suspension Announcement: Sorry! As I was writing, I realized something wasn't quite right, and I don't even know where to begin fixing it. I can only put it on hold for now and start again once I've found the right feel~]

I'm recommending my completed new novel, "Daily Life of a Youngling in a Matriarchal Tribe [Livestream]," a slice-of-life fantasy about prehistoric people~

[Blurb] Before she transmigrated, Yu Xian lived on modern Earth. Refusing to be her younger brother's doormat, she cut ties with her family and love, ate well, lived comfortably, and took care of herself like a lazy fish, just waiting to die peacefully of old age.

Then a shameless system bound her and sent her to a primitive planet to Livestream.

In less than half a month, "Humanity, just end already" became her most heartfelt greeting.

Then she came around.

A single twenty-eight-year-old woman with a mortgage went from her old life to becoming a youngling in a primitive matriarchal tribe. Her wise and capable grandmother was the tribe chief, her brave and dashing mother was both the hunting party captain and the strongest warrior, and her handsome father was a tribal warrior and stay-at-home dad who made incredible meat soup.

Yu Xian thought: A top-tier two-income household among primitive people. Retire in comfort, living the lazy life. Perfect.

Then she came around.

Half a month into her lazy Livestream,

she watched her dashing mom and goofy dad clutching their bowls and saying, "Baby, hungry, want food," and was utterly devastated: Five years old! The baby was only five!

Two years into her lazy Livestream,

she took special care to feed her chubby new baby brother, determined to have him inherit the family's traditional occupation as soon as possible. Counting the days on her fingers every day, she planned to hand over the job in one year, two years, three years. She was going to make the handover in three years.

Seven-year-old Yu Xian, the baby waiting for her successor: Yes, night fragrance, night fragrance! A brother who gets up early to empty the night soil is exactly what you need!

More than ten years into her lazy Livestream,

Yu Xian, the "pale, young, and slender" girl who had once stood under five foot three, had grown to six foot five, with sculpted muscles that were stunningly beautiful and a lithe figure more graceful than a grassland leopard. She could kill an ox with a thrown stone, wrestle a tiger with her bare hands, and slay a bear with a knife.

Looking at the companions who had stuck by her through life and death, Yu Xian thought: Love, now that's the good stuff.

After the Host gave it a thorough beating from the start, the system fell into the trap of a lazy retirement. It nervously wondered: The owner should be pleased with this historical observer's diary, right?

About my novel "If You Had a Little River Snail": a carefree, eat-anything-and-enjoy-it, interstellar slice-of-life "food" story. The blurb is tentative:

[The perspective of a "heroine" who isn't human]

She accidentally wandered into a place of green hills and clear waters, where food was everywhere. Grass was edible, bugs were edible, and beasts were edible. Everything tasted delicious, and she couldn't help herself. Crunch, crunch, she ate to her heart's content.

She thought she was enjoying a feast, unaware that the whole Saint-Pierce Empire was horrified, and the players were trembling as they clutched each other: Oh my gosh, the game's NPC is eating people!

[The perspective of the "hero" in a different body]

The real heroine should probably be me, the Empire's princess held captive. Well, stirring up chaos within the enemy camp sounds good too. This stupid panda general? I'll be him.

[The perspective of the "beloved by all," who has lost his body]

The real hero should probably be me, the overpowered chosen one trapped inside a matryoshka doll. Well, so what if my surname is Xiong and my given name is Mao, and my spirit form is a purebred panda?

After transmigrating to the interstellar age, the national treasure is no longer a treasure. He's just a little panda wandering around in a holographic game.

Waaah, Master, please feed me~

[Imaginary content warnings]

1. An interstellar fairy tale, in my own manga style, with everything based on my own settings. Science and logic come and go. If they die, bury them on the spot. If they come back as zombies, just pretend they're dead. If you can't understand something no matter what, the dog definitely ate it.

2. Um, I'm thinking about it, I'm thinking about it. Wait a little longer; I'll add more once I think of it~

Theme: Be independent and self-reliant, and take charge of your own destiny.