The Fifth Prince's Mechanic Only Grows Mushrooms

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Tan Tong, an unknown fungus grower and moderately well-known video creator, transmigrates in his sleep to a world among the stars and becomes a dirt-poor mechanic in a backwater town.

His expertise is completely unrelated, so of course Tan Tong can’t repair machinery. But he discovers that the empire is home to all kinds of unusual fungi, some precious varieties of which even laboratories can’t cultivate.

Great, something he knows how to do.

Tan Tong: I’ve got this.

So he makes his own growing buckets and experiments with mushrooms, fills discarded plastic bottles with substrate, and starts with cheap edible fungi. He personally oversees everything, from planting to temperature control, and gradually works his way up to the hellishly difficult esper fungi.

Unfortunately, the esper fungi are easily mutated by radiation. One day a dancing mushroom appears, and the next a poisonous one pops up, giving him no end of trouble.

He needs an assistant to help with the tedious tasks.

The Fifth Prince, Xie En, was born with no combat ability and no offensive esper powers. But he’s immune to every poison and has astonishing regenerative abilities. He has survived countless assassination attempts without a scratch, making him the bane of assassins. Every so often, some fool comes along to use him for target practice.

Fed up with the constant trouble, the little prince runs away to Moke Town and exiles himself from the imperial succession struggle.

A prince who studied mechanics but has no chance to put it to use, and a mechanic who only knows how to grow mushrooms: the two hit it off immediately.

From that day on, the residents could always hear strange conversations coming from Tan Tong’s home.

"It tastes pretty good."

"That’s not food. I just told you to destroy it."

"Tongtong, can I put that explosive mushroom from earlier here?"

"Yeah. And deal with the electric fungi on the table while you’re at it."

"Why are there assassins again?"

"It’s fine. He was taken to the hospital in time after being poisoned. I was acting in self-defense."

The residents were sweating buckets with fear.

Just as everyone thought the free-range Fifth Prince was about to marry into Moke Town, the imperial starship arrived.

"Your Highness, please come back with me."

The Fifth Prince, who always seemed a little dim, turned serious and was about to object when Tan Tong walked by with an armful of poisonous mushrooms, sneering.

"He doesn’t want to go. Let’s see who dares to make him."

The prince immediately burst into tears, his eyes turning into fried eggs, and transformed into a 1.9-meter-tall clingy little bird.

"Tongtong, they’re taking me away..."

Everyone: ...Wow.

Angel-faced, tea-loving top x cold outside, warm inside, domestic bottom

Xie En x Tan Tong, one-on-one, primarily from the bottom’s perspective, happy ending

A sweet, mutually doting romance about a married couple growing mushrooms together and becoming video creators with tens of millions of followers.

Featuring cute mutant mushrooms in moderation!

[Before You Read]

1. The top pretends to be silly early on and comes across as a little dim.

2. The bottom is socially anxious, cold-faced but warm-hearted. Being a homemaker doesn’t stop him from seeming genuinely cold and reserved around people he doesn’t know.

3. Some of the early mushroom-growing methods are based on real life. Later, growing esper mushrooms is different, and the esper mushrooms aren’t based on real-world varieties. Mutations in space can’t be explained by science.

4. Please don’t imitate dangerous actions or try them in real life.

5. There are a few very brief sections from the top’s and supporting characters’ points of view. Please read with caution if you mind.

6. Hope you’re all happy every day!

[Coming Soon] "The Beloved Little Daoist Finds His Sect on a Variety Show for Kids"

"Are the Little Ones Home Yet?" is a hugely popular variety show for kids featuring a star-studded cast.

Among the children are a prodigy who has published a bestselling poetry collection, the son of a research mogul who finished high school chemistry at six, a musical genius who has held concert tours, and a seven-year-old CEO...

Only Qing Yuan, who has neither father nor mother, seems drab and out of place among all these children of big shots.

He has little dimples when he smiles, and he’s gentle and pretty, with a childish voice.

"My name is Qing Yuan. I came from a temple."

Everyone expected Qing Yuan to be an outsider, shunned by the other children and reduced to a pitiful foil.

But once the show began, he left everyone stunned.

The sharp-tongued, aloof little scientist followed Qing Yuan around like a puppy.

The solitary, laid-back little writer was willing to get up early just to watch the sunrise with him.

And the musical genius, who had come on the show with nothing but a little backpack, wrote songs exclusively for Qing Yuan, each one unique to him.

Even the viewers were won over by his cleverness and good manners.

[Ahhh, auntie wants to kiss you!]

[He’s so sweet and well-behaved, with such a good memory! He’s adorable!]

*

No one knew that Qing Yuan used to be a little Daoist priest.

He opened his eyes and transmigrated into the variety show, where the other children of big shots were the senior fellow disciples he had once depended on for survival.

In that bitterly cold winter, Qing Yuan was the only one who swept the snow away and crossed the freezing mountain paths to reach out to them, smiling warmly and obediently.

"Don’t be sad, senior brothers. I’m here."

Theme: Break through your limits and dare to innovate.