After the Down-and-Out Little God Got a Helping Hand

The update notice is just me fixing typos.

Could some kind-hearted gods please check out A Bing's upcoming books? Qaq

Please, please! This really means a lot to A Bing!

The blurb and title are below.

A delusional CEO gong who's the landlord's dumb son x A slow-witted, clueless little god shou, pitiful and disabled at first, but he'll get better later

They're each other's only love, body and soul! Each other's first love!

Qing Yuan woke up one day and found himself disabled.

He'd lost an eye and was limping. He couldn't speak, his hearing was poor, and his memories were incomplete. The robes that had once been covered in jewels were now nothing but tattered rags. His mind didn't work very well, and he stammered when he spoke. Even his once-vast, ocean-like divine power had dwindled to a pitiful little bit.

But the confident and cheerful little god never gave up. He slowly blinked his remaining eye, got back on his feet with determination, and went down the mountain.

**

Qing Yuan had once known the mortal world well. In his mind, even though he was down on his luck now, he could quickly earn people's faith if he showed them his divine power. Then they would each get what they needed: he would gain strength, and the people would receive help.

Perfect! (*^▽^*)

Unfortunately, he'd forgotten that he'd been asleep for far too long, and the mortal world was no longer what it used to be.

Smooth concrete roads and moving figures on television gave the poor little god quite a shock. When he finally worked up the courage to use his divine power, the villagers mistook him for a female ghost.

Then they mistook him for a wild man living in the mountains, and the kind village chief registered him as a person in need.

Qing Yuan: QaQ Keep smiling and live on.

**

After thinking it over all night, the little immortal, who still didn't think he was poor or in need, limped off to find the person in charge and ask to have his benefits withdrawn. But just as he entered, he tripped over a rock and fell straight into a sturdy embrace.

Wan Xing'an, in the middle of an inspection tour of the countryside, caught him on instinct. Is this the person in need? He's... he's pretty good at this.

Wan Xing'an at first: You don't have to do this. As a young entrepreneur, I'll provide whatever help I can.

Wan Xing'an later: You might not believe this, but my wife really did fall out of the sky!

Gong's perspective:

Ever since Wan Xing'an brought a beautiful person home from the village, some strange things had started happening in his life.

He saw a fox worshipping the moon at midnight, then a weasel asking for a human title at dawn.

The CEO next door encountered a ghost, and his own employees turned out to be spirits.

Wan Xing'an retreated to his little home, locked the door, and hugged his pretty darling as he complained, still shaken, "They weren't even human!"

The pretty darling in his arms tilted his head, looking bewildered.

"Is that unusual? I'm not human either."

Wan Xing'an froze, then hugged him even tighter and said with heartfelt devotion, "It doesn't matter. Whether you're human or not, I'll love you just the same."

The pretty darling paused, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

"Of course."

"After all, you're not human either."

A few things to know:

1. The little god starts out with his eyes, ears, legs, and brain all not working too well. He's slow to react, like an old computer being restarted after being shut down for over twenty years. (A pretty, adorable little dummy, one of the author's preferences, but he's a god, and he'll get better later. Maybe a little later.)

2. The gong will be a stalkerish devotee of the shou.

3. I call him cute, but I don't think he's a soft, cuddly shou. I'll keep reminding myself of that.

The Abused Protagonist Goes Viral After Reuniting with His Author Mom

As a somewhat unusual protagonist in an angst novel, Yun Liantu possessed nearly every wonderful quality imaginable, as long as those qualities didn't contradict one another.

For example, he was kind, gentle, and beautiful, but also strong, positive, and eager to learn.

He was like a pure lotus rising unstained from the mud, or the moon in the sky.

Sadly, he was born into an angst novel, so the lotus was broken and the moon shattered into mud.

After being tortured until he was barely recognizable, as he lay dying, he opened his blurry eyes and suddenly realized that the surroundings had changed. A young woman was even flying up into the air right in front of him.

Yun Liantu thought: Oh, so I've seen an immortal.

Only after waking up again did he realize he hadn't seen an immortal. He'd seen his own mother.

His author mom, who had written him as the protagonist of an angst novel.

His mom was vicious when writing her stories, but she really did treat him well. The problem was, she had no money, and the mother and son were so broke they couldn't scrape two coins together.

Fortunately, his mom had ambition despite being poor. She rubbed Yun Liantu's lovely face, then stroked his original form, with its sleek fur and long ears, and quickly decided how the two of them would make money.

Two new creators suddenly went viral on a livestreaming platform.

One was a beauty blogger, so beautiful in motion and at rest that he seemed otherworldly. Whenever he showed off a talent, his videos got tens of millions of views.

The other was a pet blogger. A video of a rabbit as cute as a plush toy munching on timothy hay and drinking water with its pink little tongue racked up over a hundred million views!

The assistant to a financial tycoon watched the video, then looked at the little rabbit in his boss's pocket, which looked exactly like the one in the video. He shuddered all over.

Could this... could this count as giving the boss a cuckold's hat with a hundred million people watching?

At first, when Lang Yan heard there was a rabbit that looked just like his own, he scoffed.

Lookalike?

The one in his arms was his beloved, whose soul had gone missing. How could some ordinary rabbit look like the moon in his heart?

They were all just ordinary rabbits.

Later, Lang Yan stood dejectedly in the pouring rain outside his author's mother's home, pleading in a quiet voice.

"Baby, tell Mom to open the door."

"Come on, if you're not going to let me see you, fine, but give me back my figurine. I fought so many battles to win it."

The Iron-Blooded Marshal Trains Troops on a Parenting Show

Just a moment ago, Wen Jiyu, the youngest marshal in the Human Federation, had pulled the insect queen into a suicide attack, finally bringing the insect disaster to an end in human history.

The next moment, a famous beauty who was as stiff as a board was reborn into the body of a minor character with the same name, with a chubby little kid plastered all over his face.

But that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was... this marshal had no memories of the original body.

And the parenting show had already begun!

No matter how wooden and stiff the Iron-Blooded Marshal was, he was still a person from the interstellar era, and he knew he'd transmigrated.

But would a mighty marshal be afraid of a mere transmigration? With overwhelming strength, every change was a paper tiger!

And so, under the livestream cameras, countless viewers watched Wen Jiyu, known as the "White Lotus Crybaby," suddenly transform from a fragile porcelain vase into a human cannon.

His back was straight and his gaze resolute. Efficiency came first in everything. He folded his blankets into perfect squares and called out, "One, two, one," as he walked.

His eyes, usually shining with a gentle, watery light, turned icy. One glance from him made viewers' knees buckle.

Viewer: Doesn't seem real.

Viewer: ...But it kind of hits harder.

Viewer: Not sure yet. Let's keep watching!

Qi, who had just checked the trending topics and rushed home too late, rubbed his forehead. "No need to keep watching."

That was my foolish marshal, the one brimming with martial virtue who thought I was the person he hated most until the day he died!

It's over. Too late now.

Get ready to experience the marshal's formidable personal charm.

In the final episode of the parenting show, Wen Jiyu wore sunglasses and watched a squad of child soldiers march past in formation, looking fierce and imposing. He smiled in satisfaction.

Then he turned his head and saw a face he hated with every fiber of his being.

Wen Jiyu secretly rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses. This damn fox is haunting me.

The damn fox, Qi Ce, gritted his teeth. I can't let this soul disappear. If it does, I'll lose my wife.

CP: A beautiful, polished-looking iron block who only cares about training troops, with max combat strength, shou (Wen Jiyu) x A calculating old fox who planned for everything except his wife's suicide attack, and nearly dies of anger whenever he sees his wife, gong (Qi Ce)

Why does the gong have the surname Qi this time... Because I kept making typos before. QAQ

The One Everyone Hates Stops Pretending

Wen Liang had been a well-behaved child since he was little.

But being well-behaved didn't mean people would like him.

His maternal grandmother thought he wasn't shrewd or smooth enough, and said he was less likable than his cousin, who knew how to charm everyone.

His childhood friend also thought he was awkward and inarticulate, unlike his cousin, who always knew just what to say.

Even when he was taken to banquets, the adults complained, "This child is so wooden. He can't pick up on a hint at all."

Wen Liang plastered on a smile and played along, but no matter how hard he tried, he never received any recognition.

He could put up with all of it because he still had the best parents in the world.

But then a car accident left his parents unconscious. In the cramped, cold hospital room, not a single person who was supposedly family came to visit.

Wen Liang was tired.

The useless eldest son of the Wen family had vanished from the world of fame and fortune for good.

The rest of the Wen family sat around with glasses of wine, gossiping about him over drinks. Then they suddenly realized that the people they wanted to impress had, at some point, started drifting further and further away from them.

A rising star in scientific research, a movie emperor bathed in starlight, and a promising new investor with the power to sway the market had all begun to gather around one person.

That person was sincere, warm, and bold. He lived a passionate, beautiful life, his eyes lively and his every move shining with brilliance.

He seemed a little like... Wen Liang, who had never received any praise beyond being well-behaved.

Reader notes:

1. No forgiveness, though they probably won't cut ties forever. They just have different personalities.

2. The protagonist will never be made to suffer unfairly.

Theme: Unity is strength