The Deposed Crown Prince's Wonderful Travels

A newly opened film and television production base was flooded with visitors. Tourists, extras, street vendors, film crews... Jun Qiulan, who had come from ancient times, blended in among them. Others came here for fun or to pursue their dreams, perhaps, but Jun Qiulan only wanted to make money. Then spend it. The rice in the supermarket, at two yuan a jin, was every bit as good as the tribute rice he had eaten back when he was crown prince. A defective rinse cup he bought from a street vendor for one yuan could be traded back in ancient times for a house where his family could shelter from wind and rain. He spent ten yuan at a salvage yard on a pile of books. Using what they learned from them, his family made a fortune in the bitterly cold borderlands. By sheer coincidence, Jun Qiulan became an extra at the film base while trying to earn money. Going from a deposed crown prince to a lowly actor was a change of status he adapted to just fine. At first, all he wanted was to use his ability to travel between two worlds to earn money in the modern world and give the family he had dragged down a better life. But gradually, events began to slip further and further beyond his control. A border army general, whose troops had long been short on provisions, urged him to rebel so they could get their hands on the high-yield crops he brought back. A former chancellor who had been exiled years ago kept sending him lectures on the way of an emperor, just so he could read the reference books Jun Qiulan brought back. Jun Qiulan: ... Becoming emperor was out of the question, but when he looked at the free and peaceful modern world and the utterly rotten feudal society, he figured a rebellion was still worth trying. A rebellion would take even more money, so he began to make a name for himself among the extras. But he never expected a strange-tempered director to set his sights on him and uncover his secret. Reader's Guide: 1. This is still a plot-driven story, with a focus on his career. The romance comes later. One-on-one pairing, both are sexually inexperienced. 2. Both the modern and ancient settings are fictional, and each gets about half the story and equal focus. The gong is from the modern world, and the shou will live there for a long time. It fits the modern fantasy category. 3. Thanks for all your support, my lovelies. Love you all. Recommended Upcoming Novel: "Making Gourmet Food as an NPC in a Full-Dive Game" Blurb: Mu Qiuling, food blogger, transmigrated. At first, he thought he had transmigrated to ancient times. He was the owner of a small eatery. The food at the shop was limited, and the flavors were all much the same. Mu Qiuling rolled up his sleeves and got to work. The eight great culinary traditions, snacks, desserts... this was his old line of work. But before long, he realized things weren't so simple. The taverns, gambling dens, and makeup shops around the eatery... Their owners and shop assistants behaved in a strangely rigid way, no matter what business they were in. They did the same things at the same times every day and repeated the same lines. The common folk who came and went were strange, too. They either came to ask him if he had any quests, or discussed high-tech stuff in his shop that he couldn't understand at all. Ancient times? High tech? Mu Qiuling watched in secret, and finally confirmed that he had transmigrated into a full-dive ancient-style game set in the interstellar era. He was just an ordinary NPC. That was fine. As long as he could stay alive. Until he picked up a man who wore the game's most basic white shirt and white pants. Every day, the man stood blankly in the street, and only came over when Mu Qiuling was cooking... staring at him and drooling. He didn't seem like an NPC or a player. More like a bug. He was pretty handsome, too. Feed him something, and he could stand by the door and attract customers. The handsome bug was the interstellar world's strongest God of War. Gravely wounded in the last great battle, he had fallen into a coma, with only a faint neural signal still able to sense the outside world. Ordinary stimulation could no longer wake him. A clever soul suggested sending him into a full-dive game. Maybe he could get some stimulation there. The God of War agreed that it was certainly stimulating. The NPC who had picked him up didn't seem quite right. You're an NPC, so why are you taking a bath at night? And why are you trying to bathe me? Thanks, but no thanks. Theme: Starting from scratch and growing in a new world.