I Found a Wife in the Dump [Interstellar]

Xuanqing had finally cultivated enough to ascend, expecting to see the immortal realm. But when he opened his eyes, he found himself in a world of interstellar civilization. Spaceships and mechs roared across the sky, and beneath his feet... was a garbage dump.

There were way too many good things in this dump: ninth-grade spirit crystals, flowing-cloud iron, mystic beast bones, and spirit plant roots. He was having a great time picking them up. Later, he found a handsome young man inside a scrapped mech, and the heart of a thousand-year-old virgin began to race.

The moment he transmigrated to the interstellar world, the trading System that had been chattering in his mind started up again. "If you want to keep that boy alive, you'd better trade with me. You can cultivate without eating or drinking, but he needs food."

Qingxuan handed the System his smallest mystic crystal. "Trade it for some formula first."

The stingy System gave him just half a scoop of formula. Before he could get angry, it snapped, "Don't you understand the conservation of energy? Food is so expensive in this world. It takes a lot of energy for me to trade with other worlds for it. If you want food again, remember to bring something with a high energy value to trade."

The boy, having drunk a tiny bit of formula, woke up. He opened his amber eyes and asked softly, "Who am I? Where is this?"

Xuanqing found that sweet voice even more endearing. It was just a matter of trading things he could pick up anywhere for food. He could always work a little harder.

Xia Mier, who had only just woken in the middle of the night because of his damaged genes, opened his sharp amber eyes and looked at the person sleeping beside him. In the end, he gave up on killing him to cover his tracks, deciding instead to use this man who lived in a garbage dump to evade the government army's pursuit.

A transmigrated cultivation-world virgin top and a bottom who is half dazed, half ruthless, and the leader of the rebels.

Coming soon: My Grave Has Been Taken Over by a Horror Game

A pure aura of horror descended without warning. Yuan Ling, a ten-thousand-year-old zombie, opened his blood-red eyes after a long slumber.

Who had disturbed his peaceful sleep?

A new round of the horror game began. This round was called Tomb Raider.

Survival objective: Take one burial item and leave the tomb.

Players: 6... bzzzt... 7.

Everyone looked at the cool guy who had just stepped out of the safe zone. Pale skin, an expressionless face, blood-red eyes. He looked every bit like a big shot.

But they soon realized they had been wrong. He did nothing the whole time, and kept clinging to the real big shot, Zhou Xuan, shamelessly saying, "You smell so good."

"Can I kiss you?"

Zhou Xuan pushed away Yuan Ling, who was far too forward, but blushed. He didn't actually mind a forward puppy-like guy. They could talk about it once they got back to the game space!

Yuan Ling sensed the aura of an extraterrestrial evil demon surrounding this world, then looked at the little sweet treat beside him. At last, some of his anger at having his sleep interrupted faded.

Theme: As long as life goes on, keep striving