A Mermaid's Guide to Raising Fluffy Creatures

Zhu Yu is reborn. He returns to the moment when his awakening failed, and he was thrown out to sea to be shark food. Zhu Yu: Whatever. He doesn't feel like trying anymore. Lazy Zhu Yu rolls over and lies on the sea, sunning his back. After drifting for many days, Zhu Yu is finally hauled ashore by frantic fishermen. Fishermen: Aw, what a poor kid. Let's dig a hole and bury him! Zhu Yu sits up. The fishermen scream in terror: “A corpse is moving!” Zhu Yu: Thanks for asking. I'm still alive. * Zhu Yu settles down in Yunwu Town. He farms, basks in the sun, eats fish, and lives a wonderfully comfortable life. Every now and then, he sings late at night to supplement his income: [Late-night singing, 10 yuan per song] Humans don't much like Zhu Yu's singing. But that's fine. His disabled, fluffy friends love it. Today it's a limping wolf, tomorrow a featherless bird, the day after that a proud, finicky cat... They bring him glittering gemstones, piling them up in his room. Human, we're giving you all our money. Zhu Yu buries his head in the belly of his favorite fluffball and rubs against it. A certain fluffball: ▼_▼ * One day, all the contaminants from the Abyss go berserk, attacking human settlements. War rages, and contamination spreads. Just when everyone thinks it's over, the rampaging contaminants retreat to the sound of a light, clear song. One by one, powerful awakened beings erased from history ruthlessly slaughter the contaminants. Like gods descending from the heavens, they cleanse the world in moments. Amid the gasps of everyone around him, Zhu Yu leans against Qin Zhou, his beautiful fish tail swishing impatiently. The man: “Tired?” Zhu Yu: “Mm.” The man: “I'll go back and turn into my true form for you to play with.” Zhu Yu nods in satisfaction. “Then I want to play all day.” The man does whatever he says. “All right, anything you want.” Everyone stares, dumbfounded. Isn't that the great marshal, the god of death? Wasn't he supposed to be dead? Wait? Why is there a mermaid here?! A laid-back mermaid bottom x cold-faced fluffball top 1: Everyday fluff-petting story. 2: Amateur writing, and my cat ate the logic. 3: Usually updated around 9 p.m. Please add my upcoming story, I'm Delicate, I Can Make Pills, to your reading list. Synopsis: After a furnace explosion, the protagonist, a grandmaster alchemist, transmigrates into the body of a doormat in the apocalypse. The doormat has no special abilities and used to depend on B for survival. After B is bitten by a zombie, the doormat abandons him and goes to find B's uncle, the strongest ability user in the north. The protagonist happens to transmigrate into the moment the doormat is trying to seduce the uncle. Twelve icy spikes have already gathered around the uncle, ready to instantly turn the protagonist into a pincushion. The protagonist spins around once, then gracefully collapses beside the uncle, one hand clutching his trouser leg. “Ah, I'm so delicate...” He faints in front of the uncle. Uncle: ... * Extra, extra! The big shot at the northern base has been taken down by a doormat with no special abilities! The people at the base are shocked: “The big shot must just be playing around. He'll dump the doormat in a few days.” “I heard the big shot can't control his own powers, so he needs someone to transfer the energy. You know what I mean.” “The doormat definitely won't last a month.” But the people keep waiting and waiting, and the doormat still isn't dumped. Instead, everyone who said bad things about the doormat finds that all the hair on their body has turned green! A whole green meadow on their heads. The big shot: “Did you do this?” The doormat sobs. “I didn't. I'm so delicate, don't slander me.” The big shot: ... * B, who was bitten by a zombie, turns into a half-zombie. He hears that his uncle often bullies the doormat and gets worried. His doormat is so delicate. He swears he'll take him back. When the doormat sees B, he buries his face in his uncle's shoulder. “Waaah, he's so ugly. Make him go away.” The uncle affectionately kisses the doormat on the cheek. “All right.” B is dumbfounded: Is this right? Theme: Face every day of the future with optimism