The moment she opened her eyes, Natalie Rowan found herself transported from the apocalyptic world where humanity had perished straight into the 1960s. Though it was an era of scarcity—where hunger gnawed and warmth was a luxury—she no longer felt alone. Her wood-element powers and spiritual spring space had followed her through time, leaving her absolutely thrilled. Her stepmother schemed, her stepsister was vicious—breaking the original host's leg and signing her up for rural labor—all to steal her narcissistic, arrogant fiancé? Natalie smirked coldly. Rural labor? Fine, they'd all go together. She'd make sure her step-siblings were shipped off to the harsh Northwest. A broken leg? With her wood-element abilities, she healed it in minutes, then emptied the family home of every last valuable, leaving her scoundrel father and stepmother howling in rage. Breaking off the engagement? Perfect. She'd trade the marriage for a hefty payout, ditch the self-absorbed jerk, and call it a win. After turning the household upside down, she packed up the last of their valuables—even the cast-iron pots—and headed to the countryside with flair. While others struggled, she feasted. While others suffered, she thrived. Riding the wave of the times straight to the top, she discovered her two brothers vying to spoil her—turns out, she was the long-lost heiress. And then there was that stoic military officer, relentlessly pursuing her—tall, devastatingly handsome, handing over his salary, doing all the housework, utterly smitten. Natalie: "Fine, let's give love a try." But then her arrogant ex-fiancé came crawling back, begging through tears: "Don't call off the engagement, please—I'll be your loyal lapdog." Natalie: "Tch. Not interested."

[Retro + Military Marriage + Book Transmigration + Cannon-Fodder Side Chick Climbs Up + Pampered Wife + Face-Slapping] Seraphina Bennette transmigrated into a retro-era novel and became the cannon-fodder first wife who dies in childbirth, clearing the way for the male lead to marry his true love. In the original book she was pregnant, yet mother and quadruplets all perished—four lives lost at once—just so the hero could wed the heroine. She landed in the story right in the middle of a steamy night with the male lead. The next morning they got married. Four months later, with a belly far bigger than normal, she remembered the tragic ending waiting for her, packed her bags without hesitation, and followed him to his army post on the frontier. Life on the border was harsh, but gossip traveled even faster. Because her stomach looked larger than usual, whispered rumors flew around the compound that the babies weren’t Officer Analise Angelis’s child at all. When Analise Angelis returned from training, a “helpful” neighbor pulled him aside to hint as much. He only glanced at his own door and said evenly: “I know exactly how many my wife is carrying.” On delivery day four healthy wails rang out one after another from the birthing room. Cradling four red-faced newborns, Analise Angelis stood at the ward entrance and announced to the suddenly silent crowd in a voice like a bell: “The He family’s quadruplets—thanks for all your concern.” Later, when the original heroine showed up and told Seraphina Bennette to leave Analise Angelis, Seraphina linked arms with her husband and smiled sweetly: “Sorry, but if my man walks out, my four hungry babies won’t agree to it!”

Serena Collins returned home to reunite with her long-lost family, only to find the Su family living in squalor worse than a doghouse. Her father was in prison, her mother gravely ill, and her six brothers either disabled or down on their luck. The fake heiress who had taken her place had long since fled, clinging to someone else’s coattails. Everyone laughed at her for inheriting a mess, but with a single command, her hidden network of elites emerged from the shadows. Her father was freed, her mother miraculously recovered, and her eldest brother—once confined to a wheelchair—smashed bricks in a stunning display of rehabilitation. The other five brothers rose to become top talents in their fields. When people mocked her as some backwater child bride, her countless identities came tumbling out: miracle doctor, master of traditional painting, queen of hackers—all of them her. The Crown Prince of the Empire pulled her protectively into his arms. "She's my fiancée!" Serena arched a brow. "Changed your mind about calling off the engagement?" He gripped her hand tightly. "After searching for you all these years, my one and only love—I’d rather die than let you go."

She unexpectedly traveled to the materially scarce 1970s, becoming a pitiful girl living under someone else's roof. Her ruthless cousin not only stole her job but also secretly signed her up for the countryside, even pushing her to her death. After waking up, she no longer endured the exploitation and bullying from her hypocritical uncle's family. She publicly exposed their ingratitude and took back the money and subsidies left by her parents. Armed with the spiritual spring space she accidentally unlocked, she set off for the countryside with supplies and determination. A brand new life, belonging entirely to her, is about to unfold passionately in the vast world.

CEO Clara Bates transmigrates into a novel and becomes the cannon-fodder sister-in-law used as a foil for the male and female leads! The original owner was timid, bullied, and locked up in a psychiatric ward? With a new soul inside, Clara Bates starts wrecking everyone on the spot! First—split the family! Snatch everything from the mother-in-law and sister-in-law, driving the ungrateful wolves insane! Then she clings tight to her officer husband for backup and builds a booming career— At first the officer husband stays cool and unruffled—until Clara Bates decides money is all she wants and she doesn’t need a husband. He loses it completely, corners her, and demands, “Take both—me and your career, all right?”

As a top-tier agent-doctor, Quinn Hartwell never expected to transmigrate—only to wake up as a dying young wife in the famine-stricken sixties, facing seven scrawny, wailing children. Worse, her own birth family wanted to sell the kids for grain! Quinn Hartwell sneered, snatched a cleaver, and marched straight to their door. “Lay one finger on my kids, and your whole clan goes bald.” So what if it’s the Great Famine? Armed with a spatial pocket and master-level medical skills, she hunted in the mountains, traded herbs for grain, and fattened all seven children into rosy-cheeked dumplings. Even better, each child turned out to have a gift: Alexander possessed superhuman strength, the second child could dismantle and build anything, the third spoke the language of beasts… Seven prodigies, each rowdier than the last. Then an old letter revealed their father’s identity—“Scorpion,” the living King of Hell in the Northwest Military Region. Without hesitation, Quinn Hartwell bundled up the seven wonder-kids and set off on a thousand-mile journey to find their dad. When the cold-faced King of Hell, Nathaniel Sterling, returned from a mission, he found seven little turnip heads squatting in perfect formation outside the barracks. Alexander looked up and handed him a letter. “Uncle, are you our dad? Mom says if you don’t want us, she’ll go to the next village and find a Mr. Doggart to be our father instead.” Nathaniel Sterling’s face darkened. He spun around and cornered Quinn Hartwell, who was trying to slip away. “Mr. Doggart? I’d like to see which Doggart dares take this job.”

After catching her husband and best friend in bed together, Victoria Lee was brutally murdered—her life cut short while carrying their unborn child, her eyes wide with unfulfilled vengeance! Given a second chance, she wakes up on the day before her engagement. This time, she locks away her foolish infatuation and vows to make them pay—every last one of them. Her first move? Seduce the infamous Mr. Harlow, the untouchable tycoon of the capital's elite circles, rumored to be… incapable. A powerful ally is exactly what she needs. A signed contract later, she becomes the ex-fiancé's new auntie by marriage. But after the wedding, faced with an insatiable Mr. Harlow who demands his marital rights every night, Victoria trembles on their king-sized bed, legs weak, questioning everything. "You… weren't you supposed to be *impotent?" Mr. Harlow chuckles darkly, pulling her into his arms. His lips brush against hers, soft as rose petals, as he murmurs, "Be good. Let your husband prove it to you one more time." And prove it he does—repeatedly. Long ago, Mr. Harlow, the formidable business magnate of the capital, attended a university performance. A young woman, her hair elegantly coiled, neck long and graceful, twirled on stage—her skirt swaying like a noble swan in flight. He never imagined that the woman who haunted his dreams would one day throw herself into his arms. The most dangerous hunters always disguise themselves as prey.

[Face-Slapping Power Fantasy + OP Female Lead + Mystic Arts + Adorable Beasties + Non-Stop Gags + Whole-Family Fave] She was supposed to be the darling of a cliché-rich Mary Sue script, yet a single car crash left Rosalind Blackwood in a vegetative state No one knew she’d actually transmigrated—cultivated all the way to immortality—and then transmigrated back. Hold up! Her family’s gone bankrupt Her second brother mistook some random girl for his “white moonlight” because of a bracelet and turned into her pathetic simp Her third brother got bullied at school and ended up crippled Her fourth sister is actually the real heiress who was swapped at birth And her own life had become someone else’s stepping-stone, trodden on for clout Turns out the whole clan were scripted villains, pure cannon fodder—an entire audience waiting to laugh at their downfall. Rosalind Blackwood: …Hah. Jokes on you; I’m here to deliver shock therapy instead. Face-reading, fortune-telling, demon-busting, talisman-painting, pill-refining—she unveils her skill set one by one. Big shots from every field crawl to her door begging for a single divination or one measly pill. Even the grand masters of the Esoteric Sect call her “Senior.” The ones who once abandoned her now sob and kneel for forgiveness—but before Rosalind can open her mouth, a crowd of heavy weights already boots them out. Get in line if you wanna beg! Soon after, ruins of an ancient sect surface; Rosalind takes one look—the plaque above the gate is unmistakably hers. Could this be her cultivation world centuries later? Then…her master, her disciples—and that certain pain-in-the-neck guy—could they all be here too?

"Little bunny, little bunny. Wolf is HUNGRY!" The voice taunted me, followed by an evil cackle. "Run, rabbit. RUN!" A monstrous bellow boomed through the night sky and crashed into my soul like a sledgehammer. I could feel a chill sweeping across my body and my heart pounding in my chest. The echoes of howls and laughter followed me from behind as I ran for my life. Elisabeth's life had been harder than most since she was a child - a distant and often cruel mother and her never-ending cycle of addiction that had taken over her life. But on this fateful night, something far more sinister was lurking in the darkness, ready to take her away from it all. Massive figures appeared out of nowhere, growling and taunting her. She tried to scream, but nothing would come out; before she knew it, she was waking up in a world where Viking werewolves ruled with mysterious faeries at their side. Every five years, they traveled to the human realm, collecting ten girls for their mate run - and tonight, Elisabeth was one of them. With only a white dress and her bare feet, Elisabeth stood beside the other nine girls as the beasts prowled around them menacingly. A silver dagger pierced each of their wrists, signaling the start of the hunt! "We honor the moon goddess; let your blood lead your mate to you!"

A young boy from a humble bloodline, occasionally inherited from a world-shocking family. Once he woke up, he ascended to the Ninth Heaven. He cultivated the Nine Stars Divine Dragon Technique, condensing dragon vein, forming the Overlord Body. He competed with the prodigies of all the clans, overwhelming all fields, and shocking the Ninth Heaven.

Clara Monroe, the top agent of the 21st-century Special Operations Unit and the only quadruple-powered psychic, dies in action—only to wake up as the disgraced "useless fourth daughter" of a low-ranking noble family in a third-rate kingdom of a lesser realm. A worthless constitution? Try the legendary Demon Spirit Physique. Rare elixirs and divine artifacts? She's got them in spades, defying fate and soaring to the top. Her motto: "Those who obey thrive; those who defy perish." From trash to genius, her cultivation advances by leaps and bounds. With a pocket dimension at her command, the world is hers for the taking—celestial treasures, divine beasts, and monstrous horrors all bow before her. He is wicked, ruthless, and devastatingly alluring—yet hopelessly smitten with this ice-cold little wildcat. "Stay away. We're not close," she snaps, shooting him a glare laced with disdain.

Emily Foster had been cold-shouldered and abused under her own roof—until Mrs. Foster dropped the bomb: she was the swapped fake heiress, and the real one was coming home. Instead of tears, Emily Foster felt a weight slide off her shoulders: this train-wreck of a family? She'd been dying to quit it. The moment her past-life memories and pocket-dimension cheat awakened, she swept every last valuable out of the Foster house—jewelry, deeds, antique vases, gone—leaving only junk behind. One anonymous tip-off letter later, she slung her knapsack, sauntered off to the countryside, and let the Fosters choke on the mess. She'd planned to treat the village stint as a brief layover—then ran straight into her biological kin. Expecting hardship, she was pampered like a priceless pearl instead; instant group-pet mode activated. On a mission nearby, officer Alexander Andrews took one look and was a goner: A dimpled, soft-looking beauty who could out-arm-wrestle the squad and out-sass his commander— the contrast detonated his heartbeat. First glance: hooked. Second glance: sunk. Third glance: already drafting battle plans to carry her home. Alexander Andrews: "You can kidnap me, or I can kidnap you—my whole pack's ready to help either way!"

Time-traveled back to the 70s? Tara Cavanaugh goes full berserk! Evil stepmom? She packs her own daughter off to the countryside—no mercy. Deadbeat dad? She pockets the entire family fortune, down to the last cent. Mom exiled to the Nowhere Northwest? Tara slings a bedroll and chases her to Red Star Brigade—touch my mama and see what happens! Crush busybodies, hunt wild boars, collar child-traffickers—build an empire in one breath! Even the frosty officer Mr. Caldwell meekly moves into her tiny courtyard. Villains queue up for a beating? One swings, she lands one. This era's script? She's rewriting it herself— "Sweet" is only five letters, but she's screaming it a billion times!

Ye Wushuang, the young master of a downtrodden family, was falsely accused of having ill intentions towards his younger aunt on the night of his wedding. His hand and foot bones were broken, his meridians were destroyed, and his mother and sister suffered endless humiliation. On the brink of death permeated with resentment, he merges with the memories of his past life as a Heavenly Emperor and fully awakens. Good or evil, everyone will receive their dues in the end - only the timing is in dispute. The shame of today will be avenged in the future! His enemies of the past now sit securely at the peak of the heavenly realm. His former disciple as well, has become a peerless powerhouse. His past love, still longs for his return. Who dares to claim supremacy in the eternal interweavings of past and present, if not for me? Witness as Ye Wushuang, in this life, with only himself and his sword, climbs back to the pinnacle! Slaying three thousand gods, exterminating demons in every direction, dominating all realms, to become the eternal king of all ages!

Pediatrician Clara Whitman accidentally time-slips to the late seventies. The moment she opens her eyes, she discovers she's been sold at a high price by her heartless uncle's family to be the wife of a village idiot. Meanwhile, their own daughter—Lila Whitman—has stolen her marriage certificate and is living the good life as the bride of a powerful military dynasty. Reborn with full memory of the plot, Clara Whitman tears up the script—she's done playing along! A handful of croton seeds later, her uncle's household is writhing on the latrine; she bolts from the village and heads straight for Beijing to reclaim the engagement herself. But nothing goes as planned: the groom-to-be rejects her on the spot. In a twist of fate she ends up marrying the man's elder brother—nine years her senior, the unattainable "high-altitude flower" William Hayes. Legend says Colonel Hayes has no interest in women and is doomed to leave no heir; yet every night Clara Whitman is coaxed until she sobs and begs for mercy, and after the wedding every pregnancy comes in multiples. When the man seduces her again with "just one more time," Clara Whitman wants to cry: Who said he didn't like women? Total lie! William Hayes, the youngest and most brilliant officer in the regiment, is steady, handsome, his future limitless. Rumor claims he cares for no woman, having pledged his youth to the nation—breaking countless girls' hearts. Then one day word spreads: the colonel has taken leave to honor a seventeen-year-old engagement and married a country girl. Everyone laments: that bumpkin is wasting Chief Hayes! Until the day the cold-faced "King of Hell" William Hayes walks in with a stunning, dewy-eyed lady doctor on his arm—and the room falls silent. "That's no bumpkin!" the crowd gasps. "She's a straight-up goddess!"

Byron Southgate is reborn into a fantasy world's eternally flourishing immortal clan—both his parents are heaven-defying prodigies! With that already unbeatable background, Byron also awakens a daily-check-in system. Infuriating, right? Check in at the Ceremony Hall → obtain the supreme physique: "Heaven-Condemned Divine Body!" Check in at the Great Emperor's Secret Realm → obtain the apex technique: "God-Slaying Demon-Annihilating Fist!" Check in at Despair Valley → win the undying loyalty of an immortal dynasty! Check in at the Outer-Domain Battlefield → inherit the paramount legacy of a Celestial Emperor! … While countless young sovereigns kneel in homage, Byron strides step by step to supreme supremacy, ruling every realm under heaven. He points left to the sky, right to the earth: "Above the heavens, below the earth—only I am supreme!"

Autumn Crawford transmigrated straight into the body of a capitalist heiress in the seventies—only to find her life already on the chopping block. Her reborn cousin was leading a mob to raid her house, denounce her parents, and wait to inherit her property, ancestral assets, and fiancé. The newly-arrived Autumn Crawford: She neatly bled her scumbag fiancé dry of cash and ration tickets, annulled the engagement at lightning speed, then bundled the cousin and the scumbag’s whole family off to the Great Northwest in one neat package. Binding the ancestral space, she emptied the family fortune, grabbed her little sister, and headed straight for the place where her parents had been sent down—reconstruction support starts with me. Human traffickers want to kidnap her? One punch each, plus a silk banner of thanks. Enemy agents stirring up sabotage? Her kicks are sharp; medals and commendations follow. Only… this particular spy case seems to run deeper than expected. And that broad-shouldered, long-legged hunk who keeps hovering around her—his moves are suspiciously slick. Autumn Crawford (on high alert): This has to be the enemy’s “sugar-coated bullet!” She (rubbing hands): …Still, the sugar is undeniably sweet.

Cast out overnight and mocked as a fraud, Emma fled to the countryside, only to uncover a world she never expected. Her grandmother, a hidden tycoon, commanded wealth beyond imagination, while her long-lost parents were revealed as national researchers. Before she could process it all, Edward—a ruthless figure from the capital—cornered her with an unyielding demand: "Marry me, and the world is yours." When her adoptive family crawled back, begging forgiveness, Emma’s icy glare was her only reply. "Leave."

Five years ago, a one-night stand shrouded in mystery. Five years later, the moment he saw the photo of the adorable boy-and-girl twins who looked exactly like him, Vincent Carrington’s heart melted into a puddle. “Fifty million. The kids are mine; the money is yours.” The man’s voice was domineering and absolute. The sweet, dazed little girl: “Isn’t Daddy earning money so Mommy and us can spend it?” The cunning little boy: “Besides, all of Daddy’s future assets will be ours anyway.” Cecilia Cripps: Well played! Vincent Carrington: …

Adrian Blackwood—the war-hero who carved through Middle-Eastern battlefields, the nation's beloved defense general. And she? A woman of the lowest birth, notorious as "the bad girl," had somehow become his wife. Only… Adrian's heart had never let go of the white moonlight he carried; he never loved her. She refused to drown in a marriage that existed in name alone and slammed a divorce agreement onto the desk. "Let's get divorced." Adrian didn't even look up. "Busy. No time." So she walked out without a backward glance. The next time the world caught sight of her, she was a prodigy scientist, a philanthropist painter, the long-lost heiress to the richest fortune on the planet. The revelation dazzled the globe—everyone except Adrian Blackwood, who still curled his lip in disdain. Then, one day, a conspiracy of staggering proportions unraveled. "Fifth Master, the white moonlight you've cherished for over a decade… was your ex-wife. You pinned the wrong woman." Adrian's eyes burned red. He hunted her down like a man possessed. "Wife… it was always you. Marry me again."