In the final days before the world collapsed, Ivy Brooks died… betrayed by the very people she trusted most. She had fought, struggled, and sacrificed everything just to survive the apocalypse only to be pushed into death along with her three daughters at the very end by her own husband. With her last breath, Ivy made a vow. If she could turn back time…she would never be weak again and of course protect her daughters. This time, she would stand at the top. When Ivy opened her eyes, she found herself back in time with her still rounded belly of her third baby.... Twenty days before the apocalypse. Armed with memories of the future and a mysterious system in her mind, Ivy moved without hesitation. She hoarded supplies, secured weapons, and took control of every resource she could get her hands on. While others laughed, doubted, and wasted time… Ivy was building her empire along with her daughters. In this life, she would not be prey but will be an hunter. With danger closing in and only twenty days to prepare, Ivy must outplay enemies both old and new, uncover the truth behind the system, and carve out her own kingdom in a collapsing world. Because this time...she wasn’t just going to survive the apocalypse. She was going to rule it along with a man, a love interest from the past before her marriage collapse. He provided everything Ivy needed. Money especially in change of a marriage with her and when the apocalypse started too....he ruled it with her as well as her daughters.

Algernon Benson came back to life only to find his superstar girlfriend ready to dump him. Nobody knew his head was packed with endless songs, scripts, and blockbusters from another world. Sophia Allison: Algernon Benson, I'm a headline act and you're just… ordinary. We don't fit. It's over—stop clinging! Algernon Benson: Fine. From this second on, we’re square. Not long after, Algernon Benson exploded across the industry and was crowned the Entertainment King. Sophia Allison: Algernon Benson, I messed up—let's get back together. Algernon Benson: Get lost.

After graduating from university, Sophie Grant inherited a remote mountain farmhouse from her grandmother. But the farm was overgrown with weeds, the buildings were dilapidated, half the kitchen stove had collapsed, and even the roof was leaking. As she pulled weeds, she wailed, "Is there anyone who can help me fix the roof and clear the fields?" The next second, a twelve-year-old girl popped out from the grass: "Weeding? Easy peasy—just give me some wild veggies!" Then, a wiry old man who looked to be in his fifties strode into the yard carrying a shoulder pole: "Fixing roofs and rebuilding stoves are no problem for me, but what in tarnation is this 'cement tile' you speak of?" To meet their "wage standards," Sophie racked her brain to come up with suitable compensation: A few cents' worth of cold medicine, a couple dollars' worth of brown sugar, and wild veggies and fruits from the farm—enough to send the temporary workers home overjoyed. From then on, Sophie became known among the time-traveling laborers as the best employer ever, the kindest savior goddess. The system dinged with rewards: —Temporary worker satisfaction at 100%: Reward—one solar power system! —Job positions increased: Reward—one pack of miraculous seeds! —Hiring quota met: Unlock permanent workers! Looking at the gradually revitalized farm, Sophie rolled up her sleeves: One small farmhouse down—next stop, grand estate!

Evelyn Ashford became the cannon-fodder supporting female in a period drama, fated to have her jade space, family fortune, and even her own little brother snatched away by the heroine. According to the script, her whole family would die tragically, while the heroine would ride their corpses straight into the male lead’s arms and ascend to the pinnacle of life. Evelyn laughed. “I know this script by heart but this time, I’m the one writing it.” She bound the spatial jade before anyone else could, then packed off her scheming uncle who’d been drooling over the inheritance along with his entire family to hard labor in the Great Northwest. After that, she took the fortune and her brother and sauntered off to the countryside. The heroine was dumbfounded. Where’s my golden finger? Where’s my inheritance? Where’s my backup little brother? Evelyn didn’t even look back. “Yours? Got your name on it?” Life in the countryside turned out sweeter than expected. She gathered herbs on the hills, hauled river delicacies from the streams, and occasionally gave the villagers a few acupuncture sessions. From being treated as an outsider, she rose to be revered as a miracle doctor; the county hospital begged her three times to take a post. Then one day, she picked up an injured man by the roadside…

[Rebirth + Book-Transmigration + Space + Sweet Pampering] Vivian Montgomery died without ever understanding why she had suddenly abandoned her husband and child, married a scumbag, and ended up in a miserable death. Only when her soul drifted did she realize she was nothing more than the disposable original wife in a melodramatic novel— born solely to set off the “true, good, and beautiful” heroine, Stella Kingsley. Marcus Thornfield hadn’t stopped loving her; he’d simply been blinded by Stella Kingsley’s deliberate seduction and sowing of discord, gradually distancing himself from Vivian and their child. Watching Stella Kingsley, cloaked in gentleness, brazenly move into the home Vivian had decorated with her own hands, sleep in the marriage bed she had shared with Marcus Thornfield, coo over him while whispering slander, and—behind closed doors—strike and torment her child at every turn, Vivian saw her little one reduced to skin and bones, eyes cowed with fear. Vivian’s heart felt ripped in two. A torrent of hatred and resentment surged; she coughed up a mouthful of blood onto the Pebbles pendant she’d worn for years, and everything went black. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the night before Marcus Thornfield was carried home gravely wounded—the very eve she was fated to be driven by the plot to “abandon husband and child.” Even more startling, with her rebirth the Pebbles at her throat had transformed into a portable space brimming with endless spiritual spring water and ample supplies; the water could nourish the body and cure illness— This time, she would not let the plot steer her, nor repeat her past life’s tragedy!

Celandine Sullivan transmigrated into a period drama novel and became a cannon-fodder side character who wouldn’t survive past the third episode one with a “legendary physique” that melted at the slightest touch. With her scheming relatives already pricing her out to the highest bidder, Celandine Sullivan made a snap decision and latched onto her best friend’s eldest brother, Marcus Morrison. Rumor had it the special-forces captain had been wounded on a mission, left incapable of fathering children and doomed to spend his life alone. Celandine nodded in satisfaction. “Perfect marriage papers in hand, quiet retirement ahead. Couldn’t ask for better.” On their wedding night, she stared at the scarlet silk draping the room and the man who’d shed his uniform to reveal a wall of muscle, utterly dumbstruck. Marcus had assumed he was getting a decorative bride just to appease his family, but the moment the woman stepped close, the very air turned thick and sweet. Three months later, Celandine was retching her guts out. Gossip exploded through the compound: “She must’ve been fooling around!” Marcus clutched the lab report, fingers trembling. “Wife… this baby—it’s mine?” Celandine rolled her eyes. “Whose else would it be?” From that day on, the abstinent war-god morphed into a wife-devoted fiend holding her tight all day, coaxing her all night, and stacking up babies one after another.

Felix Ashford, a broke college loser, logged off his max-level mage account and woke up in another world—then began steamrolling everything in sight. Cultivation? Leveling up? Not needed—I’m already capped. The continent’s so-called number-one powerhouse, the legendary figure? Just a level-50 rookie trying to act tough in front of my level-200 wizard. Beauties only swoon for heroes? Sorry, ladies, I’m no hero—I’m the general contractor of this entire plane. From the moment I arrived, the world became my property. Money, beauties, status… all of it—mine, mine, mine…

Ye Ranyin, the most feared mercenary of the 21st century, known as the "Night God"! In a twist of fate, she finds herself transmigrated into a small border town as a despised outcast! Her fiancé's family arrives to break off the engagement? Her clan treats her as a discard? In the next moment, she's welcomed back to the imperial capital, becoming the only cherished lady of the Duke's household! From then on, she reveals her extraordinary talents. With the Empress's inheritance, she refines divine pills, crafts extravagant artifacts, tames mythical beasts, and sets up powerful formations! She blossoms with unparalleled grace, stunning the world! With the script of a cherished favorite in hand, she receives endless love from family and friends, while gaining the admiration of countless powerful figures. Her former clan regrets their decisions, and her ex-fiancé wishes to rekindle their relationship. However, a certain crazy and domineering emperor descends from his pedestal, wraps her in his arms, and threatens fiercely: "If you dare accept him, I will destroy the world!" Ye Ranyin holds the man's devilishly handsome face and gives him a peck: "Be good, I only allow you to stand by my side."

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!"

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.

[70s Military Romance + Scientific Military Wife + Revenge Story + Scumbag's Regret] In her past life, Claire Reid abandoned her own dreams to serve the Holmes family her entire life, only to discover on her deathbed that she had been deceived! The man she loved, Ethan Holmes, had secretly married his "white moonlight" long ago, and the child she raised was actually theirs. The marriage certificate she cherished for decades turned out to be fake! Claire died with bitter regret—only to open her eyes and find herself reborn thirty years in the past! This time, she hasn’t yet married that scumbag, nor has she stepped onto the tragic path of her former life. Now, she swears to rewrite her destiny and make them pay for every drop of blood they owe her. The scumbag wants her to take the fall for plagiarism to protect his precious "white moonlight"? She’ll tear the truth wide open, clear her name, and expose that hypocrite to the world! His whole family still expects her to be their meek, obedient little wife? In their dreams! Slapping down schemers and stomping on scum, Claire dominates the 70s with a vengeance! Reclaiming her career, embracing her true self, she uses her scientific expertise and translation skills to contribute to the nation’s progress. And somehow, without even trying, she ascends to the peak of success. When the scumbag comes crawling back, sobbing and begging for a second chance— Claire doesn’t even have to lift a finger. Because standing protectively beside her, tall, imposing, and lethally jealous, is the one who’ll handle it for her. Nathan Blake, the most formidable special forces commander in the military zone, arches a brow and smirks: "Jealous? You’re the one who made me this way."

Her mother, a stunning but struggling D-list celebrity, faced endless scandals and public scorn. Though she barely scraped by, she raised Lily Chambers to be plump, rosy-cheeked, and irresistibly sweet. People whispered that Lily Chambers was unwanted—unloved. Everyone assumed the "little nobody" was done for. "Baby! Grandpa's here!" The Richest Grandpa slapped him instantly: "This is the Grant family's one and only golden treasure, the apple of our eye, our little ancestor! How dare you even think of touching her?!" Ever since Lily Chambers returned to the Grant family, everyone's fortunes changed overnight. Even that legendary "cold-blooded, emotionless father" who was "given only three months to live" miraculously got out of bed on the third day after Lily Chambers stayed by his side, fully recovered and bursting with vitality! From then on, the aloof business tycoon, who had never shown interest in women, suddenly awakened to love—launching an all-out pursuit of his wife.

[Apocalypse + No CP + Invincible System + Base-Building + Read the warning at the bottom + Early-stage low prices—enter at your own risk] Vivian Hartwell never imagined that not only would she transmigrate, but she’d land smack in the middle of an apocalypse! The moment she opened her eyes, zombies were swarming, and she had only two scrawny little kids at her side. Vivian Hartwell: I’m done for! System: Impossible. Absolutely impossible! After binding the apocalypse’s mightiest hotel system, Vivian Hartwell began her delightful days of raising kids and running a hotel. More guests arrived every day, and the rewards kept pouring in! But could someone please explain—fine, a hotel unlocking a rice-noodle stall, hot-pot joint, and buffet is one thing, but why add a KTV, cinema, library, amusement park, hot-spring pool, school, hospital… and even a zombie-killing simulation training camp? And that’s not all… Looks like she’s fated to turn this hotel into the apocalypse’s one and only paradise! Warning: When the hotel first opens, prices will be set low as a grand-opening promotion to attract customers and stimulate spending. Adjustments will follow later—prices will go up! They will go up! Even after the increase, they may still not meet “high-price” expectations, so if this bothers you, please don’t enter. Don’t leave bad reviews for this reason—thanks. The low pricing isn’t because the FL is a saint! Many shops need building, and there’ll be more and more ways to earn points later. The FL is kind but definitely no pushover; she won’t sacrifice herself for anyone or break system rules—read with confidence! The FL’s golden finger is huge and the plot armor thick; if that’s not your thing, steer clear.

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.

As a man with severe social anxiety, He had only just crossed over to this parallel world when his stepmother dragged him off on a blind date. Little did he expect that one misstep would plunge him straight into a whirlwind "flash marriage"! His plan was to maintain a purely "fake marriage" with his new wife—no strings attached, no disturbances. But she turned out to be unbelievably clingy, mysteriously absent during the day, yet impossibly tender and affectionate every night... Everything changed the day his novel was picked up by a film company for a TV adaptation. While casually flipping through the materials for the female lead, his entire world was turned upside down. "Is this a joke?! The biggest superstar sweeping across Asia… is actually my little wife who cuddles on the sofa every day begging for hugs?!"

【Rebirth in the '80s + Hidden Space + Face-Slapping Revenge + Sent-Down Youth + Double Purity + Whole-Family Darling + Military Marriage】 In her last life, Bettina Reese—ivory-skinned, willow-waisted, leg-for-days daughter of a capitalist family—was blind enough to marry into the Household. For thirty years she slaved like an ox, bankrolling and baby-sitting her in-laws, yet never once shared a bed with her husband, Victor Turner. Day after day she swallowed insults and side-eye, until her dying breath, when she finally cracked the truth: The cherished foster son she had loved to the marrow was Victor's secret child with his widowed sister-in-law! “Victor Turner, I poured my heart and soul into you people, and you lied to me my whole damn life!” In a fury she wrenched open the gas valve and blew the whole scumbag clan sky-high. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the very day Victor tried to bully her into surrendering her job. Watching the shameless man stand there as if it were his due, Bettina flipped the table and sneered: “Victor, you want my job? Dream on. This lousy post—I don’t even want it!” The instant the words left her mouth she sold the position, then mailed an anonymous tip that exposed every filthy racket Victor ran inside his unit. Discharged, disgraced, he was thrown behind bars to taste the bitter fruit he’d sown. Hardly had the trash been taken out when her good-for-nothing father and stepmother plotted to bolt to Hong Kong, ditching her and fleeing with the family fortune. Bettina barged in, slapped her sperm-donor dad and stepmom upside the head. “You raised me just so you could rob me blind? Ask me if I say yes!” She kicked aside her white-lotus stepsister who tried the pity act. “Look in a mirror before you covet what’s mine.” She snatched back the ancestral jade bracelet that hid a spirit spring, opened her space, and swept the house clean—antiques, calligraphy, jewels, property deeds, the lot. One final tip-off shipped daddy, stepmom and sis to the northwestern camps, never to crawl back. With a storm of confiscations brewing, Bettina packed light, space in tow, and headed to the countryside to find her real mother. Ready for a gauntlet of pests and vipers, she discovered Mom was a man-eating tigress who adored her daughter, while her three older brothers were hard-core sis-cons who pampered her like a national treasure. With the space’s spirit spring and her uncanny sketching hand, she caught the eye of the army's tech department and was hired as a forensic artist. She grew organic veggies in the village, ran quiet side hustles that raked in cash, and helped crack headline cases with her portraits. Before she noticed, the whole base was treating her as their darling mascot. Enter Colonel Jonathan Reed—wide-shouldered, narrow-hipped, face carved by the gods, temper carved by glaciers—the famous Ice-King of the district. Every commander had given up marrying him off, assuming he’d grow old crading his rifle. Who could guess that on family-visits day, comrades would watch the Ice-King pin the army’s beloved little beauty against a wall, voice soft enough to drip: “ Stop fussing. From now on, I'm here—no one dares touch a hair on your head.”

All-powerful psychic boss-lady Rosemary Whitmore—master of medicine, ancient martial arts, and cutting-edge research, who can even chat with birds and beasts—dies on a mission and wakes up in a 1975 period novel as the cannon-fodder side character fated to die early so the real heroine can shine. In the original book, the heroine rides a luck-siphon system straight to the top, while Rosemary’s new body is sold by her scumbag father to a backwoods brute, her birth mother abandoned, and the entire Whitmore clan a circus of human garbage. Rosemary flips the script on the spot: she dismantles the Whitmore family, torments every scumbag, and refuses to follow the original’s road to death. As her true origins surface, she uncovers a massive conspiracy entwining both her and her mother. And the novel’s destined-to-be-childless, ice-cold high-ranking commander Jasper Blackwood keeps colliding with her: First clash—she disarms him and confiscates his gun; Second mishap—she yanks down his pants and leaves him scarlet; Third time—she coughs up blood from grave wounds and collapses straight into his arms. After all that provocation, the famously heartless Jasper can’t hold back and proposes on the spot. Once the military marriage is sealed, Rosemary goes full throttle: She pioneers research, develops new drugs, and forges military tech, becoming the nation’s beloved little lucky star. The Blackwood family dotes on her like a treasured ancestor, and the real shocker— the commander rumored to be sterile not only loses his heart but also falls night after night, smashing the curse of childlessness, producing baby after baby until the whole dependents’ compound is in an uproar!

At the age of twenty, Alyssa Scott married the billionaire tycoon known as the "King of Commerce," Fifth Master Bennett. When word got out, everyone scoffed. How could a penniless country girl—a mere pretty face with no connections, just a struggling doctor—ever be worthy of the esteemed head of the Bennett family? But gradually, they discovered that this so-called "poor doctor" with "no background" was actually the treasured jewel of a prestigious medical dynasty in the capital, a prodigious surgeon, the heir to a renowned medical research institute, and even a mysterious designer... The world knew that Fifth Master Bennett had a white moonlight in his heart—an unattainable ideal. As their four-year marriage agreement neared its end, the man handed her a document, his tone gentle yet commanding: "Sign this." "A divorce agreement?" Alyssa's eyes sparkled with unconcealed eagerness and excitement. She had been longing for this moment. The man snorted coldly. "Just sign it!" Not long after, Fifth Master Bennett shamelessly declared, "Since you've borne my child, you're mine for life!"

Katia was the pack's shadow. Overlooked, neglected, and crushed beneath her elder sister's prophecy-blessed glory. Wrongfully accused of pushing her sister off a cliff, she became the pack's most hated sinner. Tormented by her cruel father and bullied by her own brother, she endured endless beatings and humiliation. She decided to flee from the hellish territory, desperate to grasp a slim chance of freedom. Her escape ended in failure. She was dragged back cruelly, demoted to an omega, disowned by her family, and trapped in endless suffering. To make matters worse, she was bound to Alpha Xandar. He rejected her as his fated mate, and the agony of rejection caused her to lose her wolf. Trapped in endless darkness and brutal oppression, she fell into complete despair, waiting to be sent to the Mad King's brutal fighting pits to end her miserable life. Yet fate wove an irreversible cruel destiny for her. When the terrifying bloodthirsty Mad King Cahir arrived to attend the grand ceremony, the man who was once her sister's fiancé instantly sensed Katia as his fated mate. Cold-blooded, domineering and possessive, King Cahir branded his mark on her neck in everyone, binding the broken omega to his side. Between the ex-mate who abused her relentlessly and the tyrant king who loves her madly, Katia is stuck in a dangerous emotional vortex. Old grievances, pack conflicts, border disputes and the hidden truth behind her sister's fall gradually surface. Power once lost begins to revive quietly inside her, and hidden secrets buried by the whole pack are about to see the light of day. Rejected. Wronged. Abused. Favored by a tyrant king. Can Katia break away from the fate arranged by others and avenge her grievances? Most importantly, can she walk out of the shadow of pain, stand firmly beside the Mad King, and rewrite the destiny belonging only to herself?

Declan was a doctor, he sacrificed everything for his girlfriend, who ended up betraying him. He wanted revenge. He got a magical mask at this time, he put it on but didn't know the mask held the power that could stir up one's deepest desire, it gifted Declan a superpower--golden finger. Declan's brain was implanted with a full set of high medical skills. Since then, Declan was able to cure any wounds and scars, with one touch, he could stop one's bleeding, read all biodata from any person, and diagnose diseases without any medical equipment, and held the power to cure even cancer and leukaemia. But the power on his golden finger could run out if overused, he needed to recharge it, and the only way to regain power was women. And right now there were two women before him, one was his ex, another one was...