Clara Jennings and Noah Mitchell were a newlywed couple—spoiled rich kids who lived solely to spend money, their days revolving around luxury and indulgence. Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine fate would flip their world upside down in an instant. A freak accident transported them both back to ancient times. Before they could even process their shock, they found themselves in the midst of a chaotic scene—their family being raided and exiled. Talk about a dramatic start. Luckily, a prophetic dream had warned them in advance, and they'd come fully prepared. No need to panic! To their delight, they soon discovered not just a storage space filled with modern supplies, but also an interdimensional marketplace. The marketplace quietly unlocked, connecting them not only to the modern world but also to interstellar realms, cultivation dimensions, and even a beast world. Was this destiny handing them success on a silver platter? Clara couldn't help but shout, "Who else can top this? Seriously, who?!" From that moment on, Clara and Noah decided to leverage this golden opportunity to rewrite their destinies. During their exile, they navigated dangers while using the marketplace's resources to improve their lives. In the end, they would rely on their own strength to return to the capital and carve out a dazzling path of their own.

[Military Marriage + Transmigration into a Book + Pocket Space + Face-Slapping Scum + Sweet Pampering with Adorable Kids] Josephine Sullivan—once dazzling and fearless—had died in her last life shielding others, fighting a gangster to mutual destruction. When she opened her eyes again, she had slipped into a period novel and become the notorious Shanghai capitalist heiress a cannon-fodder girl manipulated by her scumbag father, vicious stepmother, and scheming stepsister, ending in utter misery. The original owner had been blind and stupid, despising her fiancé—the taciturn, iron-willed officer Benedict Hawthorne—as crude and unromantic, desperate to break the engagement. After her stepsister’s instigation, she’d drugged Benedict in a muddled attempt to force him to call it off. Instead, she turned herself into the laughingstock of the city; the next morning Benedict annulled the match. Worse, her father sold her to a lecherous old man for cash. Ten years of torment later she died wretchedly, while her father and stepmother fled to Hong Kong with the Sullivan family’s century-old fortune, living in luxury. The instant Josephine transmigrated, she accidentally spent the night with Benedict, who had just returned from a mission. Looking at the tall, long-legged officer with chiseled features and explosive stamina, and recalling the original’s tragic end, Josephine’s eyes iced over: this life, no one would control her! When the scum trio tried again to provoke her and force her to break the engagement for money, Josephine struck back ruthlessly: she packed the three ingrates off to the Great Northwest for re-education, sneering as they left, “Since you love scheming so much, go reflect in the wilderness—taste what real displacement feels like!” With the pests gone, Josephine unexpectedly activated her personal space—stocked with ration tickets, supplies, money, and a spirit spring that nourished everything. Later, rumors spread that Benedict had been injured on a mission and would never father children. Josephine showed up at his door cradling three exquisite, jade-carved toddlers, eyes curved in a smile. “Sweethearts, say hello to Daddy!” Benedict stared at the three mini-mes in his arms, then at the radiant Josephine; the hardened soldier’s heart melted on the spot. From then on, the training ground took on a new look— Under the blazing Morrison, Benedict drilled the three little ones in standing at attention. The kids stood ramrod straight, tiny faces flushed, pouting and muttering: “Daddy’s so gentle with Mommy but so strict with us!” “Yeah! He’s scared Mommy will get mad and make him sleep in the study!” “Daddy’s lame—we’re not scared of Mommy at all!” Benedict’s face darkened. “Attention! No talking!” The three little soldiers snapped upright, pretending obedience while secretly making faces at each other. In their milk-soft hearts they grumbled: Daddy’s mean, we don’t like him—we love our gentle, awesome Mommy best!

Stella Avery, the only daughter of the richest man on the planet, had just picked up her limited-edition supercar when, while rubber-necking from a bridge, the crowd collapsed the iron span—and she plunged straight into a melodramatic period novel. She woke up as the capitalist heiress of Harbor City in the book: the original owner was arrogant and vicious, always at odds with the heroine, and ended up dying a miserable death. Armed with the plot, Stella Avery sneered: whoever wants to be cannon fodder can be; she only wants to make money and torment scum—she won’t wrong herself for anyone. Her stepmother plots to send her to the countryside? She plays along, then flips the script and ships the whole step-family to the barren northwest to eat dirt. Her stepsister wants to steal her opportunities and marry her off to a deadbeat? Stella slips her a fertility potion and lets the girl reap what she sowed. A mountain of ancestral assets at home? She opens her massive harbor-space and empties the place—down to the one hair for the parasites. Once the mess is cleaned up, she rolls her bedding and heads to the countryside overnight—only to run straight into her childhood betrothed: Chandler Hawthorne. The man has sword-sharp brows, star-bright eyes, wide shoulders and a narrow waist. Already a regimental commander at a young age, he hands over his salary and does all the housework—utter perfection. Stella slaps the table on the spot: this marriage, I’m taking it! After a lightning wedding and moving to the army base, she lands an official post; her surgical genius slips out and she becomes the revered “saintly hand.” Pregnancy after pregnancy follows, and she’s pampered by her husband and every bigwig in sight—life is pure bliss.

“This is Virella… my wife.” Three years. And that was all Alpha Kaelen gave me. No welcome. No touch. No recognition. Just another woman at his side—carrying his child. While I ruled in his absence… I was nothing more than a placeholder. A Luna he never chose. So I gave up. And I left. One rejection was all it took to break the bond. When I returned, I wasn’t the Luna he abandoned. I was untouchable, respected, and feared. And no longer his to claim. Now he watches me like a man drowning…. Because the woman he discarded came back as something far beyond his reach. And this time… I didn’t come alone. The Alpha of Ebonmoon stands beside me, his presence crushing, and his hand firm on my waist…. “Careful, Kaelen,” his voice drops, dark with warning. “Rowena isn’t yours anymore.” His lips brush my temple, possessively. “She’s mine. If you try to take her…I’ll end you.”

Her daughter lay dying—her only chance at survival resting in a bone marrow transplant from her biological father. That man, the one Stella Johnson had once loved with all her heart, was nowhere to be found. While Stella made call after call, hands trembling with desperation, Charles Hart was busy building a crystal castle for the daughter of his beloved white moonlight—lighting up the entire city with fireworks in her honor. All Stella got in return was a cold, clipped response: "I'm busy." And then… silence. She waited. And waited. Until the warmth left her daughter's tiny hand. He never came. Cradling the small urn, Stella stepped into the streets—only to be greeted by a cruel spectacle. Every digital screen on the bustling boulevard played the same scene: Charles, his white moonlight, and their daughter, smiling under the fireworks as they sang "Happy Birthday," basking in a future built on someone else's grave. The love Stella once held for Charles didn't just die that night—it was burned to ash. And from those ashes, something far stronger rose: Hatred. Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving.

"Sign it. Save her, and I'll give you anything." For four years, I was Damian Wright's "invisible wife". While I played the pauper, he poured his soul into his dying first love. Desperate, he blindly signed a stack of papers to buy the "Gifted Doctor's" time. He didn't read the fine print. Buried inside was our Divorce Decree. "Congratulations, Damian," I said, stripping off my surgical mask to reveal the wife he never truly knew. "You're free." The submissive Amelia is dead. The legendary "Ghost Surgeon"? That's me. The blindfolded racing queen "Raven"? Also me. The shadow behind the global intelligence network? Still me. I was ready to vanish, but Lucas Sullivan—the titan who makes the Wrights look like peasants—blocked my path. When Damian tried to reclaim me, Lucas didn't just stop him; he brought an empire to its knees. "They don't deserve to look at you," Lucas whispered, his touch a lethal mix of protection and obsession. "But if you crave the world, Amelia, I'll burn it down just to hear you say my name."

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!

The King of Hell, Vivian Grant, sacrificed her own body to weave threads of souls into lamps. After exhausting her karmic merits, her soul transmigrates into the body of the fake rich daughter Vivian Grant, who had been driven out of her family. Faced with a dire starting point of poverty and ruin, Vivian Grant begins her live-streaming journey. With a pair of "Fate-Piercing Eyes," she can see through the past and foresee the future. Armed with a Judge's Pen: With one stroke, she determines life and death. With a second stroke, she decides right and wrong. Her predictions leave the viewers of her live-stream utterly terrified, calling them thrilling and addictive. From then on, "Master Grant" becomes a household name, with her divination skills highly sought after. Later, Vivian Grant's identity is exposed. The viewers: What the heck?! Master Grant is actually Vivian Grant, the infamous persona who was cyberbullied out of the entertainment industry?! For a while, the entire city of H was in uproar. Meanwhile, the real rich daughter of the Grant family, along with her three brothers, becomes restless. Ashton Grant: Hmph, a cult fraud! Vivian Grant: You caused someone's death. Miles Grant: No matter what you do, you'll never compare to my dear Claire.! Vivian Grant: You plagiarized, copied others' work, abused cats, and killed dogs. Alexander Grant: It's all just attention-grabbing nonsense. Vivian Grant: And you hired hitmen to commit murder. Agatha Grant: Vivian, you've become so unfamiliar. Vivian Grant: You bully and spread false rumors about others, ruining their lives. The following day, major media outlets widely reported: A genius neurosurgeon, known for snatching lives from the grasp of death, ends up causing the death of two patients and threatening their families. A renowned novelist plagiarizes and steals, destroying the original author. A top idol hires a hitman for attempted murder. A frontline celebrity reveals their two-faced nature—on the surface, engaging in charity work, but behind the scenes, spreading gossip, bullying, and committing outrageous acts beyond redemption. Later, a certain film emperor cornered Vivian Grant: "Master Grant, why not read my fortune and tell me who my true love is?"

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.

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."

Lydia Thorne became a widow right after her wedding, branded as an ill omen by her late husband's family. She toiled tirelessly to manage the entire household, only for the Sinclair family to sell her off for a mere twenty coins in the end. When she woke up reborn on the second day after her husband's death, she made a decision—she would seize control of the Sinclair family's prestigious ducal estate. If she needed an heir, she'd find a way to conceive one. Her husband was dead, but his elder brother would do just fine. With reckless determination, she climbed into Marcus Sinclair's bed at night, posing as a seductive concubine, only to revert to the demure and respectful sister-in-law by day. No one suspected a thing. … Marcus Sinclair had been abandoned as a child, only to be reclaimed by the Sinclair family after making a name for himself in battle. He despised every last one of them—especially that second sister-in-law of his. She was all honeyed words and false smiles, her eyes lingering on him far too often, as if scheming something. Yet despite his vigilance, she still managed to unsettle him. He couldn't shake the absurd thought that the mysterious concubine who had seduced him bore an uncanny resemblance to Lydia Thorne. It was ridiculous. Until one day, the temptress who visited him nightly stopped coming—and news broke from the ducal estate that his sister-in-law was with child.

Abandoned, abused, and betrayed, Emily Parker met her tragic end in the fourth year of the apocalypse. But fate granted her a second chance—she awoke two months before the catastrophe began, now bound to a Gold-Devouring Supermarket System. With enough gold, she could unlock the supermarket's vast sections, gaining access to endless supplies. Typhoons… torrential rains… insect swarms… extreme cold… scorching heat… viruses… earthquakes… acid rain… eternal night… The apocalypse descended. While stockpiling supplies, Emily steadily unlocked the supermarket's zones, never worrying about resources again. Until… Her deadbeat father, who had once abandoned her, oozed false sweetness: "Sweetheart, you've suffered so much. Hand over your food—I'll keep it safe for you." The relatives who had abused her shamelessly demanded: "Emily, we're family. We should share everything!" The backstabbing best friend and toxic ex-boyfriend groveled: "Emily, please… just a sip of water…" To them, Emily—now living in comfort—responded with icy indifference: "Why don't you decide… who dies first?" Years into the apocalypse, Emily had witnessed every shade of human cruelty. But then, someone braved the storm to take her cold hand, their gaze tender yet resolute: "Emily… we've made it to the light."

Everyone believed Ye Liuyun was trash, even himself. No money, no talent, and no one he could rely on. Bully, scorn and laughter, that’s what he deserved. But Ye Liuyun never gave up working hard. One day things had changed. Ye Liuyun’s inner power was suddenly awakened. He could cultivate a divine level spirit and became a supreme hero. Slaying demons and exterminating devils, his adventures just started... Money, beauty and power, he would grasp everything in his hands...

The crippled prince had become a commoner, but he had married a stunning beauty. His wife was a genius in martial arts and was high above others; he was a loser who had been humiliated. After accidentally awakening the spirit of a Divine King, his fate was reversed and he rose to power. From then on, he would crush those who humiliated him and conquer the peerless beauty! Geniuses, in front of me, are all good-for-nothings! Kings are like ants under my feet! I'm the God Slaying King with a single stroke of the Heaven-breaking Sword!

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.

One day, an impossibly handsome man suddenly appeared before Ava Hayes. "Actually, you're the true heiress of a wealthy family in the capital. Someone will come for you soon. And I—am your fiancé." That very night, an assassin smashed through her window— Only for her to turn the tables and turn him into fertilizer for her plants. "Seems someone doesn't want the real heiress to return? Well, I'm going anyway." Back at the Hayes family mansion, her birth parents doted over their adopted daughter with tender concern, while her older brother shot her a condescending glare. Ava promptly tore up the recognition agreement. "Fine. Then this family fortune—I'll let someone else inherit it." Turning on her heel, she linked arms with the uncle and aunt who had come for her. "Uncle, Auntie—are you in need of a daughter?" And when her brother's company teetered on the brink of bankruptcy, she pulled up in a top-tier supercar outside the acquisition meeting, smirking at the man in the wheelchair: "Fiancé, tell me—would the Hayes Corporation make a fitting engagement gift?" The man yanked her into his arms, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he murmured: "It would. But my dowry is half the capital city—when are you coming to… inspect the goods?"

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!"

Jade Sinclair didn’t learn the truth until her dying breath: the husband who hadn single night in eight years had long since built a love nest with his first flame The mother-in-law she’d served like a slave—paralyzed, demanding, never grateful—the wheezing father-in-law who emptied bottle after bottle of pills, and the drama-queen sister-in-law were all chains the Foster family forged to keep her tethered Even the university place she’d scraped every cent to buy had been handed by that scumbag straight to his white-moonlight sweetheart And the boy and girl she’d loved as her own for eight long years? The darling children she’d rocked through fevers and homework? Their real parents were those two cheating dogs When she opened her eyes again, she was back at square one—so… “Sent-down youth? Sis isn’t going to any stinking village, not in this lifetime!” “Marry that trash? I’d rather marry an actual dog.” “Wait on his family hand and foot? They can do whatever the hell they want; this lady is done serving!” This time, whoever crossed her would watch her flip the board and bury them with it As for marriage… the army officer next door in the military compound looked promising. In her last life he’d died young on a mission, leaving a fat pension and two solid rooms Marry him, shut the gossips up, become a wealthy widow with a house—match made in heaven So Jade marked the calendar, waiting for widowhood. Three years rolled by… then another three. Not only did the man refuse to die, he kept climbing—now a full-bird officer One night he pinned her to the mattress, laughter hot against her ear: “Wife… how about I ‘sacrifice’ myself right here in this bed?”

For two years, Clara Walsh had cherished what she believed was her marriage certificate—until the day she went to officially register it, only to discover the document was a forgery. Furious, she sought out her husband, Richard Fraser, demanding answers. But before she could confront him, she overheard the truth: the man who had tenderly cared for her for six years had already been married—to her senior teacher—for five. Not only had Clara been used as a smokescreen for their affair, but Richard had also publicly branded her as infertile, forcing her to raise their love child as her own. Disgusted, Clara picked up the phone and called the lawyer who had recently contacted her about an inheritance. "Unmarried. No children. Every last penny—goes to me alone." With icy resolve, she walked out of the Fraser family home. Richard, smugly certain she had nowhere else to turn, waited for her to come crawling back. But then—headlines exploded across the nation. There, splashed across every news outlet, was Clara. Now draped in unimaginable wealth, she stood radiant under the spotlight beside a man who commanded the highest echelons of power. The world watched in awe as they exchanged vows, their union celebrated with envy and admiration from every corner of the globe.

Darlene Davis found herself transmigrated into the tragic supporting character of a period novel— Her conniving stepsister had not only stolen her billionaire fiancé but also schemed to marry her off to Ethan Carter, the "doomed-to-die-young" military officer. The original host had worked herself to death, leaving three children either dead or disabled? With a cold smirk, Darlene flipped the table. "I’m the kind of person who lives for myself. Cross me, and I’ll make sure your whole family regrets it!" First, she emptied her scumbag father’s secret stash of money. Then, she made a fortune writing articles while searching for her long-lost mother. Finally, she set her sights on that stone-faced special forces officer: "Comrade Ethan, let me read your fortune—you’re missing one crucial thing in your life: me. Marry me, and I guarantee you’ll live to a hundred!" Ethan frowned. "My duty is to serve my country. I have no time for romance." He started leaving work half an hour early every day just to shower, earning him endless teasing from his comrades: "Old Ethan, afraid of stinking up your delicate wife and kids again?" His ears burning red, the man retorted with mock severity, "My wife is soft and sweet, my children are tender—you roughnecks wouldn’t understand!"