Strong male and female leads, dual-system dominance in the apocalypse. In the eighth year of the apocalypse, Charlotte Warren was tormented to death by her own family. Reborn before the catastrophe, she unexpectedly unlocks a storage dimension! Billions worth of supplies stockpiled! Rice, flour, meat, eggs, chocolate… hoarded to the brim! Sudden environmental collapse? Zombies running rampant? How about an indestructible fortress and an arsenal of weapons? Just when life seemed dull, Charlotte makes a startling discovery—her best friend can sprout plants from her hands, her cat breathes fire and slays with its claws, and her former subordinate's saliva heals wounds. Then one day, the young hunk she once saved returns—turns out he's the former CEO of an international energy conglomerate… and her fiancé?! Arriving in a zombie-drawn carriage, he kneels before her and declares: "Charlotte, marry me—I want to raise a family with you!" Charlotte trembles in disbelief… Since when did the Zombie King with a pocket dimension want to start a family with her?! What kind of madness is this?!

Waking up one day, Alice Harper—a landlady who owned thirty properties—found herself transmigrated into the unlucky cannon fodder of a period novel. The original owner, deceived by her so-called best friend, had given up everything for love, only to meet a tragic end in the countryside. Alice Harper stared at her youthful, radiant reflection in the mirror, then thought about the original owner's enviable double-income family and secure job at the department store… She decisively tore up the script: This kind of "blessing"? No thanks! As for that "best friend" who tried to swindle her job? Alice Harper swiftly retaliated with an anonymous tip, sending the schemer straight to the countryside for a taste of hard labor. Perhaps as a perk of transmigration, she unexpectedly gained access to a mysterious space. Inside, it was empty—except for a mountain of gold bars. Alice Harper calmly closed the space: Well, not exactly useful, but nice to look at. She resolved to focus on her job, quietly saving up, waiting for the economic reforms to kick in so she could return to her landlady roots! Nothing would distract her from her money-making mission! Until one day, her cousin brought home a comrade-in-arms for a visit. The tall, broad-shouldered pilot saluted her, ears tinged red as he asked, "Comrade, may I have the pleasure of knowing you?" Alice Harper, who had remained single for two lifetimes, felt her heart skip a beat. Hmm… maybe love wouldn't interfere with her property investments after all? After marriage, she realized she'd struck gold— Her soldier husband handed over his entire paycheck, took care of all household chores, and was a pro at parenting. Her in-laws doted on her like their own daughter, cooking up delicious meals for her every day. Alice Harper lounged in a rocking chair in the yard, nibbling on fruit her husband had peeled for her, gazing contentedly at the numbers in their savings book as she swung her feet. "Honey, how many years until the next reform?" "What's the rush?" The man bent down to kiss the corner of her lips. "Let's take our time dating first."

He traveled through time in one day and was reborn in this alienated world! She was the daughter of a rich and powerful family in the capital. It was widely known in the upper-class social circle that she was a high-class social butterfly. She would never refuse men. She found that she had a fatal cancer. On a building that night, she was poisoned by her former rival in love and fell off the building with him. When she opened her eyes again, she found that she had become the princess. It even time-traveled to a mysterious land mass! Cultivation, Spiritual Qi, and medicine refinement? But... the so-called husband looked exactly the same as his ex-husband? What's more, it's a very broken piece of land? "Haha, it doesn't matter. Then I'll just leave it to him and ask him to divorce me with a divorce letter!" When she returned to the General's Mansion, she was still doted on. But she accidentally got into trouble with a man! "Woman! If you dare to provoke those wild men outside again, I promise they won't see the sunshine of the next day!" The man's devilishly handsome face was ice-cold.

Sophia Rivers had been force-fed fertility drugs by her in-laws for three years before she awakened to the truth—she was the cannon-fodder ex-wife in a period drama. She flung the medicine straight into her husband's face. "Infertile? More like you're the impotent one! I'm done playing the scapegoat in this farce!" The day after the divorce, her ex-husband's superior officer—the infamous "Heirless King of the Military District," Gregory Carter--cornered her at her doorstep. "I'm heirless, you're 'infertile'-- marriage papers are already approved. Let's settle down together, no hard feelings." Sophia gritted her teeth and signed for the sake of her career, only to find herself trapped in the man's embrace that very night. After moving into the military compound, the whole base bet on which of them would outlast the other. Instead, they watched as Sophia developed high-yield military grain strains, while Gregory led his team to victory in international drills. But the real shocker? The supposedly heirless couple ended up with twins -- each boasting an IQ of 180! The night the paternity results came in, Gregory pinned her outside the delivery room, his laughter rough against her neck. "Sweetheart, I lied. That heirless report was just to dodge gold-diggers back then…" "But now? I want a whole damn army with you." While her ex-husband's family was still begging for a miracle baby, Sophia was already cradling her genius children on the national science awards stage. Under the spotlight, Gregory fastened a medal around her neck and declared to the entire country: "My greatest victory wasn't on the battlefield -- it was turning my wife from cannon fodder into the love of this general's life."

In her last life, her husband had sent Vivian Hawthorne’s son to donate bone marrow to save the daughter of his white moonlight—only to discover the girl was never sick at all Vivian Hawthorne’s child was murdered by that same white moonlight Heart shattered, Vivian leapt from the hospital rooftop Yet fate spun backward; she awakened at the very moment the tragedy began This time she steps into the game herself, vowing to make the white moonlight pay in blood.

(End of the World + Rebirth + Space + Hoarding + Pets + Slice of Life) Surviving the apocalypse is a test of the fittest. Typhoons, floods, extreme cold and heat, earthquakes, tsunamis, insect plagues, acid rain... Jiang Ning, who struggled to survive for three years in the apocalypse, only to meet an unfortunate end, was reborn three days before doomsday. She seized the opportunity to reclaim space and commenced a spree of crazy hoarding. Buy, buy, buy, hoard, hoard, hoard, and find the dog that saved her life in her previous existence. Sharpen her knives, stockpile her food, and one by one, deal with the jerks and bitches. Revenge is best served cold, as well as dutifully returning kindnesses. When the apocalyptic disasters arrive, she would grit her teeth, knife in her right, stroking her dog with her left, bravely riding the waves amidst the moral decay of this post-apocalyptic world!

【Marriage First, Love Later + Sweet Pampering + Both Virgins + Age Gap + Veteran】 The night before she was supposed to get her marriage certificate, Rachel Caldwell caught her fiancé in bed with her own sister and uncovered her uncle’s plot to steal her inheritance. She and her best friend pulled off a lightning-quick marriage, snatched back her legacy, trashed the scumbag, and tore her relatives to shreds. With the fortune secured and every rat crushed, she was ready for a clean slate. Step one: file for divorce the moment she reached shore. “Big Bro, whenever you’re free, let’s swing by the Civil Affairs Bureau and get divorced.” “No time.” “Please, big bro! The two-month deadline is up. Take whatever share of the inheritance you want—just let’s end this.” “The Whitmore Clan has a rule: no divorces.” “That can’t be right! The very night we got our certificates you wanted a divorce. You can’t flip-flop like this.” “Then we’ll postpone it indefinitely.” Yale Whitmore studied his little wife. Back then, to delay the divorce, she’d used every trick to climb into his bed. He’d given her exactly what she wished for—now she thought she could run? Not a chance. “Big Bro, what will it take for you to sign?” “Fulfill my lifelong wish.” “Name it. Money, power—whatever. I can give you anything.” She was rich and connected now; one man couldn’t be that hard to handle. “Give me a son and a daughter, share three meals a day, watch the turn of every season, and spend a hundred years together.” That was all he wanted—simple as that.

[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!

In her previous life, Wendy Hartwell married the soldier Nathan Morrison in her cousin’s place; over the years they barely saw each other. After word came that her husband had died, her mother-in-law heartlessly threw her out. She wandered destitute with her three sons, only to be trafficked to the northwest, where her boys met tragic ends. Reborn, Wendy Hartwell storms back with her three little sons in tow: She reclaims the pension, splits the family without hesitation, sets up her own household—no one will ever control her again. Gritting her teeth, she fights her way up, raising all three sons into pillars of the nation. Just as life is turning bright, her husband Nathan Morrison, “dead for three years,” walks through the door—alive—and lays a box brimming with medals at her feet. Having survived countless brushes with death, Nathan had expected his wife to have remarried and the children scattered. Instead he finds her guarding their home, having raised the boys into fine young men; even the youngest has grown tall. The battle-hardened soldier stares, stunned, at the beautiful, fierce woman who doesn’t hesitate to draw a blade when threatened—his heart pounds uncontrollably. From that day on, the iron-blooded war veteran becomes a hopeless wife-devotee, spoiling his family to the heavens.

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!

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!"

Lara Scott only realized on her deathbed that her life had been one big joke— Her parents favored others, her brothers were indifferent, and the entire family doted on her ungrateful cousin Celinda Scott like she was royalty, while Lara got nothing but leftovers, hand-me-downs, and even had her fiancé stolen! After dying a tragic death in the apocalypse, she was reborn—armed with a billion-dollar storage space and dual lightning and plant-based superpowers—only to return to the 1960s! "Steal my family? Steal my man? Let me show you what it feels like to be struck by lightning!" With lightning in one hand to fry scumbags and vines in the other to whip white lotuses, she cut ties publicly in the newspapers and made those toxic relatives beg for mercy on their knees! One day, while casually observing a blind date, she raised an eyebrow and teased the military doctor Ethan Mitchell: The man grabbed her wrist in response, chuckling lowly, "Sharing a table is nothing—how about sharing a life? A small house with three rooms, taking you and your brother to live on a military island. You game?" Lara grinned. "Farming and beachcombing are my specialties. As long as we stay far from trash, anywhere can be home!" Later— Ethan Mitchell pulled her into his arms, his voice tender: "Xixi, my money is yours, my life is yours—everything I have is yours, forever."

[Beijing-elite crown prince × soft and sweet miracle doctor + foil couple + marriage-first-love-later + army-life daily] Lydia Chambers is the granddaughter of a once-exiled renowned physician. Raised by her grandfather, she mastered acupuncture so exquisitely it bordered on sorcery Yet the fiancé she cherished, Shaun Shepherd, secretly sneered at her as a “bumpkin ignoramus.” An engineer who fancied himself bound for greatness, he clung to a threadbare connection with the Pemberton family and let his nose climb ever higher. In front of a crowd Shaun Shepherd shredded their betrothal token and humiliated Lydia Chambers: “Lydia Chambers, a country girl who’s seen nothing of the world—how could you possibly be Mrs. Shaun Shepherd? I’m calling off this engagement. I’m aiming for real heights, not deadweight like you!” Onlookers buzzed, waiting for her to become a laughingstock: “Without Engineer Shen, a girl from a disgraced family can only marry some dirt-poor farmer.” No one expected Lydia Chambers to turn around and marry the man ten years her senior, the rumored ice-cold Jasper Pemberton, and follow him to the army to start a brand-new life. From that moment, Lydia Chambers and Shaun Shepherd became the sharpest contrast: Shaun Shepherd squeezed into a cramped, damp tube-building, pinching pennies over rice and oil, brows locked in worry; Lydia Chambers lived in a detached white villa on the military compound. Jasper Pemberton shed every ounce of his stern authority, sat beside her, and patiently peeled grapes: “Lydia, slow down. I’ll peel more if you want.” Shaun Shepherd begged everyone he knew, swallowing countless snubs, just to get a bicycle coupon; Lydia Chambers rode in a toasty jeep, treating the wives of high-ranking officers with her miraculous hands. She earned respect and so many gifts her arms ached. Outsiders whispered that Jasper Pemberton had married Lydia Chambers only to cure his old injuries; there was no true affection That rumor was shattered by Shaun Shepherd himself. One day, desperate, Shaun Shepherd tried to use his “Pemberton-family relative” card to ask Jasper Pemberton for a decent job He pushed open the door—and his jaw hit the floor. The man who before others was all iron authority and zero smiles had Lydia Chambers pinned against the door, foreheads touching: “Lydia, give your husband one more needle… cure lovesickness. When I can’t see you, everything hurts.” Lydia Chambers gave a coquettish push, eyes sparkling: “Stop cheating—acupuncture can’t cure lovesickness.” Jasper Pemberton simply pulled her into his arms, chin resting on her hair: “Then just hug me. That’ll do.” Shaun Shepherd froze, face full of question marks: ?? This was the frosty Uncle Pei he’d never dared approach The crown prince of Beijing’s elite, whom he’d tried so hard to court yet couldn’t even meet—actually pleading and clinging to Lydia Chambers like this? [Spoiler alert] The male lead Jasper Pemberton is ten years older than the female lead, the ultimate doting “daddy-type” husband, fiercely protective. He spoils the soft miracle doctor into a little army princess. The foil-couple satisfaction is maxed out; the scumbag ex is eaten alive by regret. No angst, only sugar and healing army-life fluff!

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.

Original Title: "Apocalypse: The Female Lead Wields 100 Billion Supplies to Kill Without Mercy" [Apocalypse + Rebirth + Planting Space + Cross-Dimensional Trading System + Stockpiling + Base Building] Power Couple, Absolute Egoist Thriller, Unlimited Sweet Romance, No Saintly Nonsense!!! In the fifth year of the apocalypse, Lydia Walker chose to self-destruct in a final act of vengeance, taking her wicked stepsister down with her. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself transported back two months before the apocalypse—and accidentally awakened a top-tier planting space, along with a cross-dimensional trading system. Shortage of water and food in the apocalypse? Her premium space boasts endless fertile fields, teeming with creatures from rivers, land, and sky—everything one could ever need! Sudden climate shifts and rampant zombies? How about high-tech dimensional thermoregulation suits and laser guns? Corruption and power struggles within the base? This time, Lydia Walker and her husband, Ethan Reid, will forge the strongest team, build their own empire, and reign supreme as the undisputed rulers of this apocalyptic world—leaving everyone else in awe! -------- P.S.: This is Pidan's debut novel, so the writing may still be a bit rough in the early chapters. Please bear with me, dear readers—I'm constantly improving! Also, if the overly sweet romance between the leads isn't your cup of tea, feel free to skim those parts. And if it's really not working for you, you're always welcome to find another book that suits your taste—just please, no harsh criticism. With gratitude and a deep bow—thank you!

Five years ago, due to a car accident, William fell from a genius prodigy to being deemed a "fool". Five years later, seven brothers and three uncles of his died on the battlefield on the same day-- ten loyal and brave souls all from one family! At the funeral , when his fiancée—who had broken off their engagement—his incredibly beautiful sister-in-law, who was yet to marry into the family, immediately declared: If you won't marry him, I will! I’m willing to bear children for the Harvey family… William was somewhat nervous: Sister-in-law, please don't do this. I swear I'm not a fool anymore!

Cecilia Sheffield's previous life was an absolute tragedy. Her biological parents abandoned their own two children to adopt a daughter from outside the family. To take the fall for their adopted daughter, she was sent to prison, beaten, humiliated—her entire life destroyed! Her younger brother, only fourteen years old, was beaten to death with sticks, dying with hatred in his heart. Carrying a sea of blood and deep vengeance, Cecilia was reborn through blood, returning to the moment when fate diverged! In this life, she would ruthlessly cut ties with her hypocritical, selfish biological parents—whoever wanted them could have them! Take the fall for someone else? Whoever made the mistake would bear the consequences—she would never repeat the same disaster! By chance, she awakened a spirit spring space, holding heaven-defying opportunities in her hands! Starting from the bottom as a driver, she rose through the ranks, securing military positions and skyrocketing her career. The younger brother she protected rose to become a top-tier research titan, with both siblings achieving godlike status together! Originally only wanting to make money, protect her brother, and live freely, she never expected that a cold, noble tycoon from the capital would fall for her at first sight. Madly pursuing his wife, doting on her to the bone!

Pharmaceutical researcher Tiffany Whitmore wakes up as the cannon-fodder foil to her cousin? Original host married a “phoenix man,” poured in everything, and suffered; cousin snagged a commander husband and bathed in luxury! Just as she’s ready to flip the script, the cousin—armed with prophetic dreams—throws a tantrum demanding they swap grooms? Tiffany Whitmore slaps the table and laughs herself silly: “This heaven-sent fortune is mine!” Commander father-in-law on death’s door? She keeps him alive with pure pharmaceutical know-how! Borderlands short on supplies? Her spirit-spring space has more than enough! Ice-cold officer husband? When the craving hits, she bites—then bolts! The cousin who stole the groom is left dumbstruck: The “phoenix man” she snatched turns out to be a deadbeat, becomes the commander’s wife—and the richest woman to boot! Even wilder: the once frosty officer morphs into Tiffany Whitmore’s devoted lapdog?

The youngest daughter of the Tang family, Lydia Bell, went missing unexpectedly, prompting her seven brothers to venture into different fields with one singular purpose—to find their sister. Following her master's instructions, Lydia Bell waited at the back of the mountain, hoping her brothers would come to take her home. When she spotted Sebastian Bell, she greeted him sweetly, "Hello, brother. I'm your little sister." At first, Sebastian was skeptical, but soon he melted, cooing, "Sweetheart, look at me! I'm your seventh brother!" The workaholic eldest brother halted an important meeting and rushed home, barking at the others, "Move aside! You're blocking my view of our sister!" The second brother, a research-obsessed university professor, declared, "I'm opening a kindergarten. I want to take my sister to and from school every day." Meanwhile, the third brother, a star athlete, announced without hesitation, "I'm retiring! I'm going home to be with my sister!"

To ditch her cheating fiancé, Vivian Hartley disguises herself as ugly and ends up provoking her fiancé’s little uncle. One reckless night, Vivian tosses two hundred yuan on the nightstand, tosses off a cool “Service was decent,” and tries to walk away only to be yanked back into the man’s arms. “Isn’t it your turn to serve me now?” Quentin Blackwell is the name that makes Beijing tremble untouchable, unreachable. Rumor has it someone saw him pinning a woman to a wall and kissing her senseless. Everyone else shook their heads: impossible. Who could ever catch Master Blackwell's eye? Then came whispers that the woman might be Vivian. The crowd scoffed louder: even more impossible. The great beauty couldn't turn his head why would he look twice at an ugly duckling? Until someone spotted the aloof tycoon kneeling on one knee to slip a shoe onto Vivian's foot, coaxing her for just one kiss. The scum ex-fiancé finally sees her true face and begs forgiveness only to be kicked out the door by the man himself, followed by a marriage certificate flung in his face. “Call her Aunt.”