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In her previous life, Serena Caldwell was ruthlessly schemed against by her in-laws, who made her mistakenly sleep with the so-called "spy" of the village one night. Overnight, she was reviled by the entire village as an immoral slut. Even her own family found her disgraceful and cruelly drove her out of the house. Her in-laws feigned kindness: "We don't despise you. Come marry into our family and live a proper life." Not long after, news arrived that her fiancé had "died in sacrifice." Filled with guilt, Serena broke off the engagement and devoted herself to staying with her in-laws, fulfilling filial duties for her deceased husband and raising three younger siblings. She was squeezed dry of all value throughout her life, eventually dying miserably frozen on the streets. Only at death did she learn the earth-shattering truth: Her fiancé never died! He had been promoted and advanced in the army, married and had children—living a thriving life! The so-called sacrifice was entirely a scheme by his family! Reborn in one stroke, Serena completely woke up and tore apart the engagement cancellation letter on the spot! She went straight to the army base, only to discover that her in-laws had already written letters slandering her as having chaotic private affairs and seducing men everywhere. Serena laughed in anger, confronting the scumbag directly: "I am completely innocent. You believed me worthless based on mere rumors?" She crashed his wedding ceremony dramatically, threw down the cancellation letter, and left with flair. The next day, the entire military compound exploded! Serena directly married Victor Harlow, the coldest and most ruthless Ice-Faced King of Hell of the compound! Everyone laughed at how miserable she must be. Rumors said Regiment Commander Harlow had been fundamentally injured during a mission and couldn't father children—that he only married her to deal with family matters, that they were merely living together as partners. After marriage, Victor Harlow coldly declared: "I have no interest in women. I'll give you money; we won't interfere with each other." But when Serena gave birth to twins—and as those two little ones grew more like him every day—the truth could no longer be hidden! Turned out that man from that night who had been set up wasn't a spy at all—it was him all along! Victor Harlow! The so-called infertility was nothing but psychological trauma left from that night. The once aloof and abstinent Regiment Commander Harlow completely fell head over heels, instantly transforming into a clingy wife-doting fanatic—haunting his wife daily until he spoiled Serena absolutely rotten!

She’s notorious, arrogant, and domineering. He’s a business titan whose power eclipses the sky, capable of summoning storms with a flick of his wrist. His fiancée stole her fiancé. Isabelle Hartwell:“Your person took my person—aren’t you going to compensate me?” Ethan Blackwood:“How about paying with my body?” One day, a reporter asked,“Mrs. Blackwood, how did you and Mr. Blackwood fall in love—and how has he loved you so faithfully for ten straight years?” Mrs. Blackwood:“Our relationship is like that of a buyer and the meat on the chopping block: once it’s been swallowed and digested, there’s no running away. Oh, don’t get me wrong—Mr. Blackwood is the piece of meat; he sold himself to me of his own accord.”

Rowena Ashford spent ten years mastering martial arts, slaughtered her scumbag father, avenged her mother's death, and reclaimed the family heirloom celestial pearl. At the brink of death during the final battle, her mother sacrificed her own life to give Rowena her only chance at rebirth. When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated straight into the 1970s, possessing the body of a pitiful cannon fodder character. The original owner had divorced parents, all close family scattered to the winds, utterly alone with no support. A swarm of toxic relatives descended like vultures to drain her dry—scheming for family property, pressing their advantage step by step, even plotting to eliminate her completely. Her snobbish fiancé, seeing her family ruined, rushed to break off the engagement with maximum humiliation. Facing this disastrous starting hand, Rowena smiled. Breaking the engagement? She couldn't ask for anything better! Whoever wanted that trash man could have him. She promptly tore apart the rotten people and their rotten schemes, then turned around and married the powerful eldest brother of his family—becoming her ex-fiancé's sister-in-law in one move. Ancient and modern souls perfectly merged, stacking top-tier buffs to the max! For brains, she possessed both ancient and modern strategic brilliance—perceptive, precise in every step, all sinister plots mere child's play before her. For verbal combat, she could dismantle toxic elders and tear apart shrewish gossipers alike, her sharp tongue and overwhelming presence securing her position as the most feared person in the City. For combat prowess, ten years of top-tier martial arts foundation—flying over eaves, close-quarters lethal strikes, her power gauge maxed out, specializing in handling all provocations and challenges. For background, her grandfather had already laid the groundwork for rehabilitation, with official backing and solid foundations, ensuring she could weather any storm with a powerful patron behind her. For her husband, the man she chose was the cream of the military-political elite family, a special operations killing machine—young, powerful, with limitless prospects, the ultimate big shot others couldn't hope to reach. The whole city watched with schadenfreude, secretly pitying her: What a pity, all that sharp brilliance, yet she married an officer diagnosed with permanent infertility, destined to die childless. Rowena, upon learning the truth, secretly rejoiced! Perfect! She feared the pain of childbirth most, and couldn't be bothered raising children—spending their whole lives as just the two of them was practically a match made in heaven! The couple kindly adopted the orphaned children of fallen comrades, believing they would live out their days in peace. Who could have predicted fate's sudden reversal—the supposedly infertile officer's body suddenly went into overdrive! First pregnancy delivered, dragon-phoenix twins bringing double joy! Before the couple could catch their breath, second pregnancy arrived promptly, adding another son! The iron-blooded big shot once condemned to lifelong childlessness directly reversed his fate to welcome three sons and one daughter!

Apocalypse slacker Iris Sterling wakes up in the seventies with a spatial pocket and superpowers, transmigrated into the body of a push-over little sent-down youth. Before anyone can ship her to the countryside, she first dismantles her plastic bestie—ruining the girl so thoroughly she’ll never crawl back up—then flips her coveted city job for a sky-high price, cramming her space to the rafters with supplies. Only after every loose end is knotted does she saunter off to the village. She plans to keep lounging as Justin Anderson’s carefree salted fish, but trouble keeps knocking. Good thing she’s decisive and lethal; with her space and powers, even chaos folds like paper. Then she locks eyes with army officer Russell Sinclair—sparks fly, hearts click, and they move in together without a second of hesitation. If they like it, they claim it; seize the day, no dawdling. Life in the military compound is warm and steady. Beneath the undercurrents, Iris Sterling stays the unmoving anchor: one hand raising kids and running the household through her space, the other shielding her husband and home with her powers, turning the seventies into sweet, rock-solid days.

Her sleazy brother-in-law kept harassing her, leaving her terrified and desperate. Her best friend set her up with a top-tier prospect. A man in a tailored suit sat in the teahouse—his brow sharp as if carved by a master brush, and even the glint of his cufflink as he turned a page screamed old-money polish. "Flash marriage?" Coffee cups clinked. Joanna Bridges froze, staring at the matching pinky ring on his finger. "Mr. Thornton, this joke—" "Thirty property deeds, six-figure monthly cash flow, three generations of spotless records." He tapped the digital certificates on his screen. "Most importantly—I've had a crush on you since forever." That night, her drunk brother-in-law pounded on her door again. Joanna fumbled for her phone through tears. "Mr. Thornton! Civil Affairs Bureau, nine sharp tomorrow—I'll be there!"

Everett Caldwell transmigrated into a high-martial world, becoming the principal of a vocational martial arts college, and activated the [My Strength is the Sum of the Entire School] system. His strength was tied to all the students in the school. The stronger his students became, the stronger he became! Thus, He forcefully invaded alien territories to seize spirit veins, plundering alien cultivation resources, Invested resources into his students, and as the students grew stronger, so did his strength. Years later, While top-tier martial arts university students were still struggling with failing to break through to fourth-rank martial artists upon graduation, vocational martial school graduates had already produced fifth-rank, sixth-rank, and even grandmaster-level powerhouses! Students from Kyoto Martial University and Demon Capital Martial University: A good vocational martial college is better than a top-tier martial arts university, I want to upgrade from bachelor's to vocational! Students from his own school: "Slay the aliens, protect our homeland, willing to dedicate this life to the Principal!"

In her last life, Chloe Morrison had been so dazzled by a scumbag educated-youth that she’d turned into a hopeless love-struck fool. She handed him her university slot, her grain coupons, her meat rations, her grandma’s heirloom jade pendant—even snatched her little nephew’s candy to coax him. The moment the scumbag returned to the city, he vanished without a trace, and she became the laughingstock of the whole village. Just then, officer Isaac Hartwell came home on leave and asked for her hand. She married him, but her heart was full of disdain—for his roughness, his blunt manners, his utter lack of romance—and she despised him for five long years. Then came the landslide. The coarse man she’d spent half her life despising shielded her with his own body and was swallowed whole. For the decades that followed, remorse and agony gnawed at her; on her deathbed she had only one thought: If there is a next life, I will give everything to love him properly. Reborn in an instant, Chloe Morrison’s eyes brimmed with tears and not a shred of confusion remained. She grabbed a butcher’s cleaver, snatched the jade pendant back from the scumbag on the spot, and—surprise—the pendant’s hidden space awakened. With one kick she sent the heartless man flying, then spun around and threw herself at the rugged officer Isaac Hartwell, marrying him without hesitation, packing her bags to follow him to the army base. When the news reached the compound, it exploded like a bomb: “Did you hear? Captain Hartwell married the butcher’s daughter—built like an ox and fierce as hell!” But the very next day, when Isaac Hartwell strode in with fair, delicate, soft-as-cotton Chloe Morrison on his back, every jaw hit the ground. This wasn’t some terrifying butcher’s daughter—she was a fragile little beauty who looked like she’d shatter at a touch. The crowd’s contempt had barely formed when, two days later, they watched Chloe Morrison dash across the compound, butcher’s cleaver in hand, ready to defend her husband—whereupon the entire yard quivered in fear. “She’s faking it! All an act!” Yet Isaac Hartwell wore a dead-serious, wife-protecting expression and declared to one and all: “My wife is delicate, frail, and utterly helpless—none of you are allowed to bully her.” Compound residents: …We’d sooner believe the devil himself.

For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight’s secret wife. While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her. Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose’s emergency room pregnant… and Ryan is the one protecting her. That is the night Rose stops loving him. What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation. So Rose walks away—with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years. But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife. Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world. As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth— He didn’t lose a woman who loved him. He lost the only woman he would ever love. And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father.

Rosalind Mercer transmigrated into a period novel, becoming the pitiful foil in a contrast setup. Parents dead, grandparents indifferent, uncle and aunt oppressive—the whole village waited to watch her get trampled into the mud by the female lead. She glanced at the script. Then she tore it to pieces. She reclaimed her spiritual spring space, sent her rotten grandparents to the hospital with rage, reported her scumbag uncle for his misdeeds, and snatched every opportunity meant for the female lead. Along the way, she befriended several future big shots—moving herself from "the foil" straight into "don't mess with" territory. Almost forgot—she still had a cheap husband: Nathaniel Holt, the military district commander barely mentioned in passing in the book. Rumor had it this man was notoriously fierce. One word from him could make an entire company cry. Punishment drills could break a platoon's spirit. On their wedding night, Rosalind Mercer shrank back slightly. "You're so scary..." The man glanced at her. "You want a divorce?" She shook her head. He withdrew his gaze, voice going rough. "With you—I'm only fierce in bed."

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!

Four-year-old Nora Whitfield: her father, the “Soldier-God” who died on the frontier; her mother, dead of illness. The child became an orphan, then her heartless uncle flung her into the woodshed, fed her moldy scraps, and planned to sell her to settle his debts. At the brink of despair, the retired war dog her father left behind lunged forward with a roar that shielded its tiny mistress. Together, girl and old hound tore through the siege and set out on a grueling search for family. The uncle only sneered—what storm could a scrap of a girl and a decrepit dog raise? He had no idea he’d stirred up catastrophe. When Nora Whitfield pulled out the blood-stained family photo she kept pressed to her heart. The five comrades in that picture were now the nation’s five supreme war-gods—commanders of entire military regions. The moment they saw the bruised, bone-thin little girl quaver out the word “Uncles,” those five generals exploded in fury. “You dare torment a martyr’s orphan? You’re courting death!” In an instant, a million elite soldiers mobilized—solely to keep this lone child safe. Whoever dared bully Nora Whitfield would pay a bitter price; no one would escape unscathed. Hurt our martyr’s orphan, and even across endless distance we will annihilate you.

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.

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!

[Second-Chance Begging at the Funeral Pyre + No Forgiveness + New Man Wins + Crushing the Scum] Burned in a gas explosion, Sophia Andrews watched her husband clutch his mistress and frantically flag down an ambulance--only to discover another complete home hidden upstairs. Eight years of marriage had been a lie: the boy she’d raised was the mistress’s flesh and blood, and her own child had been buried by her husband’s own hands. The scoundrel even dared propose a “three-way household.” The boy she’d mothered sneered that his real mom was better. Ice-cold, she filed for divorce and cut every tie. Post-divorce, she stormed back to the summit: eight years as a full-time wife transformed her into the most sought-after surgical prodigy in medicine. When the truth of whose life she once saved finally surfaced, the scum and his son were sick with regret. They hijacked the trending list, begging on their knees. Scum: “Sophia , I was wrong. You’re the one I love—please forgive me.” Son: “Mommy, don’t you want me anymore? I’m your only son!” But belated devotion is cheaper than weeds, and Sophia Andrews no longer bargains for scraps. A man draws her into his arms, eyes contemptuous as he tells the scum, “Wife, ignore them—you’ll upset the baby.” Their little princess grips Sophia Andrews’s hand and glares at the stepson. “She’s my mommy!”

In her last life, Christine Douglas was swindled out of her money by a scumbag, endured domestic violence, and died a miserable death. Her whole family perished in the bitter cold of exile and re-education. Luckily, right before death, she obtained a miraculous pocket dimension and a chance to return to the past. Without hesitation, she killed the scumbag with her own hands, emptied his entire house, and stockpiled mountains of supplies. Back in the 1970s, the scumbag tries to beat her, hides her letters, and swallows her inheritance. Christine Douglas: Reported! Off to the Great Northern Wilderness to drink the wind with your whole family. She survives natural disasters, clears her name, and leads her family back to the city to strike it rich—while the scumbag’s clan chugs northwest wind in the wilderness. Along the way, she also picks up a quietly protective, drop-dead gorgeous guy. Life is sweet, sweet bliss~

Sophia Foster was passing by her aunt's grain store during New Year's visit when her suddenly-busy aunt asked her to mind the shop. As she lounged in a rocking chair scrolling through videos, a meteorite came crashing from the sky—plunging her into darkness. She awoke to find herself in a cramped, oxygen-deprived space, someone's feet pressing on her head. With a desperate kick, she shoved the feet away and gasped for air before exhaustion overtook her. When consciousness returned, she'd become a three-year-old toddler in the year 1956. The looming three-year famine made her tremble—until she discovered her aunt's grain store had miraculously followed her through time.

[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!

Jade Whitmore wakes up inside a novel only to be drugged and ruined by her scheming stepsister! Her biased family expects her to swallow the insult in silence? She raids her mother’s dowry and her grandma’s gold bars—no mercy! Apocalypse-grade spatial storage plus a spirit-spring jade pendant fuse into one cheat-level combo! Helping others triggers bonus rewards; she coasts straight to victory in this retro era. At night a man sneaks in—she swings a rolling pin, knocks him down, and pins him instead? Eyes lock; they recognize each other at once—he’s the stranger from that night! The stone-faced officer demands to take responsibility; she refuses flat-out. Later… Mr. Pierce squats in the yard scrubbing her tiny lingerie while kids giggle behind their hands and dash away! Jade Whitmore clings to the wall: “Where’s the promised ice-cold soldier king?!”

After her mother's suicide, Anna called her father and uncle from the police station. Her father hung up without a word, while her uncle coldly told her to drop dead. Tears welled up in the three-year-old's eyes—until a large, warm hand settled gently on her head. "Want a dad?" With ruthless efficiency, Ethan Marks scooped up the sniffling little girl, tossed her into a sack, and carried her home. The entire family was in an uproar. Grandma, the iron-willed matriarch: "Bring over the latest luxury collections! My precious granddaughter gets first pick!" Billionaire Dad: "If anyone dares bully you, fight back. From now on, I'm your shield." Reclusive Uncle: "Sweetheart, all my earnings are yours. Be my daughter, won't you?" Older Brother, the family's little tyrant: "My sister is the cutest in the whole world!" Anna, who had braced herself for a life of misery, rubbed her big, doe-like eyes in utter bewilderment. Wait—was she actually the family's new treasure? Not one to take kindness for granted, little Anna repaid them in her own way. She chatted with flowers—and uncovered a corporate spy in her father's company. She whispered to grass—and miraculously healed her uncle's paralyzed legs. She confided in trees—and helped catch a murderer. She gossiped with cabbages—and discovered that her stern, no-nonsense grandfather was secretly henpecked. Every day was a whirlwind of jaw-dropping revelations and sweet revenge, and Anna couldn't have been happier. Then, out of nowhere, her deadbeat biological father showed up, demanding custody. Ethan Marks cracked his knuckles. "Try stealing my daughter. I dare you." Without even glancing at the man, Anna buried her face in Ethan's chest. "I only have one dad." As her birth father watched in speechless, seething regret, the infamous "Grim Reaper" Ethan Marks broke into the brightest smile of his life.

Serena Whitmore opened her eyes to find a drop-dead gorgeous man with eight-pack abs unbuttoning his pants right in front of her! Only then did she realize she’d transmigrated into a period drama novel as the tragic ex-wife of the male lead. According to the plot, she would soon divorce her disabled husband out of disgust, then spend the rest of her life as the pitiful foil to the transmigrated heroine who would bear the male lead five loving children. Serena Whitmore smiled: The pocket dimension is mine, the male lead is mine, and the storyline is mine too! The transmigrated heroine plans to heal the male lead with a spirit spring? One flick of Serena’s silver needles: “Sterility? Two jabs and it’s cured!” Need cash after the house raid? The space gives tenfold returns—pauper to ten-thousand-yuan household in seconds. No grain for the countryside? She buys up the black market, tenfold returns again, and the whole village dines on canned food. Drought with no water? She drains West Lake in one turn, then irrigates ten thousand mu with spirit spring water. When the transmigrated heroine finally counts down to the day of returning to the city, she finds the husband who should have been divorced gently cradling Serena Whitmore’s waist, his gaze tender: “Take it slow—our little one’s kicking again?” And that spirit-spring pocket dimension she’d marked out so early? It’s long since become Serena Whitmore’s personal warehouse. Nestled in the man’s arms, Serena Whitmore flashes the heroine a lazy smile: “Sorry, darling—” “I rewrote your script.”