Everything Was a Mistake - Chapter 37

[Interstellar+Spiritual Power+Pure Romance+Marriage First, Love After+Livestreaming+Gourmet Food+Disguises]Reborn overnight, Qu Tong cried to death; her vast wealth was gone, and she even ended up owing a billion in taxes.Stuck with a cheap husband her cousin didn't want who can't have children? Rarely comes home? And throws in an entire planet to boot?Qu Tong wondered if there could be such good fortune?She carefully guarded her full fertility value, perfunctorily yet sincerely playing the role of a big shot's dainty wife.She grew energy fruits and vegetables, fed them on schedule, and incidentally improved the food for the entire squad by taking care of their home.The Insect Clan attacked, His Highness was injured, ditching class to visit, pah! To check in.His Highness was too aloof; unable to charm him after a long time, she went online searching for strategies and even inquired about how to reasonably inherit all of her husband's wealth in the case of divorce.The next day, Si Yuting glanced at the top search trends, then looked at his guilt-ridden dainty wife and laughed, “That's difficult, considering I'm just divorced, not dead.”Well-behaved and clever in front of others, behind their backs she did nothing of the sort.When her shop was reported, she cursed everyone who dissed her in the comment section one by one and blocked them all, leaving the netizens stunned: “Who taught her to curse like that?!!”In the academy competition, the enemy lacked honor, ganging up to bully the weak; Qu Tong pulled out a potion, directly turned the tables, and kicked them all out of the competition—no one can play me for a fool.When encountering a Star Thief, Qu Tong reassured everyone, ”Don't panic, I'll go reason with them.“ Then she single-handedly drove her mecha, cornering the Star Thief: “This is a robbery, hand over everything valuable.”...One day.Qu Tong, holding her medical report, asked, “If I say I can reproduce asexually, would you believe me?”“Guess.”

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BLURB> He was reborn by mistake. Raised with purpose. Loved by a god. Worshipped by monsters. And the galaxy doesn’t stand a fucking chance.Irvine’s soul took one wrong turn through the wheel of karma and woke up in a body grown by an intergalactic hivemind goddess with boundary issues and galaxy-sized ambition. Now he’s the golden child of a psychic swarm that feeds on control and burns whole worlds for affection.With Crystal at the helm, warriors like Kimchi, relic-weapons like Kiya, and a council of psionic horrors eager to call him king, Irvine must choose what kind of god he wants to be.Because when a hivemind learns to love......it doesn’t know when to stop.The universe will kneel—or get devoured trying.SYNOPSISIrvine didn’t ask to be reincarnated, but the cosmos had other plans. And it didn’t hand him a cheat code or a clean slate—just one random boon, selected by an uncaring divine roulette wheel.Good karma? Bad karma? Balanced as all fuck.Now he's reborn in the body of a psionically tuned alien hybrid, raised from psychic infancy by Crystal, the hivemind queen of a race so advanced they’ve abandoned individuality for shared omniscience. All except her baby boy.Irvine is the singularity inside the swarm, the first soul allowed to think, dream, and desire independently. Trained by warriors like Kimchi, advised by bio-symbiotes like Kiya, loved ferociously by hive sisters like Diane, and shadowed by powers ancient and unnamed, Irvine is both weapon and wielder, saint and sacrifice.But empires don’t run on hugs and handjobs. As Crystal expands her dominion—across star systems and sentient nebulae—Irvine must lead the charge through blood, fire, and psionic flame.His soul is still human. His body? Engineered for extinction. His heart? Not entirely his anymore.