Rise of the Cosmic_Emperor - Chapter 18 - Drastic Measures

A Russian economics expert had been making money through long-short strategies during the Russia-Ukraine war. Despite his economic success, he felt deep regret about Russia's historical mistakes. He wrote on his blog that “Russia has been on the wrong path since the 19th century,” critically analyzing Russia's history. Then, remarkably, he traveled back in time to 1891 and found himself in the body of Russian Crown Prince Nicholas II during his visit to Japan.

A young man playing games in his basement is struck by a mysterious bolt of lightning, killing him instantly. However, he wakes up in the body of a disgraced young lord, now tasked with managing a ruined, crumbling kingdom. With no experience and a tarnished reputation to overcome, his future seems bleak.Fortunately, he possessed the Omnishop System, a mysterious tool that enabled him to purchase skills and supplies as well as upgrade his existing skills using points. Rebuilding the kingdom is no easy feat, but Alexander has his sights set on more than just survival.With ambition burning in his heart, he dreams of ruling an empire, if he can survive the challenges ahead.

Sick white cat princess x drama spiritual doctor concubine, 1v1
The daily life of cats that attack and pet each other

In the fifth year of Liu Fenyun’s passage, she became the concubine who was sent to a foreign country for marriage.
On the night of the wedding, she found out that her new wife was actually a big white cat!

just married
Liu Fenyun, who has never raised a cat: This is too much of a test for me.

one day after marriage
Staring at the white cat princess who was waiting for the good night, Liu Fenyun suddenly asked, “Your Highness, can you turn into a cat and let me rub your hair?”
Princess White Cat: “…”
She kicked the cat slave off the couch.
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After taking the seventh princess who died of illness, the big demon Lianyi became a “sick cat”——
Both physically and mentally ill, like a glass hedgehog, extremely fragile, but anyone who dares to approach will be wounded with blood by her sharp thorns.

She hated the human race, and she hated it to the core, but she didn’t expect that the king would give her a marriage on paper and let her marry a foreigner who came to marry.

Lianyi wanted to start a killing spree, but the concubine who lifted her red hijab was actually a girl disguised as a man. He smiled at her at every turn, and kissed her softly, making her unable to do anything.
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The little concubine is a genius doctor who takes medicine to cure the disease. Lianyi took the medicine she prescribed and gradually recovered her body, but she lost her heart and went crazy.

– This is her medicine, her sugar, her destination.

“Your life is mine.”
“Don’t betray me.”
“Don’t touch other cats.”
“otherwise……”

“Okay, okay.” The little concubine pinched the cat’s paw she raised with a gentle smile, “Your Highness Duyi.”

【Introduction to the pit】
1. The system uses soy sauce, the main emotion.
2. The white cat princess is a sick and weak girl.
3. The world view is an overhead ancient, the former and middle periods are dominated by the palace, and the latter period is dominated by fantasy.
4. There is a sub-cp plot.

The cover is set for the protagonist, thanks to the artist @yemiao not eating carrots

Content tags: A soft spot for crossing time and space system cute pet
Search keywords: Protagonist: Liu Fenyun, Lianyi ┃ Supporting roles: Luo Binglun, Yu Qingyue ┃ Others: If you have bought Volume 6 and haven’t read it, or if you haven’t bought it yet, don’t read it, the entire Volume 6 will be reset. Change a chapter to replace a chapter, the fate and identity of some supporting characters will change, and the plot of the abusive will also change. If the guest officer is still reading, please stop for a while and wait until I finish it.
One sentence introduction: His Highness the cat always wants me to suck her
Conception: Hanging the pot to help the world, both mind and body heal

- Description from novelbuddy

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.