Transmigration with QQ Farm - Chapter 41

Caelen died doing what he loved most: playing survival games non-stop like a sleep-deprived goblin. Unfortunately, dying in your chair from gaming overload isn’t exactly what you’d call a dignified exit. Even God laughed at him.But lucky for Caelen, or maybe unlucky, he gets a second chance in the world of his favorite survival game. It’s a brutal fantasy realm full of monsters, magic, swords… and absolutely zero indoor plumbing.Armed with only a stone pickaxe, a limited-use “Google Brain” search skill, and the stubbornness of a man who once built a Minecraft mansion out of dirt, Caelen sets out to survive. But surviving isn’t enough he wants to upgrade the world. Electricity? Toilets? Toasted bread? Why not all three?As he fends off nighttime horrors, awkwardly crafts furniture, and tries to avoid becoming monster chow, Caelen has one mission: bring modern convenience to a medieval world, one ridiculous invention at a time.And maybe, just maybe… not die again in a chair.[System Notes:No Ntr, No Yuri(gl), No Yaoi(bl)]

“Han… Yi Jin? The dual-class loser villain bastard, Han Yi Jin?”Han Yi Jin had reincarnated as an insignificant villain in a male-oriented modern fantasy novel.Han Yi Jin, the small-fry villain who hung around the main character, Kang Yoo Hyun, and died at the beginning of the story.“Aren’t you acting a little strange today?”“What’s strange? F*ck off if you don’t have any business with me.”To avoid suspicion, he acts like Han Yi Jin from the original story. This rather attracts the attention of the gongs, and Yi Jin is looked upon with suspicion.[Synchronisation is complete.] Shake the Catnip (S): All stats of the designated opponent +20%In the meantime, he had acquired the “Catnip Skill” from nowhere.Because of this skill, which becomes more effective the higher the intensity of the skinship, Yi Jin begins to attract the obsession and interest of the other characters…“I love it when you curse.”“Hyung, would you like to go out on a date with me?”“You wouldn’t think of that if I cut off at least one of your legs.”“Keep running away like that. I’m curious how far you can go.”These crazy bastards are obsessed with me.“Why are you all staring at me with those eyes? Get the f*ck out of here, you crazy bastards!”Will Yi Jin be able to escape safely from the clutches of the gongs?Will he be able to escape death?

Shu Wan, the most outstanding daughter of a high-status family from a feudal dynasty, travels a thousand years into the future, becoming the new lady of the Fu family in the capital.------Her husband in name has gone overseas to explore markets, leaving behind a rebellious son whose name resounds throughout the capital.------Upon first meeting, the rebellious son speeds past on a motorcycle with his silver-white hair flying, “Isn't that my stepmother who's 6 years older than me? Skinny arms and legs, but with grand ambitions.”Before he finishes, Shu Wan leaps up and plucks him off the motorcycle with one hand, “Watch your mouth.”------Fu Yang is consistently at the bottom of his grade, especially with his Chinese language scores never passing 50.Shocked by his atrociously written exam papers, Shu Wan asks, “Are you even Chinese?”Fu Yang is defiant, “Aren't you a dimwitted academic failure yourself, what right do you have to criticize me?”Yet the next second, as Shu Wan smoothly writes down 'Ancient Prose Paragon' with a brush, it's Fu Yang's turn to be astonished.Isn't she a walking dictionary?------Fu Siyu returns from his overseas expansion earlier than expected, thinking he would come home to chaos.However, upon entering the door, he sees the usually defiant Fu Yang sitting obediently practicing his calligraphy with a perfect score exam paper beside him.And his reputedly timid wife, in a sleek black high-slit dress, confidently struts to the music, drawing the attention of everyone.But none of that is the focal point. The focus is on Fu Siyu's gaze, sharp as a knife, directed toward the dance partner's hand resting on Shu Wan's lower back, “Let go.”Note: The son is not the biological child of the male lead.