Avoid Yandere Constellation - Chapter 122:

The invincible strongman who roams through the city by day and night, a supreme soldier king that moves across the urban landscape.

Well-known Composer Fang Zhao was in the glorious stage of his career, when the Apocalypse arrived; After finally experiencing the bitter difficulties of a thousand dangers, when the Apocalypse was simmering down to an end, he collapsed; When he opened his eyes, he was reborn in a New World, 500 years after the end of the apocalypse, in the body of a student who had been dumped barely after graduation, who had been cheated of his hardwork barely after he started working…

The World of the Future, Virtual Idols PK Real Idols

“Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of.” —Fang Zhao

Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner’s dreams.

Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

- Description from Novelupdates

The number one bachelor of the city, Qin Nanyu, has a mini-me son who's a prodigy. They hate each other.Qin Nanyu's biggest wish is to have an adorable daughter.One day, his wish suddenly became true --“Baba, can I be a model and make money?” The money-obsessed little princess asked.“Of course.”“Baba, can I go on TV shows and make money?”“Of course.”“Baba, can I sell you for money?”Qin Nanyu: “...”Baby, if I gave you all of my money, can you sell your mom to me?One sentence synopsis: Boy-girl twins... one plus one. Read on to see how the alpha billionaire pampers his wife and kids!

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”