Chaotic Craftsman Worships The Cube - CH827

Xu Shiyan was reborn back to forty years ago, the second day of his wedding.

Shui Lingling’s daughter-in-law has just entered the house, and everything is off to the best start.

Farming, hunting, going to the mountains to dig a big ginseng, life in the 1970s was actually quite good.

I didn’t have much skill in my previous life, and I don’t have any grand wishes in this life. I just want to live a good life with my daughter-in-law and cultivate my daughter into a talent.

The eldest daughter likes to write, so let her take the Chinese department of a key university.

The second daughter likes to sing and dance, and the art school is good.

As for that bastard son, the prodigal son, he didn’t have a chance to stuff it back into his mother’s belly in his previous life, so he just wanted to be born in this life.

But why are some things different?

- Description from novelbuddy

At the beginning of the 21st century, twelve reincarnations shattered the void and returned to their hometown.

They preach the world and reopen the space of reincarnation.

Then……

“The Republic of East Asia announced that it will fully implement a five-year spell casting and twelve-year simulation mage training policy.”

“The Republic of East Asia has announced a new change in the marriage law, making it legal to marry someone you call upon after meeting the adulthood conditions of your respective race.”

“The Republic of East Asia announced that the East China Military Region No. 1 Mobile Armor Brigade was established, and the special humanoid mecha “Gundam” officially joined the campaign.”

“Congratulations from the United Kingdom on this, the upper hero Arturia Pendragon will visit Shanghai next month”

“In the far east of Japan, the ignition of the wave engine failed, or seek energy assistance from the East Asian Republic.”

“Space cracks have been discovered in the Chernobyl region, alien creatures have ravaged the Chernobyl region, and the Russian Defense Forces have entered the battle.”

Four years after twelve reincarnators changed the world, Li Ping entered his own battlefield for the first time.

PS: Although the introduction is like this… but in fact it is written about two thorns + machine battle + movie + mythical stew…

- Description from novelbuddy

The cousin that Jing Huan has been closest to since he was a child was labelled as “the other woman” in a certain popular online game: only after devoting herself did she know that the other party was a jerk with a girlfriend.

After several days of being bullied online by people in the game, his cousin went abroad in a fit of anger and sorrow.

Jing Huan couldn’t take this lying down; he decided to take revenge for his cousin using the same method as that guy – buy a character in game and kill that slag guy thousands of times online.

With his strength and skill as the Great God when the game was first launched, wouldn’t he be able to kill that guy and force him to quit the server in minutes?!

He went online, eager to fight, but made a discovery after conducting a round of investigations — this slag guy was the number one DPS server-wide, number one on the expert ranking list, number one on the wealth ranking list, number one on the popularity ranking list, and number one on the fame ranking list.

Conclusion: Can’t screw him over.

Jing Huan felt despondent. He was just about to give up when he personally witnessed his dormmate’s online relationship end right after meeting each other in real life. The other party had sent fake photos and changed their voice, and had even cheated him of his money, triggering his dormmate so much that he was almost admitted to a hospital.

Jing Huan felt enlightened as a sudden realisation dawned on him. After comforting his roommate, he moved the high-priced voice changer back to his rented house overnight.

- Description from Novelupdates

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.