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“If there were a world in which we were something, an important and imposing existence, yet that same world was the very source of our fears...I ask you, my dear messiah: would you still choose to live in this nightmare?”

Luo Fan ,Luo family's successor the greatest of all.(He is the strongest reborn He has lived for hundreds of millions of lives. has ruled all things many times until countless .With a powerful memory that begins to awaken He has awakened so much power that he controls everything.)

A young addict is introduced to a strange power called "Vril" described as a vital energy to man he will go on a journey learning it's application but there is danger afoot. From the night and even from the day.

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This story combines theatrical absurdity, with a main character who acts as a "shadow" saving the world without ever being recognized. The narrative style is unique, filled with drama, epic battles, and sarcastic humor, highlighting the contrast between a serious magical world and a protagonist who behaves eccentrically yet brilliantly.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?