Gojo Satoru BG Fanfic: Head of the Family Satoru x Chinese Girl (Opposite Characters Included, Slightly Realistic and Humorous, Not a Sassy Story) Arranged Family Marriage + Love After Arrangement + Raising Children and Fighting Monsters

This story is a crossover of anime: Jujutsu Kaisen, Under One Person, and Detective Conan. Given that the worldview and battle logic of JJXX are basically broken, this story adopts the worldview of Under One Person. The sorcerers can be regarded as supernatural beings. However, the main setting of this story is still Tokyo. Not having read Under One Person will not affect your reading experience.

(Many personal interpretations: After all, the original manga provides very little information about the Gojo family, and this novel is set in the Gojo family.)

Warning: 1. The female lead's abilities are not combat-oriented (⌒▽⌒). Those who are looking for a dual-strong character may be disappointed, but the female lead is invincible as a support: healing + mana regeneration + control + interference. She can heal herself and others. Give her a main DPS character, and she can achieve godlike results.

2. The female lead and Gojo Satoru will have a child. The daughter will be classmates with Conan and Ayumi, and will be involved in some plot points from "Detective Conan".

3. The characters in the novel are basically crawling in the shadows. The male lead is insane, the female lead is slightly autistic, the first male supporting character loves another man's wife, the second male supporting character loves his sister, and the third male supporting character secretly has feelings for his friend's wife... Morally depraved, everyone is insane... Even the child of the male and female leads is not a normal person.

When Wei Nanxun opened her eyes, she was back in the year she came of age.

According to her memory, she, as an illegitimate daughter, was chosen by the Crown Prince because of her outstanding appearance and became a concubine accompanying her elder sister in the Eastern Palace.

She seemed to be favored, serving the Crown Prince every night. But the Crown Prince only treated her as a plaything, tormenting her without any pity, and she was also used by her elder sister as a tool to compete for favor.

She died on an autumn night in the fourth year of her marriage, and no one cared about her; her death was gruesome.

Having been given a second chance at life, she wanted to stay far away from all these people and go back to her old house in the countryside to live a leisurely life. By chance, she saved a poor schoolteacher.

She healed his wounds, he taught her to read and write, and chased away the local hooligans. The two developed feelings for each other, and she even considered having him marry into her family.

She had finally saved up ten silver ingots as a betrothal gift, ready to discuss marriage with her future husband, when he arrived with his men. She panicked...

Dreaming of returning to Chang'an, the Xuanwu Gate was stained with blood, and the depths of the Taiji Palace were filled with endless sorrow. The resounding words "The people are the water, the ruler is the boat" still echoed across the land of Chang'an, but the iron hooves of foreign tribes once again trampled through the Jade Gate Pass. How can this hatred be satisfied?

What kind of fury must Li Shimin, lying in his tomb, have uttered upon witnessing the suffering of his people? He pounded on the railings, only to see the land sinking into ruin!

My heart was filled with frustration, and I wished I could cross the river of history, pluck stars from the sky, grasp the sun and moon, and turn the world upside down.

So be it. I hear ghostly cries and the autumn rain pattering outside the window. I'll cut a worn-out pen and continue the story of the glorious Tang Dynasty, removing the dark parts. My Tang Dynasty has no sorrow, only the heroic spirit of war, emperors with the ambition to swallow the sun and moon, fierce generals who have fought countless battles, scholars in high hats and wide belts, gentle and virtuous empresses, loving fathers and filial sons, and a prosperous era that continues. This is my Tang Dynasty, my "Tang Brick".

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[Slightly depressing, 1v1 with a twist, slightly angsty but sweet] She's an agent, an idol, and once the "older brother." Now, she can only disguise herself as a man, struggling to maintain the last vestiges of her brotherly dignity. Until... she sees her younger sister standing in front of her, holding an exaggerated support sign, her eyes sparkling. She's dumbfounded. I'm your older brother!

The new book has been released; those interested can visit the author's homepage.

As a veteran of the quick transmigration world, An Jingzhi's mission is to change the lives of those whose lives have been ruined by scumbags.

Note: This isn't about saving scumbags! [Some worlds have couples/couples.]

First, scum who, on the road to escape famine, disregarded the lives of their parents and exploited the entire family to the point of exhaustion.

He became a founding hero in a world of famine.

II. The gigolo who subjected a popular idol to long-term emotional abuse

The scumbag boyfriend personally orchestrated and helped his popular celebrity wife become a movie queen.

III. The Wandering Knight Who Abandoned the Saintess

Become a master of scientific weapon crafting in the world of cultivation.

IV. Ungrateful Wolves in Historical Fiction

The ungrateful wretch in the historical novel becomes a great scientist

V. Time Travelers Who Intruded into History

I was the Imperial Advisor in ancient times

VI. Scum of the Infinite World

Become a big shot in the infinite world

VII. Prodigal Sons of the Republic of China

Let's uncover the men behind the nation.

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College students in the 1980s who swindled all the hard-earned money from blind dates

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The best farm boy in ancient times

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In the 1970s, people relied on their parents and children for financial support.

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The wasteful and dissolute prince

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Giant babies who live off their parents are national treasures

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I'll write down whatever comes to mind, in no particular order.

...further details to be determined...

1. Soothing and refreshing breeze

2. The technological rules mentioned in the article lack logic and need not be investigated further.

3. All historical events are fictional, with a significant amount of personal interpretation.

Reading Tip: The first few stories lack writing experience; you can start reading from the later ones.

A Chinese man, a typical nerdy guy, tragically died while sailing through the Bermuda Triangle, but his journey transported him to pre-World War II Europe. Thereafter, history took a dramatic turn. Messerschmitt aircraft filled the skies above the British Isles, and the Iron Cross flag flew over the walls of Moscow. Zhang Chengtian stood before a crowd of reporters, a broad smile on his face: "We will bring justice to the world."

I unexpectedly traveled to the late Eastern Han Dynasty, but... why is this so different from the history books? Back then, the Han Dynasty was a land of galloping horses and cavalry on the grasslands, haunted by ghostly figures at midnight; serpent monsters lurked in deep pools, and fox spirits roamed the mountains; powerful families monopolized magic, and the Han emperor and princes transformed into dragons. Ten thousand demons, all carrying Han Dynasty green cards, proclaimed how powerful their empire was. Millions of people donned yellow turbans, wielding thunder and lightning, calling themselves the Thunder Warriors of the Yellow Heaven, and establishing thirty-six war generals across the nine provinces to lead the Yellow Turban Rebellion. From the Taihang Mountains to the seven commanderies of Jingzhou, they caused rivers to boil, destroyed cities, and set the empire ablaze. I wonder if half of the war generals will betray the Yellow Heaven someday. Okay, a little strange is a little strange, but... why are all these renowned figures from the late Han and Three Kingdoms periods all women?

Man's first requirement is to live, the second is still to live, and the third is still to live… In certain circumstances, living becomes a luxury. In hell, we look up at heaven, reaching out our hands. Though we cannot touch heaven, we can at least get closer to it. We sing in hell, we give thanks in hell, we love in hell, we kill in hell. We embrace each other with tears in our eyes, then plunge daggers into each other's chests, not for anything else, but for that faint, almost imperceptible gratitude. The world of the Song Dynasty is my bondage, and also my sky. Only birds that soar in flight understand the meaning of the sky. The Emperor said—"Lend me a corner of the royal mansion, so you and your child may find refuge." Tie Xinyuan said—"I will repay a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude, but you cannot ask for anything. Whatever reward I give you, you must accept it." I may be smarter than all of you. In a sense, I am a prophet, I am a philosopher, I am a god!

After marriage, Zi Qianmo's life became incredibly simple: dual cultivation, dual cultivation, dual cultivation... endless dual cultivation! "Husband, I feel you're becoming more and more shameless." "What's a face? Can you eat it?" "Yes!" "Come, let your husband taste your face." "..." She, on the surface, is the seventh young lady of the Prime Minister's mansion, but in reality, her body is the soul of Bai Ze, the King of Ten Thousand Demons, who has transmigrated; he, on the surface, is a cold and aloof guard, but in reality, he is a cunning and secretly passionate imperial prince. When Bai Ze appears, the emperor arrives. He who possesses Bai Ze will rule the world. He is the one she chose.