MTL - This Uchiha is Too Cautious - Chapter 701 Information on Otsutsuki Type 1

I thought being laid off from my job was the greatest of my worries but I just had to wake up in a ship's cockpit after my space game crashed. Now I have no map, no friends and no money.But that's ok, I've started from the bottom before! With my starter ship I will scour through space as a Mercenary and maybe even start up a Mercenary Company while I'm at it! This ain't my first rodeo in space after all!Except... Apparently my crew members are weird?The guy who bumped into me yesterday was found sliced up and floating outside the space station.The girl who tried to honeytrap me was reported missing with only a finger found in an alley.And then that merchant who scammed me had his entire ship blasted into bits by unknown vessels the very next day.Some people say my crewmates were behind it but they must be mistaken, right?I only know one thing for sure...In space, no one can hear you scream...

People got a planet in the beginning and what to do with it was up to them.Wang Yi, a young man in the 21st century, coincidentally transmigrated into a world where everyone had the opportunity to awaken a planet.The larger the diameter of the planet, the more advanced the energy transformed, and the more powerful the civilization created.Some people obtained the planet's energy as “ Martial True Qi” and used the creation sandbox to create a martial civilization, and the people on the planet were all martial artists.Some people get the planet's energy as “Immortal True Energy” and use the creation sandbox to create an immortal civilization, and the people on the planet were all cultivators!Some people obtained the energy of the planet as “Fighting Qi”, and used the creation sandbox to create the civilization of Fighting Qi, and people on the planet are all fighters!Some people obtained the energy of the planet as “Soul Power”, and used the creation sandbox to create the Soul Path Civilization, and the people on the planet were all Soul Masters!...Everyone was struggling to evolve a magical civilization system.Wang Yi, however, used his past life memories to start evolving an “Primordial” civilization!“Your world-extinguishing laser cannon is powerful, but I have the son of the Great Dao, Pan Gu! One axe will reduce your world to naught!”“Your thousands of angels are powerful, but I have three thousand Chaos Demon Gods to beat you in a minute!”“Your army of darkness is awesome, but I have the Buddha's Paramount Sage, who will defeat you in a minute!”“...”This was a story of how the Primordial civilization crushed various transcendent civilizations.

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

She, the tribe leader of the Miaojiang witch tribe, was reborn as a pitiful little girl that everyone could bully.