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Alternative Usage of My System
"Horror movies" are "technological screening fields" set up by higher civilizations. Each copy such as Alien Silent Hill and Call of Cthulhu corresponds to a blocked technology tree such as biological armor, reality distortion field, and dimensional weapons. The protagonist is selected to enter, but he does not rely on brute force, but relies on "robust flow" scientific research thinking: he survives in the copy, analyzes the rules, and then "submits" the "black technology blueprint" to the real
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My Immortal Cultivation Simulator Was Watched by the Entire Immortal Cultivation World
This is an idea that combines "simulator" and "live streaming" in an anti-routine way. The simulator of the male protagonist Zhou Xian is not a traditional deduction of the future, but a live broadcast system that can project his simulation process in real time onto the "Tiandao Light Curtain" in the world of immortality. The male protagonist has no idea about this. He thinks that he is just following the process, gaining favor, and collecting the harem. He treats the simulated world as a sandbo
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My Haunted Campus, Starting in 2003
Chen Mo, an office drone who spent years battling his way through the corporate world, wakes up one day reborn as a thirteen-year-old middle school freshman in 2003. Before he can enjoy his youth, he discovers that he’s at the very bottom of the “school food chain.” The school bully has him in his sights, and he’s about to face the same bleak start as in his previous life. But this time, everything is different. To his horror, Chen Mo discovers that this seemingly ordinary town middle school cha
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Hong Kong Alley: A Potful of Everyday Life
Shanghai, 1993. Neon lights flicker on in the depths of the longtang alleyways. Li Hao, a forty-year-old chef who has made nothing of his life, dies in a car accident. When he wakes up, he has returned to the summer he was eighteen: the summer he failed the college entrance exam, had no money, and was seen by his whole family as a good-for-nothing. This time, he has only two hundred yuan, sewn by his mother into the hem of his clothes, but his mind holds three decades’ worth of culinary expertis
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