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Ashes
A person tortured by nightmares seeks help and searches for his past life in order to escape from the dream. When cognition and reality conflict, which one is the reason for existence? Perhaps only the brain is left running, and the true self has returned to where it belongs, so what is beyond belonging? When body and soul conflict with each other, which one is the root of existence? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imit
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Terror Resurrection: Another "I"
My name is Baize, and I have the same name as the legendary beast "Bai Ze" in the world where I live. But I was a pure atheist until— Late one night, I woke up from a nightmare and found myself leaning against the head of the bed. The moonlight hit the floor, and the mirror next to the foot of the bed reflected my shadow. Yes, the shadow, "I" in the mirror is dark below my head, and the only prominent part is: my face. My face. I touched myself and seemed to understand something. Forgot to menti
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Terror Resurrection: the System Fails at the Beginning
The young man sat on the ground, expressionless. The bonfire nearby was crackling. Systems appear, systems fail, systems disappear. Only a minute after the system appeared, it was intercepted by an unknown creature and issued a warning to Shu Di: "Zizzizi... Zi-no cheating, otherwise... You will be responsible for the consequences! Hehehehe..." This is when a voice suddenly emerged from the bottom of my heart: "Is this the world a hundred years after the resurgence of terror?" This novel and its
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God of Many Faces
The shackles firmly trapped the man, but he didn't resist. He just kept his head down and remained silent. "Why did you push the 'god' into the abyss!?" The opponent's eyes were split open and he roared at him. The man raised his head calmly: "His foot slipped." "Nonsense!" "He is so far away from the abyss, how could he die..." Ling retracted her sword, and the man covered his chest in fear and fell to his knees with a thud. Blood dyes the earth red. "Don't say that. If you are so close to the
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Supernatural: Human Blood Steamed Buns Cannot Be Eaten
Yellow star. My girlfriend Xiaobai stood up for the weak, but was killed by someone with ulterior motives. Onlookers clapped and applauded, trolls distorted the facts, Internet celebrities maliciously tried to gain popularity, and the evil theory of victim guilt reappeared. The world-weary Qingming hesitated again and again and opened the door to another world. Since the law cannot protect the weak, Then let death come. The "Third World" has begun. Ants. This novel and its characters are purely
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Happy Life of Little Milk Dragon
A low-level little miscellaneous dragon born in the *root, changed his destiny against the will of heaven, experienced various difficulties and obstacles, and finally became the dragon lord who reigned in all the worlds, and then lived a happy and happy life. In the process of growing up, one realizes the great truth, and finally takes the initiative to reach nirvana, leaving a clone in the world. The true body achieves the supreme intention and becomes a part of the laws of the world. It will n
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Supernatural: 9527 Life and Death Game
For Huang Xing in the 22nd century, the last thing he should do is start a global test. Paleo craze. Countless antiques have been brutally murdered, and things that should not be touched have also been dug up: The horror left over from ancient times—— Pandora's Box! People thought that technology in ancient times was not as advanced as it is now, but it turned out that they were wrong! Pandora, who lost the rune suppression, gradually revealed her darkness. The nature of darkness: The "life and
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Supernatural: Are Human Blood Steamed Buns Delicious, Scumbags?
Yellow star. People say that this is a civilized era. However, when his girlfriend Xiaobai spoke up for the vulnerable female body, while she was away, everyone turned into primitive people at a glance, and their mean faces were aimed at this weak girl. There was a lot of scolding on the Internet, but in reality there were people pointing fingers. It seems that in this era of developed Internet, it is so easy to destroy a person. "Hahaha, what does it matter to me if she dies? Do you blame me fo
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Terrorist Resurgence: Amnesia at the Beginning, System Failure!
In ancient myths and legends, countless gods have been praised by people for generations. There is Nuwa who created man and patched up the sky, Pangu who created the world, Buddha who saved all sentient beings, God who is omnipotent, and Cthulhu who sleeps in terror... Different believers believe in different gods. However, there is one god who is the opposite of almost all the gods. No one knows His identity. To life, He represents destruction. ——"The Lord of Destruction"! An existence more ter
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Nameless Town
On the day of moving, Wu Ming found an old wooden box in a small garage that had accumulated a lot of dust. It was as big as two palms and the lock on it was already rusty. He couldn't remember when it was placed, so he subconsciously wanted to shake it to hear the sound: maybe it was the treasure he had put in before! "Ding-deng-deng!" There was a crisp sound of a silver coin inside. Wu Ming was confused: Did he put a silver coin in the box? Still locked? Just as he was thinking about it, the y
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