Novels Where the Author's Lifespan Is on the Line

401 玩 Players, Please Respect Yourself. My Brother Is Not a Game Bug. Happy Without Saying a WordEastern Fantasy1.2M WordsCompleted 12kReads8.7Score2.1kShelves

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The eldest brother is so evil that he even kills himself when he is right. He is against the routine and has no CP. It is very funny.

403 快 Quick Travel: the Yandere Villain Is Always Coveting the Host Tsukino Funa1.6M WordsCompleted 16kReads9.5Score1.9kShelves

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I watched it a year ago and followed it for 3 months. I originally thought it was over. But in the past few days, Tomato suddenly reminded me to update it.

404 瘸 Cripple? No, No, No, You All Have to Kneel Down and Call Me Sir. Mo Bai 1Historical1.4M WordsCompleted 16.1kReads8.2Score1.2kShelves

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There is no time-travel orthodox plot, the layout is broad, and the writing is simple but powerful.

405 高 Gao Wu: Don't Mess with Her, She Can Never Be Beaten to Death Big Clock for Hot PotModern Romance864k WordsOngoing 15kReads9.2Score1.6kShelves

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The portraits of Gao Wu and the heroine are enlarged, no cp, very good-looking. It's just that the author is too slow to update, and it took me a long time to save just a few chapters. But it's very interesting, and the subject matter is very novel. This should be the one about high martial arts women. I haven't found any others yet.

406 刚 As Soon as I Broke Out of My Shell, the 700-Meter-Long Dragon Stared at Me. Golden Rice GrainsEastern Fantasy8.2M WordsCompleted 63.1kReads9.3Score6.1kShelves

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The series started in 2022 [smile], and it is still being serialized. It has only been three years. Please believe that the author can continue to persevere [smile]

407 我 I Stirred the Heartstrings of Great Gods in the Wilderness Nanyin Sauce.Ancient Romance204k WordsOngoing 1.1kReads8.5Score103Shelves

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I don't know why, the author just doesn't update [laughing] It's been a long time since the last update, but it still shows that it's being serialized.

411 我 I Was Peeking at Her and She Was Peeking at Me Singing Evening Among the Pines7k WordsCompleted 1.8kReads9.0Score—Shelves

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The plot is compact, the laughs are dense, and it's super fun to watch.

412 破 After Dawn Happy Land Earth Earth EarthEastern Fantasy381k WordsOngoing 605Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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I wrote it myself, I hope you can give me some suggestions, thank you very much🙏

414 大 Ming Inheritance Thief of TimeHistorical6.5M WordsCompleted 316.2kReads9.4Score38.1kShelves

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1️⃣The protagonist has passed away. Please read Chapter 64 for details. Types of double male protagonists. 2️⃣The author's homepage has been written. Genre: Anime derivative. The protagonist's IQ is online.

416 直 Live Broadcast of People's Livelihood: Please Invite the Next Victim! SighUrban928k WordsOngoing 24.9kReads9.4Score2.7kShelves

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My other account started to be updated in January last year [smile]

419 默 Silent Sword Longevity Gentle Breeze and DrizzleEastern Fantasy803k WordsOngoing 2.5kReads9.3Score326Shelves

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Has a lifespan.

420 邪 The Evil God Wants to Be a Human Being, so How Can He Become a True God? Canonical CricketMystery1.2M WordsOngoing 36.6kReads9.4Score4.2kShelves

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The author is too pretentious and has finally taken advantage of it a little bit recently. [Smile]

422 起 Origin Prisoner Star Bear Squatting in the CornerUrban1.6M WordsOngoing 3.9kReads9.2Score193Shelves

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The earth is resurrected and aliens are attacking

424 盗 Stealing Pens: the Days of Working Illegally in the Zhang Family Can't Steam Rice WellMystery2.7M WordsOngoing 25.2kReads9.2Score2.4kShelves

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C The author of "I have never seen stolen pens and became a top player in the industry" was ill and had surgery and has not returned yet.

426 星 Star Iron: Can the Immortal Fox Man Dream of His Old Friend? Two Hundred Sixty-Eight264k WordsOngoing 472Reads7.2Score100Shelves

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From last year's update to this year's, there are almost 100 chapters of irresponsible extras. From daily updates to weekly updates to monthly updates, it once made me scared to death. The author and I live longer than each other [crying]

428 劫 Robbery Furnace Bring a Knife but No Umbrella When Falling into the RainEastern Fantasy185k WordsOngoing 12Reads—Score—Shelves

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Recommended new book: "The Calamity Furnace", respect~ Oriental Fantasy Brain Fantasy #Don't Follow the Old Routine #Robbery Xiuliu Introduction: Cultivation means borrowing debt from heaven, and overcoming calamity means repaying the debt; and there is a furnace in his body, which specializes in cultivating all calamities in the world. In the nine realms of the world, all things need to "borrow the power of heaven" to practice. Every time you break through a major realm, it is equivalent to signing a "debt" to Heaven. When the debt period comes, a disaster will come: if you can carry it over, the debt will be cleared and the state will be solid; if you cannot carry it over, both body and soul will be destroyed, and there will be no chance of reincarnation. Therefore, what monks in the world fear most is not powerful enemies, but calamity. There is not one person out of a hundred who successfully overcomes the tribulation. Every city and every sect has people who specialize in dealing with the funeral affairs of those who fail in the tribulation: the undertakers. They are the people at the lowest level in the world of spiritual practice. They deal with corpses after calamities all the time. Their bodies are stained with the smell of calamity ashes that cannot be washed away, and are considered unlucky. Chapter 1 The Embalmer It was dusk in Luojie Town, and the sky was gray. It's not as gray as a cloudy day, but like an old iron plate that has been smoked thousands of times by calamity fire, weighing heavily on the ridge of the roof. The mortuary shop at the east end of the town has no signboard, and only has a piece of dead willow planted on the lintel: everyone within a hundred miles radius knows that the place where the dead willow is planted is where the dead are collected. Shen Du was squatting on the ground, wiping Blacksmith Wang's face with a piece of linen cloth. It's said to be a face, but actually it doesn't look much like a face anymore. Three days ago, Blacksmith Wang broke through the calamity-inducing realm in his backyard. The calamity fire poured in from the Tianling Gai and burned all night. By the time the neighbor opened the door, his whole body had been reduced to black coals, with only the family heirloom on his chest still embedded in his flesh, proving the identity of the deceased. "Boy Shen, wipe it clean." Wang Dashi, the son of Blacksmith Wang, stood at the door, dressed in filial piety, but his tone was not very sad, but more impatient, "My father has been very decent in his life, don't let him leave in an ugly way." Shen Du did not raise his head. His fingers were steady, and he used a damp cloth to wipe away the burnt dead skin little by little, revealing the texture underneath that had not yet been completely charred. Ordinary undertakers would not dare to touch the corpses that failed to survive the tribulation: the remains of corpses after the tribulation are often lingering with the lingering tribulation energy, and if they get even a little bit, they will be sick for half a month. But Shen Du is not afraid. He has been doing this business with his master since he was eight years old. He has handled thousands of robbed corpses, and his body has long been stained with the smell of robbed ashes that cannot be washed away. People in the town said that he had a tough life and was capable of calamity. Only Shen Du himself knew that it wasn't because of fate, but because he could see it. He could see the dissipating crimson fire on Blacksmith Wang's body. The fire was not burning on the flesh, but on the remaining traces of the soul, like a dark red snake, loosening up little by little. Ordinary people can't see anything. They only feel chills and palpitations when approaching the corpse. But in Shen Du's eyes, the entire mortuary was shrouded in a faint crimson halo. This is his secret. He could see Zed. For as long as he could remember, Shen Du could see something hanging above everyone's head. For ordinary people, it is a gray fog, so light that it is almost invisible; for practitioners, the fog is thicker and darker; and when it comes to transcending tribulations, the fog will suddenly shrink and burn, turning into tribulation fire, tribulation thunder, tribulation wind, all kinds of things, all deadly things. He had reminded Blacksmith Wang. Three days ago, under the old locust tree at the entrance of the town, he looked at the red calamity fire above Blacksmith Wang's head that had condensed into the shape of a sharp claw. He couldn't help but said: "Uncle Wang, the calamity fire above your head is red, and it is very dangerous. Don't break through within three days." Blacksmith Wang spat at him at that time. "You little undertaker, are you cursing me?" Then Wang Dashi rushed out and pushed him staggering, calling him "a disaster born from a crow's mouth." None of the onlookers spoke for him, and looked at him like a piece of unlucky shit. Shen Du has experienced this kind of thing too many times. He stopped talking and lowered his head to continue wiping. Wang Dashi stood at the door for a while, probably feeling that the room was unlucky, so he said, "After wiping, go to Wang Ji's blacksmith shop to get money" and left. The footsteps faded away, and the only sounds left in the mortuary were Shen Du's breathing and the subtle "crackling" sound made when the calamity fire on the body dissipated. When it touched his chest, Shen Du's hand suddenly stopped. Something is wrong. Blacksmith Wang's calamity fire was red, he could see this clearly. But at this moment, in the deepest part of the blackened sternum, where the breast protector pressed, there was a very faint light: not red, but dark gold. The light was too weak, like a firefly in the wind, looming among the remains of the red calamity fire. If it weren't for Shen Du's eyes, no one would have been able to discover it. He frowned, reached out and took off the breast shield embedded in the bone seam. The dark golden light suddenly brightened for a moment. Shen Du's pupils suddenly shrank. It was a ray of fire. Completely different from the crimson calamity fire wrapped around the corpse, this dark golden flame was only the size of a fingernail, floating quietly in the hollow of Blacksmith Wang's scorched sternum. There was a vague shadow inside the flame: like a tripod, but also like a furnace, simple and thick, exuding an indescribable and vast atmosphere. It is not Wang Blacksmith's calamity fire. Shen Du's instinct screamed, telling him not to touch it. He has been an undertaker for nine years and has seen too many strange deaths. He knows what can and cannot be touched. But that dark golden flame seemed to have some kind of magic power. His eyes were firmly attracted, and his body involuntarily moved closer. Just when his face was less than half a foot away from the flame, the flame suddenly trembled. As if it came alive, it turned into a dark golden stream of light and penetrated along the center of Shen Du's eyebrows. "Hmm!" Shen Du groaned, fell backwards, and hit the ground heavily with the back of his head. But he couldn't feel the pain anymore. An indescribable burning heat exploded from the center of his eyebrows, like a sun igniting in his skull, rushing wildly along his meridians. His body arched up, his fingers dug into the mud, and blood oozed from between his fingers. The scorching heat raged in the body for an unknown amount of time, and finally converged to a certain location under the lower abdomen, where is what practitioners call the sea of ​​​​qi. The sea of ​​​​qi of ordinary people is a dead desert, and in Shendu's sea of ​​​​qi, there is something new at this moment. A furnace. It is the size of a palm, dark gold, has three legs and two ears, and the furnace body is covered with dense inscriptions. Shen Du didn't recognize any of those inscriptions, but the moment he saw them, two words naturally appeared in his mind: Robbery Furnace. The dark golden flame burned slowly in the furnace, and the red calamity energy remaining from Blacksmith Wang's body seemed to be pulled by some force. It was drawn along Shen Du's eyebrows, nose, and pores one by one, and was submerged into the calamity furnace. The flames of the calamity furnace suddenly shot up. The calamity fire that once made countless monks talk about it was refined like firewood in the furnace and turned into a ray of extremely pure power, which overflowed from the furnace and slowly flowed into Shen Du's limbs and bones. His body is glowing. This is not a metaphor, there is dark golden light flowing under his skin, like magma running underground. The broken meridians were forcibly widened and reshaped, and the atrophied muscle fibers became firm and strong again under the infusion of power. Even the skin color, which looked pale after not seeing the sun for many years, revealed a warm luster. The whole process lasted about one stick of incense. When the last ray of crimson calamity energy was refined, the flames of the calamity furnace returned to calm, and Shen Du collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. Sweat soaked his clothes, and his whole body looked like he had been fished out of the water. But his eyes were frighteningly bright. Respect^

429 从 The Peach Blossoms Started to Bloom from the Aunt's Advice to the Dormitory Manager. Maplewhisper WritesUrban1.9M WordsOngoing 46.6kReads7.6Score5.6kShelves

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It's so good that you don't get tired of it… it's so cool

430 文 Fumino: I Work as a Healer in Yokohama Chaoyang Enthusiastic Citizens240k WordsCompleted 2.9kReads8.2Score375Shelves

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This one is not, that one cannot be published, this one is quite good, and that one is Tomb Raider: playing the role of the facially paralyzed senior brother and blowing up everything. The author has been missing for more than two years

432 假 I Became a God After Pretending to Be a Noble Scholar's NatureFantastical Romance1.3M WordsOngoing 86.8kReads9.5Score8.9kShelves

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The author of the first book has said that it will be updated since the Chinese New Year, but it is only now that Chapter 14 has been updated. I am really going to make a fuss [laughs]

433 狠 Flirt Hard! the Vixen Bai Yueguang Clings to the Substitute Pear Wine215k WordsOngoing 360Reads8.9Score—Shelves

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Look, look, look, no one will say a word. These two books are written by the same author. The writing style is really good and I can't wait for the update [smile][smile][smile]

434 崩 Honkai Impact: Playing Fu Hua's Journey Through the Ages of China Lingtian Jiuxiao187k WordsOngoing 6.8kReads7.1Score481Shelves

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The author of this book updates it once a month [smile]

436 仙 The Immortal Lord Is Back, What Happened to Qiang Yidian? Luo ShuUrban12.8M WordsCompleted 86.8kReads5.8Score8.3kShelves

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The first book: I had it when I was in elementary school, and now I'm about to graduate from high school. There are great differences between the authors of this book before and after it, but the later world view is grand. The second book: The Fallen King needs no introduction.

437 综 Comprehensive Comic, Start to Become the Lawyer of Reason No Shadow951k WordsOngoing 4.5kReads7.5Score330Shelves

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Just look at the time of the first and last chapters and you will know.

438 他 He Entered a Wealthy Family by Mistake Meow Does Not Kiss Fish4.6M WordsCompleted 8.3kReads9.5Score798Shelves

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Oh my god, these books, especially the first one, have outlived my life [shocked]

439 须 Sumeru Precepts: Rebirth in Sixty Years of Cultivation, Beauty, and Conspiracy for the World Reversal of the Mortal WorldUrban1.1M WordsOngoing 26.6kReads7.4Score3.1kShelves

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[Cool][cool]

440 【 Conani Just Want to Be a Magician Quietly Wan Qisang1.3M WordsOngoing 12.3kReads9.4Score1.2kShelves

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The author of the first book occasionally faked corpses every few years. The second book started at more than 100 chapters and is still unfinished. The third book was about 60 chapters when I first read it, but it is now being serialized. I have been following these three books for several years.

443 我 I Am the Horror Story Wish You HappinessMystery1.6M WordsOngoing 142.4kReads9.6Score16.4kShelves

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Check it out, check it out, The Little Spoon is pretty good, but the author disappeared a few times in the middle, probably about a year later, but it's pretty good. There is also a book called "Travelers, if you have a system, you will definitely become an empress" (I don't know why I can't recommend this book). This book is also very good\(//∇//)\It's just that the author always likes to stop updating. Recently, it is monthly, and it has been almost two months now -_-||It's very hard to wait, and I can only say that I live longer than the author.

446 冒 Passing Myself Off as a Langya Native Eastern Zhou Young Master NanHistorical1.5M WordsOngoing 527.2kReads9.7Score54.5kShelves

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It's not fast, but the quality is great! ! ! Especially the "Jingzhou Rebellion" is super thrilling and requires more brains

447 群 After the Group Meeting, Our Class Went to Shura Field Every Day TheraAncient Romance408k WordsOngoing 3.2kReads9.4Score369Shelves

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🥹Although there are few chapters, the author does not update on time at all. You never know when you will see the next chapter [awkward laugh]

448 斩 Zhan Shen: Don't Mess with Her. There Are Big Bosses Behind Her. Tinglangliu913k WordsCompleted 5.4kReads8.2Score747Shelves

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Isn't Detective Conan a good example? Qingshan Gangchangdu is 62 years old, and Mingke's timeline has only passed half a year. By the way, the following book is really good

450 大 My Freshman Internship: You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters Gaara's SandUrban3.8M WordsOngoing 783.8kReads9.5Score70.3kShelves

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Just look at his word count and chapters.