Becoming an Aeon in Honkai: Star Rail 崩铁成为星神

1. 151 崩 Honkai: Star Rail: Scott's Love Story 崩铁：斯科特的恋爱物语 Schrodinger's Chapter薛定谔的篇Anime Fanfiction123k WordsOngoing My new work is here! You can read it on Tomato Novel. I hope you enjoy it. Your support motivates me to write, and I’ll do my best to tell every story well! 63Reads—Score—Shelves

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   Is it possible to surpass the Star God?

2. 152 穿 Transmigrate into Honkai: Star Rail, but I'm the Cosmic Guide 穿越星穹铁道，但是寰宇引路人 Gazing into the Distance at Dusk远眺望夕Anime Fanfiction100k WordsCompleted [Game Fan Fiction + Spinoff + No System + Not Mindless] This isn’t one person’s power fantasy, but the lives of countless geniuses and the glory and honor they earned by giving their all. As an ordinary person, Zhou Hengtu becomes a witness to it all, a guide through history, and a trailblazer of a different sort. “No. Here, call me Hegemon.” (Honkai: Star Rail fan fiction. Not mindless, doesn’t change the direction of the plot, no female lead, no golden finger, no System...) (Everything is adap 12Reads—Score—Shelves

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   With his initial strength, he challenged the Star God and participated in the Star God War, so there's no need to insist on the title of Star God. He can experience the awe-inspiring power of the Star God and the Honkai up close. Most importantly: Completely sweet and without any angst! Completely sweet and without any angst! Completely sweet and without any angst! No system, no invincibility. The author is lazy and writes very slowly! (The author is here; feel free to message me with any questions (manual sarcasm))

3. 153 崩 Honkai Impact 3rd: Both the Future and the Beginning 崩坏：既为未来，亦为起始 Catfish Fish Sea Moon Zha Chi猫鱼鱼海月咤叱Anime Fanfiction250k WordsCompleted Male-to-female transformation + soul transmigration into the Previous Era + sole heroine Elysia + Herrscher from the start Not exactly invincible, and often gets knocked down only to get back up. … Did you know? There are no two identical leaves in the world. Their shape, color, thickness, size, veins… It’s impossible for all these features to be exactly the same. Why? Is it because the Creator doesn’t pay attention to such trivial matters? Perhaps… it’s because God can’t do it? Even with the m 139Reads—Score—Shelves
4. 154 为 Wishing Honkai: Star Rail a Bright Future 为崩铁的未来献上美好祝福 Wumeng Chao无梦謿Anime Fanfiction1.3M WordsOngoing On a stormy night, eerie laughter erupted throughout the apartment complex. The author had just pulled a fully maxed-out Firefly and laughed so hard the neighbors thought the place was haunted. His mom immediately called the Third Psychiatric Hospital and specifically requested Director Xiang, a specialist in treating gaming addiction. Director Xiang had once been an assistant to the Thunderbolt Fist, and this month he happened to be admitting patient number 250. He personally drove over and es 2Reads6.8Score—Shelves

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   In the future timeline of the Collapsed Iron, Dan Heng shatters the immortal divinity. Chapter 395: Withered Tree Breaks, Reflecting Life and Virtue. The clamor in the arena has subsided. The simulated star river battlefield quietly disintegrates under the will of the Black Tower of the Star God of Intelligence, turning into billions of streams of data light and disappearing without a trace. Zuo Jiang is urgently sent away from the arena for treatment. His last earth-shattering "Illuminating All Rivers" and the chill of the new moon it triggered have become the hottest new variables on the deduction boards of many forces in the universe. In the center of the arena, the avatar of the immortal star god Dan Heng does not immediately dissipate. He stands alone in the core of the arena, which is gradually returning to a blank data space, head bowed in silence. The crack on his chest, left by the power of destruction, has disappeared without a trace, repaired by the more vast immortal divinity. But only he knew that the crack was not merely on the surface of his avatar; like a pebble thrown into a lake, the ripples it created had touched something deeply buried beneath the foundations of his "immortal" destiny. That strike, a mixture of ice and fire, imbued with sacrifice and obsession, and indirectly "enlightened" by the gaze of the Destruction Star God, contained the concept of "reverse immortality," like a tiny yet incredibly resilient poisonous thorn, left within the immortal divinity he bore. It did not destroy the grandeur and stability of "immortality," but for the first time, Dan Heng saw so clearly from the outside, from the perspective of an "opposite," a certain... "Boundary" of "immortality," or rather, a certain hidden "paradox." The puppet of the Wisdom Star God Black Tower silently appeared beside Dan Heng. She did not speak, but simply raised her delicate right hand, her slender fingertips flowing with a pure and vast stream of silver data composed of infinite algorithms and the fundamental formulas of the universe. This data stream was not an attack, but a supreme "key" and "bridge," gently encircling Danheng, constructing a brief yet stable "safe channel" to the inner universe of the Star God. "A 'self-examination' is needed, Immortal Danheng," the Black Tower puppet's voice was calm and undisturbed, yet carried an undeniable rationality. "That crack is not about power, but about 'definition.' Your 'immortality' has been 'defined' from another angle by 'destruction.' The consequences must be clarified by you personally." Danheng did not refuse, nor did he need to speak. He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking inward along the data bridge constructed by the Black Tower, sinking into the vast and boundless inner world belonging to the Immortal Star God. This was not an ordinary soul space or sea of ​​consciousness. This was a realm of concepts, a concrete manifestation of the fundamental law of the universe, "immortality," under the unified will of Danheng (and the countless Dragon Lord inheritances of his predecessors). The sky was an endless, solidified bronze, as if cast with eternal, unchanging epic inscriptions. The earth is a thick, silent, dark black, bearing the foundations and dust of countless civilizations. There is no wind, no water, no life in the conventional sense. Only an omnipresent, heavy, and both comforting and suffocating sense of "constancy" exists. And at the center of the world stands a tree. A tree beyond description in terms of size. Its roots are deeply embedded in the dark earth, each root like a long river traversing history, flowing with the sediment of bygone times. Its trunk is as thick as a mountain, its bark mottled, etched with the marks of billions of years of erosion and countless dragon-shaped runes. These runes seem alive, slowly moving, emitting a low and ancient dragon roar. The crown of the tree opens up the solidified bronze sky, its branches and leaves not green, but displaying a dim, faded bronze-like metallic luster. Each leaf is like a miniature shield, or a solidified star, silently suspended, radiating a faint yet unwavering light of "existence." This is the core manifestation of Danheng's immortal divinity—the Immortal Withered Tree and the Eternal Holy Dragon. It is not truly withered; that "withering" is the withering after witnessing all splendor and returning to silence, the withering after shedding superficiality and reaching the essence. It symbolizes the essence of the "immortal" destiny: enduring countless eons without being worn down, bearing the weight of time without decay, transcending the cycle of birth and death, achieving an absolute, self-defined "eternal existence." Deep within the tree trunk, the deep, eternal dragon's roar is the resonance of this "immortal" will. Danheng's consciousness avatar, in his usual form as a black-haired, black-clad youth, appears before this ancient giant tree. Compared to the giant tree, he is as insignificant as dust. But as he stands here, the giant tree is him, and he is also a part of the giant tree. This should be a harmonious, unified, inseparable inner divine realm. However, today is different. Danheng raises his head, gazing at the trunk of the giant tree. Where his conscious "vision" focused, on a spot on the tree trunk's surface, a tiny, incongruous "odd color" was slowly spreading. It was a small area where the bark was no longer a dull bronze, but rather a strange, mottled mix of dark red and icy blue, as if scorched by flames and then immersed in an icy spring. At the center of the mottled surface, a thin, seemingly new crack was slowly but steadily extending downwards. It was the destructive erosion left by Zuo Jiang's "illuminating all rivers," manifesting as a "lesion" at the core of this immortal divinity. This was not a wound, but a "question," an invasion of "the definition of the other." Dan Heng stared at the crack and the mottled surface, his gaze complex. He could sense two faint yet extremely stubborn "intentions" from there, like poisonous vines, attempting to grow and spread along the veins of "immortality." One is the ultimate, chilling "end" (the chill of the new moon), which questions: Is eternal existence itself a form of solidified death? Does absolute immutability mean abandoning all "possibilities" and becoming a higher form of "nothingness"? The other is a tragic sacrifice, seeking "possibility" in the end (the will of Aurora, transformed by Zuo Jiang), which questions: If immortality exists only for itself, while observing (or even tacitly condoning) countless worlds like Aurora's inevitable destruction and sacrifice due to its "immutability," what is the "meaning" of such "immortality"? Has it become another form of "cruelty"? These two ideas are not powerful in themselves, not even a fraction of the foundation of the immortal tree. But their location and the angle of their questioning point precisely to certain "dark corners" beneath the radiant and indestructible facade of "immortality," perhaps even unthinkable to Dan Heng himself, or intentionally ignored. "Questioning... The meaning and form of one's own existence," Dan Heng murmured to himself. He raised his hand, attempting to smooth the cracks and purify the blemishes with the power of an immortal lord. However, the instant his will touched the "lesion"— "Roar—!!!" The entire withered immortal tree trembled violently! Deep within the trunk, the eternally deep dragon's roar suddenly became high-pitched and furious, filled with the rage of being violated and questioned! No, not the entire tree. It was the divinity of "immortality" itself, the will of the "Eternal Holy Dragon" that embodied the inheritance of countless dragon lords and the sedimentation of billions of years, that sensed even the slightest "shaking" and "examination" from the consciousness of its "master," Dan Heng, caused by external erosion! In the absolute logic of "immortality," it is truth itself, it is meaning itself, beyond question, beyond scrutiny, and even more beyond being "viewed" from the perspective of "the other" (even another version of itself)! Any questioning of "immortality" itself is the greatest betrayal and erosion of "immortality"! "Boom—!" A muffled thunderclap echoed in the bronze-colored sky, and the dark earth began to tremble. The branches and leaves of the ancient colossal tree moved without wind, emitting a piercing metallic scraping sound. On the trunk, apart from the newly formed crack of destruction, countless ancient dragon-shaped runes, originally symbols of the sedimentation of time, now seemed to come alive, transforming into chains shimmering with a cold bronze light. Carrying a terrifying will to suppress eternity and obliterate heresy, they coiled and strangled towards Dan Heng's consciousness avatar from all directions! At the same time, the texture of the colossal tree twisted and bulged, and above the mottled crack of destruction, countless bronze-colored branches and dragon patterns frantically converged and merged, ultimately forming an enormous, cold, and merciless dragon head! The dragon's head was entirely composed of immortal bronze, its eyes two solidified stars burning with eternal cold flames. It "grew" from the tree trunk, looking down upon the insignificant Dan Heng. Its mouth opened, unleashing a roar that shook the entire inner world: "Dan Heng—! I am immortal! I am eternal! You are my master, and also a part of me! How dare you doubt?! How dare you blaspheme the sacred with mortal thoughts?!" This dragon's head was the "manifested will" condensed from the "immortal" divinity itself, the roar of the "Eternal Holy Dragon," the instinctive reckoning of the laws of destiny against the "deviant"! This was not an invasion by an external enemy, but a civil war within the divine realm. It was a fundamental conflict between Dan Heng's individual will as the "bearer" and "walker" and the "immortal" laws of destiny he bore, which had already formed their own logic and were incomparably vast! Dan Heng's expression was solemn, but his eyes showed little surprise, instead a heavy understanding of "as expected." He should have realized long ago that the path to "immortality" becomes increasingly intertwined with oneself the higher one climbs, ultimately leading to a state where man is the Dao, and the Dao is man. However, the "human" aspect is always evolving, always changing, and always generating new reflections due to circumstances. The "Dao," especially the Dao that emphasizes "constancy" and "immortality" like "immortality," often possesses a collective will whose laws are the most stubborn and resistant to any change. "I do not question the existence of 'immortality'," Dan Heng said in a deep voice, facing the approaching bronze chains and the majestic, terrifying dragon head. His voice was not loud, but clear and firm. "I am simply wondering... Does 'immortality' have only one form? Is eternity the only answer? When 'immortality' becomes an observer, witnessing countless worlds struggle and sacrifice themselves under 'destruction' or other fates without any reaction... Is this 'immortality' too... Cold?" "Absurd!" The Eternal Holy Dragon roared, its sound waves transforming into tangible bronze shockwaves that forced Dan Heng to retreat. "Immortality transcends the mortal realm, overlooking the cycle of reincarnation! All beings have their destiny, and destruction is also a part of the cosmic cycle! Our existence is meaning itself! Maintaining our own constancy is the greatest contribution to the universe! You, corrupted by the mere remnants of destruction from the outside world, have become weak and worldly, attempting to measure the supreme principles of the universe with the limited perspective of a mayfly?! You deserve to die!" Before he finished speaking, countless bronze chains had already attacked him. Each chain contained a terrifying power capable of obliterating time and suppressing variables. Once entangled, Dan Heng's consciousness avatar might be dragged directly into the depths of "immortality," completely assimilated and devoured by that immense will of law, losing all "self" thought and emotion, becoming a truly cold and ruthless embodiment of the "immortal" law. Dan Heng's eyes sharpened. He knew there was no turning back now. Either he completely succumbed to the inherent logic of the "immortal" law, erasing all the new thoughts and ripples in his heart caused by the battle at Zuojiang, returning to the absolutely "pure" yet absolutely "solidified" position of the immortal star god; or... He would have to confront the "immortal" divinity that he had carried for countless years and already regarded as one with! Without hesitation, Dan Heng raised his hand, and in the void, the familiar "Cloud-Striking" spear materialized. But at this moment, the "Strike the Clouds" spear no longer flowed with only the immortal radiance of cyan and gold; it also faintly reflected a lingering aura of dark red and icy blue—marks left by external destruction and erosion, which now became the symbol and source of power for his inner "mutation." "My path is not to be a bystander!" Dan Heng roared, swinging his spear to meet the sky full of chains. "I was once a Dragon Lord, I have experienced reincarnation, I have witnessed the suffering of all beings, I have felt the rise and fall of civilizations! If immortality is only for immortality, and loses any warmth beyond 'witnessing,' what difference is there between it and a cold stone? Today, I will use this 'dissenting thought' to question you, 'eternity'!" "Stubborn to the end! Then let your mortal thoughts be buried in the dust of immortality!" The Eternal Holy Dragon roared, its head swooping down, its massive jaws opening as if to devour the entire inner world, along with Dan Heng's "insignificant" dissenting opinion. A great battle erupted in this inner world, symbolizing the root of Dan Heng's immortal divinity! Danheng's spear, agile as a dragon, carries the memories and emotions of countless reincarnations, containing new reflections and questions about "immortality." Each strike attempts to pierce the seemingly flawless logic of immortality. Wherever the spear's light passes, it sometimes transforms into the ever-changing clouds, sometimes into the vibrant flow of a clear spring, and sometimes into a single, unyielding spark—these are all manifestations of the "variables" and "emotions" that are not emphasized, or even deliberately ignored, within the laws of "immortality." The Eternal Holy Dragon, on the other hand, represents the purest, most primal, and most immense power of the laws of "immortality." Its attacks are the weight of history, the erosion of time, the absolute stability of existence relentlessly crushing any "change" or "heresy." The bronze chains transform into the river of time, washing away all things; the dragon's breath is an eternal, cold flame that freezes everything; each claw strike and bite carries the terrifying power to obliterate cause and effect and suppress reincarnation. This is an extremely unequal battle. Even with the power of a Star God, Dan Heng's individual will, faced with the self-consistent, closed-loop law of the "Immortal" destiny accumulated over billions of years, remained like a lone boat in a raging sea. His spear's brilliance was repeatedly submerged by the bronze torrent, his figure repeatedly blasted away by dragon claws, and his avatar of consciousness grew increasingly dim and transparent. But he did not give up. Each time he was repelled, he rose again, the light in his eyes growing ever more resolute. Zuo Jiang's slash, a mixture of sacrifice and destruction, not only left cracks but also served as a mirror, allowing him to see the shadows behind the "Immortal" glory, and to see the warmth and doubt deep within his own heart—a warmth belonging to "Dan Heng," not merely to the "Immortal Star God," that had never truly been extinguished. "I bear immortality, but I refuse to become a cold monument!" Danheng roared hoarsely as he was swept away by the dragon's tail once more, spewing golden light particles from his mouth (his consciousness damaged). "The immortality I seek is the warmth that carries memories, the clarity that witnesses change, and the possibility of 'reflecting' all things within eternity!" "Reflecting?" The Eternal Holy Dragon's attack paused slightly, then erupted with even more intense rage and... A hint of barely perceptible panic? "Absurd! Immortality is immortality, why need to reflect anything else?! You have utterly fallen into heresy! You cannot be spared!" The battle entered its most brutal phase. Danheng almost burned away his own consciousness, pouring all his memories, emotions, doubts, and convictions into his final counterattack. The Eternal Holy Dragon also mobilized the most fundamental power of its immortal divinity, intending to completely obliterate this unruly "heretic." The final showdown took place on the trunk of the immortal withered tree. Dan Heng concentrated all his remaining power into a final point of spear light. Within that spear light, there was no longer any concrete immortal power; instead, it condensed all the joys and sorrows, loves and hates he had experienced on his journey from Dan Feng to Dan Heng, from the Vidyadhara Dragon Lord to the Immortal Star God, and his ultimate question about "immortality"—is immortality merely existing for the sake of "existence"? At the same time, the Eternal Holy Dragon also gathered all the will of immortal laws, transforming it into a pure, almost definitive bronze torrent that seemed to define "existence" itself, crushing down! A tiny point of spear light, yet condensing endless "humanity" and "variability." A vast torrent, yet containing only "divinity" and "constancy." A silent collision. No explosion, no light. Only a silent annihilation and rebirth at the level of laws. In an instant, Dan Heng felt as if his consciousness had been torn into billions of pieces, or as if he had been thrown into an eternal furnace. He "saw" the ancient, withered tree—the Eternal Holy Dragon—that had stood for countless ages, its trunk, crown, and even its roots spreading like a spiderweb from the point of impact with the spear's light! "No—!!!" The Eternal Holy Dragon roared one last time, filled with resentment, rage, and a hint of bewilderment. The next moment, in Dan Heng's shattered consciousness, the ancient tree, symbolizing the ultimate form of his "immortal" destiny, shattered with a deafening crash! Not a break, not a collapse, but like a perfectly crafted piece of glass being broken, it crumbled inch by inch from its very core! Bronze branches turned to ash, dragon-shaped runes vanished with mournful cries, and the heavy trunk cracked and weathered, revealing an interior…utter emptiness. With the shattering of the giant tree, Dan Heng felt the vast, boundless power of his "immortal" destiny, which had always flowed like blood within the very foundation of his being, rapidly receding and withering away like a receding tide. That feeling of being intimately connected with the "constant" laws of the universe, that authority to define his own "eternal existence," was slipping away from him. An unprecedented sense of weakness and emptiness washed over him. He had lost his footing, lost the "definition" of his existence. It was as if he might vanish into nothingness at any moment. His immortal destiny was utterly extinguished. Not destroyed by external forces, but from the depths of his heart as both "walker" and "bearer," due to irreconcilable contradictions and questioning, it disintegrated and collapsed from within. Dan Heng's remaining consciousness hovered in this inner void, now chaotic and colorless due to the shattering of immortality. He felt himself falling, falling towards the complete annihilation of his consciousness. Was it over? Questioning "immortality," ultimately leading to his demise along with "immortality"? Just as his consciousness was about to sink completely into eternal darkness, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared from the center of the shattered remains of the immortal giant tree, from the "mottled crack" that had initially been eroded by the power of destruction, triggering all the changes. It wasn't the color of immortal bronze, nor the dark red and icy blue of destruction. It was a completely new light, indescribable by color. It seemed transparent, yet it seemed to reflect all the colors and forms of the surrounding chaotic void; it seemed empty, yet it seemed to contain all possibilities. This faint light, like a candle flickering in the wind, was incredibly tenacious. It slowly drifted towards Dan Heng's fading consciousness. With his last ounce of strength, Dan Heng reached out and touched that light. In an instant, countless pieces of information and insights, like the first ray of light at the dawn of the universe, surged into his soon-to-be-extinguished sea of ​​consciousness. He "saw" that after the immortal tree shattered, not everything returned to nothingness. The broken branches, leaves, runes, and even the dust of the dark earth and bronze sky that supported the tree... They did not disappear, but transformed into a most primordial, most fundamental "matrix." This "matrix" no longer possessed the mandatory definition of "immortality," no longer adhered to the single form of "constancy." It became the prototype of a... Mirror. A colossal, formless, and omnipresent "mirror." This "mirror" does not define itself. Its existence lies in reflection. It reflects the flow of time, but does not attempt to freeze it. It reflects the cycle of birth and death, but does not attempt to transcend it. It reflects the joys and sorrows of all beings, but does not attempt to intervene or ignore them. It reflects the laws of the universe, including destruction, preservation, knowledge, pleasure… and even all possible new destinies, but does not attempt to become them or to transcend them. It simply reflects everything quietly, objectively, and thoroughly. In this reflection, all things reveal their true form and trajectory. And the act of "reflection" itself endows this "mirror" with a unique existence—a new kind of "divinity" that does not rely on its own inherent attributes, but establishes its existence by "reflecting others"! It does not define its eternity by "immortality," but rather by "reflecting" the changes of all things. After utter shattering and annihilation, after a fierce civil war of doubt and perseverance, at the cost of near self-destruction… a completely new concept of destiny, never before seen in the universe, quietly sprouted from the ashes of the past. Dan Heng's consciousness, on the verge of complete dissipation, not only ceased its collapse under the influx and support of this new concept, but began to reconstruct and sublimate in an unprecedented way! The weakness faded, and the emptiness was filled. But what filled him was no longer some inherent, powerful, all-defining force, but a vast, clear, seemingly boundless possibility and a mirror-like transparency. Slowly, in this newly born inner void based on "reflection," he re-formed. He still appeared as a young man with black hair and dark robes, but his aura had undergone a complete transformation. Those eyes, once as deep as an ancient pool reflecting the dragon's shadow, were now incredibly clear and calm, like the purest icy lake, or the boundless void, clearly reflecting everything around them—the shattered remains of immortality, the chaotic void, and even the faint light of new life itself. The heavy, immortal dragon's might was gone, as were the ancient, azure-gold patterns. Only a pure sense of clarity remained, a sense of peace that made one feel utterly exposed. He lowered his head, looking at his hands. In his palms, it seemed, were the reflections of countless worlds, the traces of countless destinies, the ripples of countless emotions, flashing by before returning to a calm reflection. He understood. The former "Immortal Star God Danheng" had died with the shattering of the immortal withered tree. And the reborn him would embark on an unprecedented path. He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the barriers of his inner world, looking towards the true universe outside. His voice gently echoed in the newly formed void, calm yet resolute, carrying a weight and relief born of destruction and rebirth: "From this day forward... I am the Reflection." As his words fell, the entire newly formed inner world trembled slightly, and the formless, intangible yet omnipresent "mirror" solidified completely. Danheng's essential existence also completed its final transformation and sublimation. In the outer universe, at the Demuse Arena, Danheng's avatar, who had stood motionless, slowly opened his eyes. The instant he opened them, a change occurred centered on him—formless and intangible, yet clearly perceptible to all beings with higher senses present (including the Black Tower puppets). That heavy, ancient, and absolutely stable and constant "immortal" pressure receded like a tide.

5. 155 天EN The Heavenly Eye Feng Shui Master 天眼风水师 Light of the Dao道之光Urban1.3M WordsCompleted [A feng shui novel] [Featuring feng shui, Daoist medicine, psychology, and economics; read faces and phone numbers] [Practical insights] [Explaining the esoteric with science] My master hastily taught me the art of divination and passed down a few books. Before I even had the chance to formally begin my training in the mountains, he sent me down into the world to help people... Where can I even go to complain about that? Amid the mortal world, I help others and cultivate myself. 694.2kReads9.6Score146.3kShelves

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   This book opens the door to good fortune, increases blessings (wisdom, academic progress), and helps eliminate karmic obstacles. It helps one abstain from sexual misconduct, leading to liberation and happiness. It is an essential guide to abstaining from lust and the path to happiness. Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Namo Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, Namo Shakyamuni Buddha.

6. 156 人 In Genshin Impact, Starting with Tormenting Paimon 人在原神，从迫害派蒙开始 I Want to Eat Fufu's Cream Puffs我要吃芙芙的泡芙Anime Fanfiction636k WordsOngoing [Honkai: Star Rail and Genshin Impact crossover] [Invincible] [System] [Not a goody-two-shoes] [Rimuru the Slime King] [Everyday comedy] [Decisive and ruthless] [Just here for fun] [Glint-Glint Fruit] I should make it a little more twisted… Ahem, I mean, a little more entertaining. That’s what makes it fun. He’ll also visit other anime worlds to have some fun. [Go fish-bombing with his daughter Klee, tease Hu Tao, get cuddled by Stelle, and sleep with March 7th. Man, what a sweet life!] Get his 15Reads5.9Score100Shelves
7. 157 星 Honkai: Star Rail: The Beauty of Hope 星穹铁道：希望之美 A Thousand Years in a Fleeting Dream浮世梦千年Sci-Fi & Apocalypse59k WordsCompleted [Hope] Aeon They once journeyed alongside [Beauty] and boarded the train. In an era on the verge of being filled with elegies, they witnessed the vastness of the stars, never learning what they had spent their life pursuing. Yet, witnessed by [Beauty] and [Trailblaze], they found their ideal and sowed the seeds of [Hope] throughout the universe. They long for the beauty of the future, yet feel uneasy about the unknown. —Reads—Score—Shelves

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   This book is very good.

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