Any Enjoyable No-Romance Novels with a Male Protagonist?

251 在 Shocking the Whole Audience in the Cartoon That Is About to Be Finished Mori TestModern Romance678k WordsCompleted 777Reads5.8Score113Shelves

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Look at my children, they fit this topic very well [shy][shy][shy]

252 我 My Body Is Infinitely Strengthened and I Can Blow up the Whole Universe with One Punch A Load of DawnUrban100k WordsOngoing 1Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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This book is super cute, male bromance [licking the screen] Both the male protagonist and the male lead regard each other as the most important existence, good brothers for life, the kind who can give their lives for each other without hesitation [almost crying] The male protagonist's personality is that of a little sun, very lively, his superpower is [Vine] + [Infinite Strengthening] (the body becomes stronger) The second male lead is a black sports student, very loyal dog, always towards the male protagonist, his superpower is [Hell Fire]. A piece of wood and a piece of fire, just knock it and make no sound [Blow a kiss] [Send your heart]

253 异 Strange Magic The Giant Cat of the Abyss That Devours the Brain139k WordsOngoing 254Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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[Cool][Cool][Cool]

254 颜 The Paint Is Still Wet: My Paintings Are Swallowing Reality Fei Bai JimoMystery272k WordsCompleted —Reads7.4Score—Shelves

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Qin Anyang quickly threw away the snow-white sheepskin. The target - the rotten giant bull that broke through the black wall first. The sheepskin stretched in the air, like a huge animal trap, accurately covering the rotting body of the giant cow. The heart-wrenching sound of bones dislocating, the muffled sound of flesh tearing, and the giant bull's painful howl. A rotting giant beast just disappeared, replaced by an ignorant lamb. A trace of almost crazy excitement flashed across Qin Anyang's eyes very quickly. It's done. But at this moment, he didn't have much time to digest his joy. He stepped forward, clasped the lamb's waist with his left hand, held a fishhook tied with fishing line in his right hand, and flicked his wrist. The fishhook pierced the lamb's fur and penetrated hard. A shrill, painful cry of a sheep tore through the smelly air. Qin Anyang's face was not moved at all. His arms lifted the sheep high into the air and threw it. The lamb drew a bloody arc in the air, and the fishing line was pulled frantically from the reel. A heavy muffled sound, mixed with the miserable howl of the lambs, overwhelmed the restless sounds of the rotting beasts at that moment. The lamb fell into the midst of the herd. All the irrational scarlet beasts looked at the poor and helpless lamb among them. Trample, bite, fight. The rotting giant beasts were like a swarm of piranhas that smelled the smell of blood and changed their direction in an instant. Then rush forward wildly. They stepped over the remains of their companions and headed towards the dying lamb, carrying the smelly wind. The man-turned-rotten sheep was at the end of the herd. Its rotten eyes reflected the light of hatred, staring intently at Qin Anyang's face. But after all, its body could not break free from the constraints of the rules. The rotten sheep let out an unwilling roar, then turned around and joined the feast without hesitation. Qin Anyang stood there and looked at the raging torrent of decay, the smile on his lips getting brighter. He took the opportunity to climb on the back of a cow. The rotten beasts squeezed crazily toward the center like an out-of-control meat grinder. The lamb's howling suddenly stopped without warning. The beasts made a sudden move, and they turned around, their scarlet eyes falling on Qin Anyang. The cow underneath him that he used as a temporary mount was also twisting and bumping crazily at this moment, trying to throw the prey off his back and crush it to pieces. But there was no trace of panic on Qin Anyang's face. He calmly pulled the fishing line in his hand, and the sheepskin flew over. Without the slightest pause, Qin Anyang raised his arm again, and the white sheepskin fell on a giant beast outside with a sound of breaking through the air. In just an instant, the giant beast turned into a lamb. What was different from the last time was that the Lamb was no longer surrounded by a herd of rotting beasts, but instead faced a vast darkness. It can run forward. The lamb looked at the tide of rotten beasts, and its biological instinct drove it to run forward. But - too slow. The hooves fell like a rainstorm, trampling and tearing apart. A new lamb dies. This time, Qin Anyang didn't even wait for the beasts to turn around completely. He flicked his wrist again, retracted it, and threw it out. A new lamb is born again. A new escape begins again. A new death comes again. Repeated again and again, the cycle comes at this moment. Qin Anran manipulated the fishing line in his hand and rode on the back of the wildly struggling cow. Fishing lines and sheepskins are constantly flying, steering the direction of the herd. Once, twice, three times... Qin Anyang's movements became more and more skillful, and the smile on his lips gradually became brighter. Just when he gets bored. The adjustment appears. When the sheepskin was taken back again, a sheep suddenly jumped up from the herd and pounced on Qin Anyang. He recognized it immediately. This was the sheep that the man had turned into. Well, this adjustment is not that great. Qin Anyang yawned boredly, and the sheepskin accurately fell on that sheep. He is dead. The cycle continues. The herd of beasts ran forward, and the ground shook crazily. The smelly wind blew, and the grass blades kept undulating. Qin Anyang suddenly noticed that several giant beasts fell to the ground without warning and then died. This time when he threw out the "bait" again, he paid special attention to the movements of the beasts. Soon he discovered that sharp blades and weird bugs were harvesting the rotting beasts. He had a great idea. Under the guidance of Qin Anyang, the rotting beasts were like stepping on a millstone of death, being devoured crazily by the night-filled grassland. They rush, trample, and finally die. The blades of grass were like the sharpest blades, silently cutting the already fragile flesh of the giant beasts. Countless tiny insects crazily burrowed into the giant beast's festering wounds, sucking and laying eggs. One by one, the giant beasts fell to the ground without warning, splashing a smelly wind. They were dead. Qin Anyang rode on the back of the bull and looked indifferently at the giant beasts that continued to fall around him, and at the increasingly sparse herd of beasts. The gentle smile on his face was like a poppy blooming in the dark night. He is harvesting. Harvest the death of this prairie. The white sheepskin cuts through the night like a direction sign pointing to death. A new lamb is born, a new death begins. Qin Anyang herds death. A sticky, dark red road of death exuding a strong stench was imprinted on the vast grassland. When the sky finally tore open a crack glowing with fish belly white. The huge bull under Qin Anyang's body, which was already scarred, let out a desperate cry. The huge body shook violently. The front hooves suddenly fell to the ground, unable to support themselves any longer. "Haha——" Qin Anyang jumped off the back of the cow lightly, like a weightless feather. One last turn of the wrist. The fishing line was retracted, and the snow-white sheepskin fell on a dying, rotting giant horse. On the ground covered with the remains of the giant beast, a weak lamb suddenly appeared, standing confused among the mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood. The first golden ray of dawn in the east pierced the darkness of the grassland and fell on the red road. Countless strange black flying insects burst out from the corpses of the rotting giant beasts crazily. They circled and rose, forming a rolling curtain of death. Qin Anyang stood quietly in this strange picture of death and rebirth. Behind him is the scarlet road paved with animal blood, leading to the Sea of ​​Insects. In front of him was the snow-white lamb bathing in the golden morning light. He slowly squatted down and gently touched the lamb's head with his blood-stained hands. The warm sunlight shone on the side of his face, outlining an almost divine halo. The corners of his mouth raised slightly. A voice full of warm laughter dispersed into the morning breeze. . "It seems that I am still the one who survives to the end." The lamb struggled hard, and it trembled even more violently.