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52 快 Quickly Pass Through: Scared, the Crazy Villain Is Catching up Again Hao Yun1.5M WordsCompleted 20.2kReads9.2Score1.8kShelves

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A good book at the bottom of my box

54 快 Quick Transmigration: The Supporting Female Character Becomes the Villain Boss Jin YuyanModern Romance1.3M WordsCompleted 19kReads9.2Score2kShelves

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Wearing books + vicious female supporting characters + crematorium

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## Welcome to my court >The trial of traitors was broadcast live in federal court, with hundreds of millions of viewers waiting to see the fall of the former genius. >When the judge read "Crime against humanity," I touched the metal floor beneath me and smiled. >The whole court suddenly came alive, liquid metal surged like mercury, and all weapons turned and aimed at the trial seat. >The suspended federal emblem melted into a golden and red scepter and fell into my palm. >"Wrong," I looked down at the kneeling judges, "this is the court to judge you." --- During the prime time of the Federal Star Network, the news stream washed out hundreds of millions of terminals on time. The male announcer's face was suspended in the center of the virtual screen, outlined coldly by the data stream. "Special broadcast," he spoke with a smooth accent, a standard federal accent, and every syllable was like a precision-calibrated alloy bearing. "The public trial of the SSS-class felon Tan Jiao will be held at the Central Sector Federal High Court at 8:00 this morning. The entire trial will be broadcast live on the main channel of the Star Network in a hyper-dimensional reality. All citizens, please..." His voice, with its meticulous rhythm like a precision instrument, had an extremely subtle glitch without warning. It was not the noise of signal interference, but more like the momentary slippage of some kind of internal gear. Immediately afterwards, a strange, almost soft warmth quietly seeped into the broadcasting cavity that was originally as cold as space metal. "... All citizens are invited to witness... The final verdict of justice." The tone of the last few words rose slightly, and the tail sound was dragged out 0.3 Seconds longer than the standard template, with a hint of indescribable and inappropriate tenderness, as if reciting a private nickname. This tiny ripple was almost unnoticeable in the massive information flow of the Star Network. Billions of eyes have already been firmly captured by that name - Tan Jiao. The former "Miracle of the Halo" and the youngest chief energy architect of the Federation has now become the most notorious traitor deep in the starship cemetery. Anticipation, gloating, and pure bloodthirsty curiosity merged into a silent torrent, rushing towards the entrance to the live broadcast of the trial that was about to begin. The huge Inquisition is like a metal planet with its core hollowed out. The towering dome is made of flowing liquid silver, slowly changing the icy nebula pattern, casting unnatural light, and imbuing everything below - the stepped circular auditorium made of dark alloy, the solemn silver-armored bailiffs, and the energy suppression force field generators scattered everywhere - with a layer of inorganic paleness. The air was filled with the faint buzz unique to ozone and high-pressure energy fields. It was cold and dry, and every breath was like inhaling fine metal powder. I, Tanjiao, stand at the absolute center of this huge, cold creation. The latest models of "neuron inhibition rings" are imprisoned on the wrists and ankles. The dark gray metal ring is close to the skin, and inside it, countless nanoscale probes that are difficult to discern with the naked eye have already penetrated into the nerve endings. They greedily sucked in bioelectrical signals, tearing any mental force field that tried to condense into harmless nerve noise, while continuously infusing my central nervous system with heavy numbness and dull pain. This pain is not sharp, but is like the pressure of deep water, squeezing the consciousness from all directions, trying to flatten and crush the soul. Above the circular auditorium, a huge holographic projection is suspended. My image is enlarged and takes up the entire space. Every subtle expression, every instinctive twitch caused by the forced current of the inhibitory ring, was captured, amplified, and ruthlessly projected by those cold rays of light. I can feel the billions of gazes from the other side of the star network, like invisible rays, penetrating the force field and burning my skin. They are not eyes, but billions of invisible probes, trying to penetrate the surface and unearth the "reality" deep in the traitor's soul. "The defendant talks about arrogance," an emotionless voice fell from the high platform in front of him, like a judgment hammer hitting the base for the first time. The face of the presiding judge was hidden behind the deep shadow of the wide robe and the blurry light of the holographic mask, leaving only a cold and hard jawline that represented absolute authority. He was suspended at the highest point of the judgment seat, overlooking me, like a lifeless metal god. "Based on the 3,721 charges filed by the Federal Supreme Prosecutor's Office and the final behavioral logic chain analysis report issued by the 'Deep Blue Matrix' core system..." The judge's voice echoed in the empty metal space, and every word was like a cold iron nail, accurately driven into the air by an invisible hammer. "... This court has confirmed that the evidence chain is complete and the logic is closed and self-consistent. Now, on the core treason accusation, the final determination is read out." Below the trial seat, on the circular prosecution seat, the prosecutors representing the will of the federal government straightened their backs, their faces a mixture of tension in the sight of victory and a trace of imperceptible fatigue. Over at the defense table, my lawyer - a compulsorily assigned public defender - looked pale and nervously twirled the edge of the light screen in front of him with his fingers. On it were all the drafts of defense statements that had long been judged invalid by the "Dark Blue Matrix". In the auditorium, the faces blurred in shadows and uniforms had complex eyes, ranging from indifference to scrutiny to undisguised hatred. In the center of the huge dome, the changing silver nebula pattern suddenly solidified, then decomposed and reorganized, condensing into a line of cold, huge, common federal text that exuded a judgment: [Treason (Core Charge) - Established]. Under the text, the holographic image belonging to me was instantly marked with a huge blood-red "X". "Buzz--" A deep sound erupted uncontrollably from the auditorium, like a mixture of countless suppressed sighs and breaths of contentment. The prosecutors' shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly. My defense lawyer closed his eyes suddenly, as if he was stabbed by the bloody "X". The suspended body of the presiding judge seemed to straighten slightly, and the jawline that represented absolute power became tighter. He raised his hand, and a virtual gavel made of pure energy floated and rotated above his palm, emitting an undeniable halo of intimidation, preparing to land the blow that symbolized the final decision. "The defendant talks about arrogance," the judge's voice sounded again. This time, the metallic cold tone seemed to carry a trace of settled weight, like carving the final inscription on a tombstone, "You have betrayed the trust and honor given to you by the Human Federation, betrayed the star field that gave birth to you, and betrayed the cornerstone of all human civilization..." His words, with some kind of final judgment power, echoed in the cold metal space. At this moment, I moved. The fingers, which were heavy and numb due to the inhibition ring, reached down extremely slowly. The fingertips did not touch the air, but with an almost pious concentration, they gently pressed on the dark alloy floor under their feet, which was as smooth as a mirror. Cold, hard, and dead—this is the only feedback it has given to all those who have touched it for hundreds of millions of years. But the moment my fingertips came into contact with it, a strange and subtle vibration was transmitted extremely weakly along the nerve endings of my fingertips. It was not a physical vibration, but more like... A sleeping pulse, deep in the unfathomable depths of the earth, which was slightly awakened by this movement for a moment. This feeling is fleeting, so faint that it is almost drowned out by the neural noise caused by the inhibitory loop. However, it did exist. Like a pebble dropped into a deep pool of deathly silence, the ripples caused spread out weakly but tenaciously, triggering a forgotten switch. A very faint, very cold arc bloomed silently at the corner of my mouth. "…Therefore, this court, in accordance with Article 0 of Chapter 0 of the Special Federal Wartime Code..." The judge's verdict was like an icy stream of iron that was about to reach its end and complete the final pouring. My fingertips are still touching the cold ground. This time, it's no longer a passive touch. Deep in his consciousness, the dam that was tightly suppressed by the ring of inhibition and washed away repeatedly by pain and numbness suddenly burst. The torrent of "perception" that was imprisoned, distorted, and forcibly forgotten is like billions of stardust breaking free from the cage, roaring and rushing out! No more a trickle, no more painful fragments! They merged into a huge, pure, and unstoppable torrent of will, taking my fingertips as the origin, and crashed decisively, violently, and without hesitation into the silent metal land beneath my feet! Boom--! ! ! A silent loud noise exploded in the depths of the soul, instantly overpowering all the verdicts, all the whispers, and all the hum of the energy fields in the courtroom! Under the fingertips, the cold, hard, and dead dark alloy floor came to life. As if given the most primitive throbbing of life, it trembled violently! It's not an earthquake-like shaking, but a convulsion of anger and ecstasy that erupts from the core when some kind of giant beast is suddenly awakened from its slumber! Buzz—! This tremor is not a physical vibration, but more like a high-frequency energy pulse that instantly sweeps across the entire Tribunal space! In the circular auditorium, all the suspended virtual light screens suddenly burst into dazzling snowflake noise, and then went out completely. The slowly flowing silver nebula pattern on the dome suddenly solidified and shattered, turning into countless chaotic light fragments falling down. The energy suppression force field generator that maintains order emits a sharp whine that is overwhelmed by the load. The force field ripples are violently distorted and flicker. "What's going on?!" "System overload?!" "Protect the judge!" The screams and the screams of alarms exploded almost at the same time! The silver-armored bailiff instinctively raised his arm, and the micro-pulse muzzle embedded in the armor instantly popped out, and the blue energy beam condensed at the muzzle. However, it was too late. "Zila——!!!" The harsh sound of metal tearing drowned out all the noise. The floor beneath my feet is no longer a solid surface! It is like solid mercury thrown into a furnace, instantly losing all rigid structure! The dull alloy luster faded away within a ten-thousandth of a second, turning into a boiling silver ocean shining with the luster of liquid metal! This liquid "sea" is not disordered. With my foothold as the absolute core, it turned into billions of mercury snakes, running and surging along the ground with a speed that exceeded the laws of physics and a breathtaking elegance! Ignoring gravity, they spiraled up along the huge court pillars, wrapped around the towering tribunal base, instantly covered the platform where the bailiffs were standing, and even penetrated into the core of the energy suppression force field generator along the cracks in its shell! Time seemed to have been pressed in slow motion. A bailiff looked at the pulse gun on his armband that had just been lit in horror. Before the blue light condensed at the muzzle was emitted, a stream of liquid silver had already wrapped around it like a living thing, and its cold and smooth touch instantly penetrated the gaps in the armor! Where the liquid metal flows, the precision weapon components groan under the load, and the light from the muzzle suddenly dims like a candle that has been extinguished. More than just weapons! The solid alloy platform under his feet also softened and flowed instantly, wrapping and swallowing his entire ankle gently and fatally, "welding" him firmly in place, unable to move. The exclamation was stuck in his throat, leaving only a desperate howl. On the trial bench, the aloof presiding judge could no longer maintain his suspended majestic posture. The suspended platform under his feet emitted a series of explosive sparks and completely failed. The judge fell awkwardly to the cold metal ground, and the hem of his wide robe was instantly soaked and entangled by the spreading sea of ​​liquid silver. The holographic mask representing supreme power flickered violently for several times, then went out completely with a "pop" sound, finally revealing the face full of horror and disbelief - the face of a middle-aged man who looked a little pale and frivolous due to being away from the ground for a long time. He tried to prop up his body, but more liquid silver flow was like living vines, winding up his arms and torso, with irresistible gentle force, pushing him back to the ground, and finally settled in a half-kneeling humiliating position. The entire circular court, and all the positions that once looked down at me from above, have now turned into cages of liquid metal. The prosecutors were fixed to their seats by the flowing metal, their faces as white as paper. My defense lawyer slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the surreal scene of purgatory before him. The blurred faces in the auditorium were now extremely clear, leaving only pure, solidified fear. The symbol of authority of the Federation, the huge eagle emblem suspended in the center of the dome and made of high-strength memory alloy, also groaned in pain at this moment. The material structure that made it completely collapsed and liquefied under the action of an invisible force. The huge metal eagle is like a wax statue under the scorching sun, its outline quickly blurring and collapsing in the high temperature. The shining cold luster of the alloy turned into a viscous and hot golden red molten flow, as if it was being kneaded and shaped by an invisible giant hand from the void. It rolled, stretched, and condensed in the air, and the hot metal solution dripped and splashed small ripples on the boiling liquid silver sea below. Eventually, the molten flow solidified. A scepter. It is suspended beneath the dome, the absolute center of the Inquisition. Nearly two meters in length, the whole body is flowing with a golden-red luster like lava. The body of the staff is not smooth, but is covered with countless extremely fine silver-blue energy circuits that constantly flicker and flicker, like the blood vessels flowing through the stars. The top is not a traditional gem or emblem, but is composed of a highly condensed and constantly beating energy vortex. In the center of the vortex, a blazing white light burns like a miniature star, exuding heart-stopping majesty and power. The scepter fell silently. It's not a fall, it's a return. It fell into my open palm with precision, as if it belonged there. Fingers folded. The cold touch of metal? No. It's strength. It's control. It is the authority extended by the will. The torrent of energy rushing inside the staff connected with my spirit instantly, as if I had found the only river. The blazing white staff head shined brightly, reflecting the entire court covered by the liquid silver sea like the core of a furnace! Underfoot, the liquid silver sea undulated gently, as if paying tribute to the only king. I hold the scepter, and my eyes slowly scan the area reshaped by my will. Scanning the faces that were fixed in their seats, slumped in their chairs, frozen in fear. Finally, it fell on the former presiding judge who was half-kneeling on the ruins of the trial bench with a pale face. His lips moved, as if he wanted to maintain his final dignity, wanted to question, wanted to roar, but all he could make was a gurgling sound in his throat, like a poultry being strangled by the neck. My voice rings out. Not loud, not angry, not even deliberately aggravated. He just calmly stated a fact that had been forcibly distorted and now finally returned to its correct position. Every word echoed clearly in this dead space made of liquid metal, blessed by the blazing white light at the top of the scepter, carrying a weight that penetrated the soul, and was clearly imprinted on the deepest part of everyone's consciousness. "Wrong." The scepter tapped lightly. Buzz - The boundless liquid silver sea beneath your feet rippled in a circle of perfect ripples. Wherever the ripples passed, the cold metal structure of the courtroom hummed submissively. I lowered my head slightly, looking down at the ruins beneath my feet where I had been judged, at the faces twisted with fear, at the half-kneeling former judge, and at this new realm reshaped by my will, flowing with liquid metal and starlight. The blazing white core light at the top of the scepter flows like the cold eye of a star. "This is the court that will judge you."

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After the heroine died and escaped, the hero turned dark and carefully planned to make the heroine come back again, every step of the way.

61 疯 The Crazy Young Lady Lost Her Vest Again After Being Favored by the Group Yan XiaoxiModern Romance329k WordsCompleted 6.9kReads9.4Score981Shelves

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Everyone knows that there is a crazy lady in the Xie family in Beijing who whips her around anytime and anywhere. They avoid her for fear of being offended, but there is one person who always likes to get close to her. Someone asked: "Miss Xie, I heard that you and the heir of the Rong family are getting engaged?" Xie Zhenyue carelessly twirled her hair in her ear: "You heard me wrong, I have no plans to get engaged for the time being." As soon as the news came out, the feudal and old-fashioned man who did not allow her to wear tube top skirts or miniskirts returned home overnight, and touched the girl's red lips with unpredictable eyes: "Xie Zhenyue, you don't want to get engaged to me?"

62 这 Something’s Not Quite Right in This Cultivation World Head of the Stove CrewEastern Fantasy371k WordsOngoing 1.8kReads8.2Score569Shelves

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This novel is pretty good! The various characters are described very well, and the emotional details are very touching.