Any Serious Science Fiction? No Power-Fantasy Stories! 正经科幻小说有没有？不要爽文！

1 星 Three Hundred Years of Earth in the Interstellar Age 星际地球三百年 The Wind Rises Across the World天下风起Sci-Fi & Apocalypse1.4M WordsCompleted 1.3kReads—Score—Shelves

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Go ahead, Pikachu

2 三 The Three-Body Problem: You Were Told to Remain Hidden, So Why Start a Sect? 三体：让你面壁，你搞开宗立派？ Even Bunny Girls Are Wolves兔女郎也是狼315k WordsCompleted 12kReads9.5Score1.7kShelves

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There are some.

6 熵 Heart of Entropic Silence 熵寂之心 Cheng Beiwang橙北望Sci-Fi & Apocalypse144k WordsOngoing —Reads—Score—Shelves

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Heartbeat is currency, and heartbeat frequency is the only basis for class division. The huge slums of the Golden Sea have become an energy battery for the aristocratic class to absorb their heartbeats. A cool sci-fi novel about a heroine ~ It takes a little bit of brain cells.

8 十 The End of Ten Days 十日终焉 Pest Control Team Member杀虫队队员Mystery3.2M WordsCompleted 1.9MReads9.9Score233.7kShelves

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### Story summary - **Mysterious Clock Shop**: Antique restorer Yu Sheng was invited to an abandoned mansion to evaluate a strange antique clock. He found that the inscription "Prisoner of Time" was engraved on the inside of the clock, and the clock seemed to be able to run on its own. - **Time Abnormality**: Yu Sheng noticed that the time on the clock was ten minutes ahead of the actual time. When he tried to adjust it, he found that the clock could not be stopped, the hands turned on their own, and the sky outside the window suddenly darkened, as if time was distorted. - **Loop Begins**: Yu Sheng found himself trapped in a time loop. Every time the clock struck seven times, he would go back to the moment he entered the room, but his memory retained the experience of each loop. - **Mysterious Woman**: After many loops, Yu Sheng met Cheng Rui, a psychology professor who was also trapped. The two discovered that each other had received mysterious invitations, and both were related to the late watchmaker Lin Xiuyuan. - **Truth Exploration**: As the number of cycles increases, the two gradually piece together the truth: Lin Xiuyuan created this clock that can control time, and they were selected to become "witnesses" to solve the mystery of time. This writing section mainly describes the process of Yu Sheng entering the mysterious mansion for the first time, discovering the abnormal clock and starting to experience the time loop, as well as his first encounter with Cheng Rui, and the two realized that they were both involved in a supernatural time mystery. --- Rain dripped down Yu Sheng's black windbreaker, forming a small puddle at his feet. He looked up at the old Victorian-style house in front of him. The three-story brick-red building looked particularly gloomy in the rain. The weathervane on the spire had long been rusted and pointed crookedly toward the southeast. "This is it." Yu Sheng whispered to himself, taking out the gilt-edged invitation from his pocket. The paper was cold to the touch, and it was written in elegant italics: "Dear Mr. Yu Sheng: You are sincerely invited to visit No. 47 Qingsong Road at 3 pm on October 15th to evaluate an 18th century French antique clock. The reward is generous, and the details will be discussed in person. ——Lin" As the rain became heavier, Yu Sheng quickly walked up the steps and stopped in front of the heavy oak door. The door knocker is a bronze lion's head with a ring in its mouth. He hesitated for a second and then knocked. The door opened silently. There was no butler, no host to greet him, only a deep corridor extending to the interior of the mansion. Yu Sheng frowned. As a well-known restorer of antique clocks in the industry, he had seen many eccentric collectors, but this was the first time he had encountered this kind of reception. "Hello? Mr. Lin?" His voice echoed in the empty corridor and received no response. There was a half-open door at the end of the corridor, and dim light leaked from the crack. Yu Sheng walked slowly, his leather shoes making crisp sounds on the marble floor. When he opened the door, the sight before him made his breath hitch. An old tungsten lamp hung in the center of the room by a black wire, flickering dimly. The quiet atmosphere is like ink dripping into clear water, spreading in the room. There was a large round table in the center of the room, which looked already mottled. In the center of the table stood a small clock with a very complicated pattern, which was ticking at the moment. Yu Sheng's professional instinct was immediately awakened. He walked quickly to the round table and carefully observed the clock. About thirty centimeters high, the bronze base is engraved with patterns of grape vines and angels, the clock face is made of milky white enamel, and the Roman numerals are dotted with fine golden stars. But the most eye-catching thing is the pendulum - it is not an ordinary piece of metal, but a miniature silver hourglass. As it swings, the fine sand inside continues to flow. "It's incredible..." Yu Sheng couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch the clock face, but stopped when he was about to touch it. Years of professional experience have taught him not to touch antiques to be appraised without the owner's permission. He looked at his watch, 3:15. The time agreed on the invitation was 3 o'clock, but the host never showed up. Yu Sheng decided to wait another ten minutes. If no one came yet, he would leave. The ticking of the clock was extremely clear in the silent room. Yu Sheng walked around the round table and observed this peculiar timepiece from different angles. When he turned to the back, he found a line of small words engraved on the clock case: "Le Prisonnier du Temps" "Prisoner of Time..." Yu Sheng whispered this French sentence and felt an inexplicable chill creeping up his spine. At this moment, the clock suddenly made a soft "click" sound, and the copper bird on the top popped out and chirped four times. 3:20. Yu Sheng checked his watch again. Strangely, his watch read 3:10, while the desk clock seemed ten minutes too fast. Out of professional habit, Yu Sheng took out professional tools from his bag and prepared to record the detailed features of the clock. He carefully opened the back cover of the clock to check the condition of the movement. When the metal cover was lifted, a faint scent of sandalwood wafted out. The complexity of the movement far exceeded Yu Sheng's imagination. Hundreds of tiny gears meshed with each other, and some parts didn't even conform to any clock mechanics he knew. The most disturbing thing is that the entire movement looks spotless, as if it has just been carefully maintained, but judging from the patina and oxidation level, this is at least a product from two hundred years ago. "This is impossible..." Yu Sheng muttered to himself. No machine could remain in such perfect condition for such a long time without the need for winding or batteries. He reached out to take out the movement for further inspection. As soon as his fingertips touched the central gear, a sharp pain came from his fingertips. A drop of blood fell on the gear and was absorbed instantly, leaving no trace. Yu Sheng suddenly retracted his hand and found a small wound on his fingertip. What's even weirder is that the ticking of the clock suddenly becomes rapid, and the hands on the clock start to rotate faster. "What's going on?" He took a step back and watched the minute hand spin rapidly, and the hour hand also moved with it. Outside the window, the sky darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if someone had pressed the fast-forward button on time. The bronze bird on the top of the clock popped up again, this time chirping seven times in a row. When the last chirp ended, the entire room suddenly plunged into darkness. Yu Sheng felt like the world was spinning, and his ears were filled with the roar of crazy gears. His body became light and airy, as if he had been drawn into a vortex of time. When his senses returned, he found himself standing in front of the mansion's front door, raindrops just beginning to fall. He looked down at his watch: 2:55. "This is impossible..." Yu Sheng touched his pocket, and the gilt-edged invitation was still there. He looked up at the mansion again. The weathervane still pointed crookedly to the southeast. Everything starts again. Entering the mansion for the second time, Yu Sheng's every move was filled with vigilance. The corridor, the round table, the clock, all the details are exactly the same as in the memory. The only difference was that this time he knew what to expect. When the clock chimed four times (his watch showed 3:10 and the clock showed 3:20), Yu Sheng did not rush to check the movement. He looked around for any clue that might explain the phenomenon. There is a small drawer under the round table, which he ignored last time. There is a leather notebook in the drawer. Yu Sheng turned to the first page, which was written in faded ink: "The seventh cycle. They still don't remember me." The handwriting was neat but there was a sense of despair. Yu Sheng quickly flipped through the contents at the back. Most of the pages were blank, with only a few sporadic pages recording dates and brief notes. The most recent entry was three months ago: "Finally found a way to crack it. It requires the memory of two people. The key turns on the seventh ring." There was a yellowed photo on the last page of the notebook: a middle-aged man with a serious face standing next to a clock, with young men and women next to him. The back of the photo says "Lin Xiuyuan and his assistants, 1987". The clock's ticking suddenly became unusually loud. Yu Sheng looked up and found that the hands on the clock were spinning faster again. He tried to stop it, but his fingers passed through the hands, like touching a phantom. The bronze bird popped up, and after seven chirps, darkness fell again. At the beginning of the third cycle, Yu Sheng ran directly to the round table, wanting to take notes while his memory was clear. But this time, the drawers of the round table were empty and the notebook disappeared. There was a cup of steaming tea next to the clock, and a note was pressed under the coaster: "Stop resisting the cycle and accept it, and only then will you find the answer." Yu Sheng's hands began to tremble. This is no ordinary antique appraisal, but an elaborate... What? Experiment? Trap? He couldn't be sure. When the pointer spun out of control again, Yu Sheng did not panic. He stared closely at the clock, and at the moment when the copper bird chirped the seventh time, he reached out and pressed the star pattern in the center of the clock face. Nothing happened. The darkness still swallowed everything. The fourth time. The fifth time. The sixth time. With each cycle, the room undergoes subtle changes: there is an extra book on the table, the curtains change color, and the chairs move. But the clock kept ticking, chiming four times at 3:20, then at some point sped up to seven, restarting the cycle. In the seventh cycle, Yu Sheng decided to change his strategy. Instead of entering the room where the clock was located, he explored other parts of the mansion. In the study room on the second floor, he discovered a wall of filing cabinets filled with research materials on time theory and quantum physics. There is a notebook open on the desk, and the latest page reads: "The synchronization rate has reached 97%. The final test will be conducted today. If successful, the time prisoner will be freed." The signature is "Lin". When Yu Sheng returned to the clock room, he found a strange woman standing in front of the round table. She was wearing a dark blue suit jacket, her black hair neatly tied back, and she was looking at the clock intently. Hearing the footsteps, the woman turned around and scanned Yu Sheng's face with her sharp eyes. "Were you invited too?" She asked, her voice low and calm. Yu Sheng nodded, "Yu Sheng, antique clock restorer." "Cheng Rui." The woman introduced herself briefly, "Professor of psychology, specializing in memory and time perception." The two looked at each other in silence for a second, and then said at the same time: "Have you also experienced the cycle?" Cheng Rui took out a gold-plated invitation from his pocket that was exactly the same as Yu Sheng's, but with a different name. "This is the seventh time I have received this letter. I chose to ignore it the first six times, but today..." She shook her head, "It appeared directly on my desk." Yu Sheng felt a glimmer of hope, "Maybe we need to cooperate to break the cycle. The notebook mentioned that 'two people's memories' are needed." Cheng Rui raised his eyebrows, "What notebook?" Just as Yu Sheng was about to explain, the clock suddenly made a harsh metal friction sound. The two of them turned to the source of the sound at the same time, and saw the hands on the clock spinning crazily, so fast that they almost became a sheet of silver light. "Here we go again." Yu Sheng gritted his teeth. Cheng Rui was surprisingly calm, "No, this time is different." She pointed out the window, "The sky has not darkened." Indeed, the rain outside the window was still falling, and the light remained constant. The bronze bird of the clock popped out and chirped seven times, but the room did not fall into darkness. When the last chime ended, the clock made a long sigh-like "click" and then completely stopped. The hands on the clock stopped at 7:07. Silence fell over the room. Cheng Rui breathed out slowly, "The cycle... Is over?" Yu Sheng shook his head uncertainly, "I don't think it will be that simple." He pointed to the bottom of the clock, where a line of small words that had not been seen before was emerging: "Witnesses are welcome. The game has just begun." --- **The story may develop in these directions**: - **Lin Xiuyuan's identity**: The notes signed by "Lin" found in the study imply that this mysterious watchmaker is not only proficient in clock making, but also deeply studied the theory of time. He may have deliberately designed this time loop experiment. - **Silver Hourglass Pendulum**: The pendulum of the clock is a silver hourglass instead of a traditional metal piece. This unusual design will later reveal its special function of storing and releasing time. - **Assistant in the photo**: In the photo of Lin Xiuyuan and his young assistants, one of the assistants looks strikingly similar to Cheng Rui, suggesting that Cheng Rui may have an unknown blood or fate connection with this experiment. I hope this mysterious time loop story beginning satisfies your needs. If more details or adjustments are needed, please feel free to let me know.

9 超 Transcendent: The First Human-Machine Hybrid in History 超脱者：史上第一人机 Wen Tingximeng文亭希梦Urban134k WordsOngoing 6Reads—Score—Shelves

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I really don't want to watch Ultraman fight monsters anymore! Nowadays, science fiction apocalyptic novels are all about fighting zombies!

10 我 I'm a Type II Civilization with a Dimensionality Reduction Strike, Isn't That Perfectly Reasonable? 我一个二级文明有二向箔很合理吧 Chen Erlan陈二懒Sci-Fi & Apocalypse2.0M WordsCompleted 92.2kReads9.6Score9.1kShelves

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This is a must, it's very beautiful

11 奇 The Eccentric Cultivator's Tale 奇葩修真记 Is Naming Really That Hard起名怎么难吗Eastern Fantasy142k WordsOngoing —Reads—Score—Shelves

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This is really suitable for your requirements. There are no plug-ins and a reasonable plot. It is all typed out bit by bit.