A Satisfying Story with a Female Lead Who Isn't a Doormat 不圣母的爽文

1 抗 The Strongest Solo-Kill System of the War of Resistance 抗战之最强单兵杀敌系统 Drunken Old Bird醉酒老鸟Urban374k WordsCompleted 12.9kReads8.2Score722Shelves

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Cool article, carrying a single soldier to kill the enemy system! Don't join a team and work alone. If you can make a sneak attack, never fight head-on. If you can do it, never beep. Barrett's headshot, anti-aircraft machine gun's flat shot, Vulcan cannon's sweep, all arranged, killing the enemy with passion, writing the legend of anti-Japanese war!

5 末 Apocalypse Godfather: I Have a Gang of Crazy Brothers 末世教父，我有一群疯子兄弟 Koala Loves Pigs考拉爱猪Sci-Fi & Apocalypse2.2M WordsCompleted 120.7kReads9.4Score15.9kShelves

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[Godfather of the Last Days × Mad Brothers] Rhapsody in the Wasteland! ⚡️ He is the cold-blooded godfather of the crazy world, and under his command is a group of lunatic brothers who fight through the apocalypse - 🔥Rampage with supernatural powers, hot-blooded bonds, and explosive black technology! On the verge of the collapse of zombies and humanity, they use madness to write order! 💀 # # #Group portrait #cp # dark aesthetics

7 我 I Can Reload Infinitely, and See Through Every Hidden Card 我无限回档，洞悉所有底牌 Six Gourds六个葫芦Urban2.0M WordsCompleted 329.4kReads9.5Score41.4kShelves

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There is a female protagonist, I don't know if it is considered ambiguous, but her IQ is online, and she will definitely kill decisively.

8 说 You Said Lightning Was the Weakest. So How Can Yours Evolve Without Limit? 说好最弱雷电，怎么你能无限进化 The Wind Is Howling Tonight今晚的风儿甚是喧嚣Urban4.3M WordsOngoing 263.7kReads9.0Score21.6kShelves

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The roar of the Beast King shattered the Pacific Ocean, and the omission of the protective net caused tens of thousands of tragedies! Xu Jingming travels through the Blue Star where ferocious beasts are raging, and binds the Deep Blue system to unlock thunder and lightning abilities at the beginning. Everyone laughs at this as the weakest ability? He wanted to let Thunder evolve infinitely! From the novice gift pack to the wave of hand-shred beasts, every lightning is rewriting the rules - who says that thunder and lightning can't be the most powerful killer?

9 禁 Forbidden Spellcasters Die Young. What Does That Have to Do with My Immortal Body? 禁咒师短命，关我不死之身什么事 Eat the Little Almond吃掉小杏仁Urban3.8M WordsOngoing 243.4kReads5.8Score16.5kShelves

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The black market operating table in Qingcheng was stained with blood. Ye Lin endured the severe pain and sold his last kidney and corneas. In order to save his sister, he emptied his organs for half a year and still did not give up. When despair swallows consciousness, fate reverses! The boy who used to exchange his life for life, awakened the power of the forbidden curse and poured out like a flat A. From a "consumable material" in the eyes of organ dealers to a powerful man who destroys his enemies with a wave of his hand, he uses his anger to rewrite the rules of survival!

10 恐 Horror on the High Seas 恐怖大航海 Newly Bought Peaches新买的桃子Sports2.6M WordsCompleted 293.2kReads9.4Score31.6kShelves

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Shock! Is the logbook written forever? The start is a scary SSS-class ghost ship >After my father died mysteriously on a sailing trip, I was forced to inherit his dilapidated fishing boat. >The first time I went to sea, the radar showed that there were no ships within a hundred miles. >Unfamiliar footsteps were heard on the deck late at night, and a yellowed log appeared silently on the bedside: >"Welcome aboard, the 44th captain, please write down today's voyage record immediately." >I wrote "nothing happened" tremblingly, and the next second the whole ship shook violently——>In the thick fog, the ghost ship that sank three hundred years ago was slowly connecting with us. --- On the seventh day after my father disappeared, the court and the creditor's people smashed the shaky wooden door of my house together. All I was left with was a pile of bad debts, and the old fishing boat parked in the most remote corner of the pier, exuding a mixture of fishy and rotting wood smells - the "Old Guy". It was tilted, the red paint on the hull was mottled like dried blood, and the mast was drooping, like my father's shoulders that finally slumped. Everyone said that he died, died in the sea, storm, or something else that swallowed up countless ambitions and lives. But I know it's not that simple. The night before he set off, his hands, which had been roughened by the sea breeze, were clutching a black badge with cold tentacles that he had never seen before. His eyes were filled with extremely suppressed fear, and a kind of... Morbid fanaticism. He hoarsely warned me: "Achuan, no matter what, don't get close to the 'Old Guy', stay away from the sea..." But now, I have no choice. Sell ​​it? It's not even a fraction of the debt. The only way to survive is to drive it up and get the last bite of food from this drained sea. The first time I went to sea, the weather was terrible. The gray sky hung low, making people breathless. The water was an oily dark green and dead silent, not even a seabird could be seen. I stood alone in the cab, the rusty steering wheel touching my palms coldly. The radar screen was broken, or in other words, it stubbornly showed that there was nothing within a hundred miles except for my broken ship. A disconcerting green void. This feels terrible. It was like being abandoned by the whole world in a huge coffin that was about to be closed. The night was completely covered, and it was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved. In addition to the monotonous whine of the engine, there is the "slapping" sound of sea water lapping against the hull, which is so repetitive that it makes people crazy. I huddled on the narrow bed and tried to cover my head with the quilt to block out the dead silence. Just when consciousness was about to blur-- Tuk... Tuk... Tuk... Footsteps! Clear, slow, with a certain wet and sticky feeling, it was coming from the other side of the deck, walking towards the cabin door step by step. The blood all over my body froze instantly. Cold sweat suddenly broke out, soaking through my underwear. Impossible! The radar is empty! I checked countless times when I got on the boat, and there was absolutely no other person except me! The footsteps stopped outside the cabin door. The deathly silence fell again, making my eardrums buzz. I curled up into a ball, held my breath, and didn't dare to move. I was afraid that even the sound of my teeth chattering would be heard. It seemed like a century had passed, and there was no movement outside the door. Maybe... I heard it wrong? Does wood expand and contract with heat? Or was some kind of large sea fish jumping on the deck? I took a shaky breath, moved my stiff neck almost mechanically, and tried to look at the thin hatch. The moment I turned my head, my peripheral vision glanced at the head of the bed. There, something extra appeared out of thin air. A notebook. The parchment cover was severely worn and curled at the edges, and had an old yellow-brown color, as if it had been soaked in sea water and dried in the shade. It exuded an indescribable smell - a strong sea smell, musty smell, and a very subtle old smell like rust. It's there, quiet, but more frightening than any murder weapon. Who put it here? ! When? ! My heart was beating wildly, almost breaking my chest. My throat was so dry that it hurt, and all the muscles in my body were stretched like a stone. Somehow, I stretched out my trembling hand and touched the booklet. The touch from his fingertips was cold and smooth, like the skin of some kind of deep-sea creature. I jerked my hand back, my stomach churning. There is no wording on the cover. There were only some vague, dark brown stains, like spots of long-dried blood. I gritted my teeth, used all my strength, reached out my hand again, and opened the cover extremely slowly. The first line on the inside page was a kind of dark red cursive calligraphy written in ink that seemed to have solidified long ago. It was vaguely legible in the dim light: "Welcome aboard, the 44th captain." "Please write down today's voyage record immediately." The bright red handwriting made my eyes hurt. The 44th? Father is 43 Ren? What the hell is this? ! Absurdity and fear gripped my heart like two cold hands. Keep a journal? At a time like this? What a joke! The sound of footsteps still seemed to echo in my ears. I stared at that line of words, my mind was in a mess. The father's old and haggard face, the black badge, his last warning... The fragmented images flashed crazily. I have to write something... I have to... I grabbed a pencil that someone left beside the bed, and my fingers were so trembling that I could hardly hold it. Under the strange prompt, I scribbled four crooked words with force, almost breaking the back of the paper: "Nothing happened." The moment I finished writing, it seemed as if an invisible second hand "clicked" in the air. Everything suddenly stopped. The engine whine disappeared. The sound of the waves disappeared. Even my own heartbeat seemed to be forcibly cut off by some force. Absolute, tomblike silence. Then - boom! ! ! The entire "Old Guy" seemed to have been hit hard by an invisible giant fist, violently shaking and tilting without warning! I was thrown off the bed and hit hard against the cold, hard bulkhead. Stars were flying in front of my eyes. All the unfixed things in the cabin crashed to the floor, and the light bulbs flashed wildly, flickering on and off, emitting a sizzling electric whine. Outside, a low, depressing, soul-crushing friction sound came rolling in. It penetrated the steel plate of the ship's hull and went directly into the seams of my bones! I rolled and crawled to the porthole, and used my hands and feet to pull open the dirty curtain - outside the window, I didn't know when it had been swallowed by the boundless thick fog. The mist was thick and grey-white, billowing and opaque. And in the deepest part of the thick fog, a huge, twisted, pitch-black silhouette was approaching unstoppably at a slow speed that violated common sense in physics. Its masts were broken and tilted, and its tattered canvas hung like a shroud. The hull of the ship is covered with huge holes and traces of corrosion, and every inch of wood exudes hundreds of years of death and coldness. A faint green light, like phosphorous fire, flickered dimly in the deep darkness of its cabin. It silently broke through the fog wall, and the huge shadow completely enveloped the "Old Guy". The yellowed diary that fell by my feet turned the pages automatically without any wind. Stay on the page just now. The four words "nothing happened" that I wrote were being swallowed up and covered bit by bit by a dark red, viscous liquid at a terrifying speed. The two ships, surrounded by deathly silence and green phosphorescence,... Slowly and irrevocably... Came closer to each other.

11 杂 No Future as a Servant Disciple? I’ll Master Pills and Artifacts to Seek Immortality 杂役弟子没出路？丹器双修谋长生 Helping Elderly Ladies Every Day天天扶老奶奶Eastern Fantasy3.5M WordsOngoing 19kReads8.1Score1.8kShelves

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Nice? Nice

20 1 1999: The War Erased from History 1999：被抹去的战争 Tong Meng Shuhan桐梦书涵Sci-Fi & Apocalypse361k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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If you have ever felt that something is 'off' with the world, and you seem to have forgotten something important... Try reading this book! After reading it, people born in the 8090s said that their memories were awakened. This is not a novel, it is a memory repair manual! This is a story that people born after 2000 definitely don't know!

21 被 After Her Body Was Dumped, She Became the Villain Legion’s Cherished Darling 被抛尸后，她成了反派军团家团宠 First Day, Seeing the Moon初一见月Ancient Romance6.2M WordsCompleted 168.8kReads9.6Score22.9kShelves

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Good looking, the heroine's IQ is online