I’m Out of Books to Read. Looking for Something Logical

1 黑 The Crown of the Dark Moon Three Lives, Three ThreeModern Romance2.5M WordsCompleted 184.1kReads9.5Score25.4kShelves

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Personally, I feel that the themes of these books are novel and imaginative, and they are very, very interesting.

5 我 I Get Apocalypse Protagonists Government Jobs Bian LuSci-Fi & Apocalypse758k WordsCompleted 160kReads9.7Score22.6kShelves

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High-scoring article, the post-apocalyptic female video article is the most logical and realistic. At the beginning, I thought it was a clichéd rebirth, and was investigated by the department. Only at the end did I realize how much it cost.

6 十 The End of Ten Days Pest Control Team MemberMystery3.2M WordsCompleted 1.8MReads9.9Score214.6kShelves

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The End of Ten Days is a book that can burn out your CPU. You must have patience to decipher the truth in the end. You can never imagine what will happen in the next book. If you don't have a book, you can take a look. It's super cool.

9 穿 Transmigrate into a Book: No One Understands Arrogance Better Than I Do Chenchen Little DarlingAncient Romance984k WordsCompleted 52.6kReads9.3Score7.1kShelves

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If you haven't read it yet, just read this mindless and cool article.

10 大 The Great Yu's Master Strategist Little Darling Lost in the WayAncient Romance1.3M WordsCompleted 27.2kReads9.3Score3.8kShelves

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I am also reading this book. I think everyone's IQ is online.

11 随 I Went to the City with My Lame Dad to Live Off a Rich Woman, and I’m Loving It Ling DuanyueModern Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 18.8kReads8.2Score2.8kShelves

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These two books have clear logic and exciting content, which makes people want to put it down🥹

13 不 Wait, Bro, How Did You Become a Succubus Everyone Loves? A Long SighUrban3.7M WordsOngoing 250.7kReads9.5Score14.3kShelves

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They are all good and thoughtful books.

19 人 A Willow in the Wind Before Others, a Wall-Smashing Force Behind Their Backs Ten Thousand BladesAncient Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 24kReads9.2Score3.4kShelves

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Bai Jiu'er, who has unparalleled medical skills, traveled through time and became a vicious female supporting role. In order to change the fate of cannon fodder, she went all over the street to support talented and poor scholars. Now, she is arrogant and domineering. There is such a watery person. Bai Jiu'er sneered at this. What do you mortals know? This is called investment.

20 乱 A Total Slaughter: You’re Playing Cards with a Magician? Looks Like a ScholarMystery742k WordsCompleted 3.7kReads9.1Score758Shelves

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This is one of the few books that I persisted in reading. The heroine is smart and thoughtful, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. The author writes very well and vividly, and the characters are also very detailed. It is very enjoyable to read, twisting and turning again and again! ! !

21 直 Selling Tickets to Transmigrate on Livestream: The World's Billionaires Go Wild The One Who Holds the BrushUrban1.5M WordsCompleted 101.1kReads9.0Score11.8kShelves

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Travel through various eras, and big bosses from all over the world are asking for your vote

22 魂 Soul Returns to the Three Kingdoms: Sun Shao's Rise Little Flower Girl of the Tiansha SectHistorical1.0M WordsCompleted 59Reads—Score—Shelves

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This book is suitable for readers who like to read [Dimensionality reduction attack that brings modern knowledge back to ancient times], [Ultimate sense of refreshment] and [Insidious layout, wide-open imagination]! The protagonist is decisive in killing, has an online IQ, and is full of high-energy reversals!

23 我 I Drove the Cultivation World Mad by Writing Novels Ying ZhouzhouAncient Romance1.5M WordsCompleted 36.7kReads9.0Score5.3kShelves

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Updates are in progress, all are being updated.

27 我 I Refine Ten Thousand Poisons into Heaven Three Stones, Like a MonkEastern Fantasy131k WordsCompleted 6Reads—Score—Shelves

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I particularly recommend the second book, about mortals cultivating immortals.

31 无 Infinite Escape: The Museum Curator Rules the Livestream Ling YuMystery1.1M WordsCompleted 11.2kReads9.2Score1.4kShelves

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Books in this category are more logical, imaginative, and beautiful.

33 加 After Working Overtime and Dying Suddenly, I Joined Fire Phoenix Black Obsidian Crystal of Yijian Cave302k WordsCompleted 4.8kReads8.5Score382Shelves

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Although, my dream of serving as a soldier in Fire Phoenix came true. It's so cool.

34 小 The Tiny Boss Is Everyone's Favorite, and She Coddles Her Scumbag Dad Like He's Her Placenta Hu YuModern Romance1.1M WordsCompleted 165.4kReads9.6Score17.3kShelves

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Progressing step by step,

37 恐 Horror on the High Seas Newly Bought PeachesSports2.6M WordsCompleted 293.4kReads9.4Score31.7kShelves

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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... Leaned against each other and made a sound... As if

38 大 Uncle's Crooked Road A Man Entering Middle AgeUrban1.1M WordsCompleted 11Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Try these two books

40 车 The Pinker the Car, the Fiercer the Driver: I’m Claiming the Top Spot Zhang PaopaoSports2.8M WordsOngoing 342.2kReads9.4Score44.3kShelves

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The first one is the best-written road novel I have ever read, with warm group portraits, good writing, and average character richness. It's very comfortable to watch, and you can see how the protagonist gradually changes from a lone wolf character to the backbone and leader of everyone. The second book is my favorite novel❤️, it starts low and moves high (the writing in the first 10 chapters is average, but the author seems to have taken a panacea in the following chapters). It is a non-traditional entertainment industry article. All the characters in the book are the richest I have ever read. The description of the fandom is very good. It is not an ordinary entertainment industry article. It's really heartwarming to see the protagonist grow up and slowly get better. Even if I know the protagonist's perfection through God's perspective, I still love her. Don't enter Lei Lily's book, the protagonist talks about finding a girlfriend in about 470 chapters. Because of Lily in the later stage, the score dropped significantly to the current score. The third volume is also a group portrait, and the copies are all created by the author. I like the medieval one the best, as the concept is very good, and of course the others are not bad either. It can be felt that the protagonist has a brain. Although he has talent, it cannot be said that the help is not there, it can only be said to be very small. It's a very new subject matter. Supplement: I really like the second book, so I will add an introduction written by the author himself: Thank you dear readers for your support! *͈ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈ෆ Add some settings: 1. Xiao Yezi's initial obesity and intelligence were problems caused by her mother's womb, not because she had no self-control and voluntarily ate like this. It will be explained later. 2. The background of this article is not the same as that of Xiao Ming's book, and the two are not related. The background and world view of this book are independent. Please do not substitute the world view of another book~ 3. This article mainly talks about the history of Xiao Yezi's struggle in the entertainment industry. It does not involve other non-scientific plots except the system cheat. The ending must be a Happy ending. Little Ye Zi will become beautiful, smart and healthy, and her character will gradually mature. In short, she will become a superstar. Don't worry~ Conclusion: Finally, I wish you a happy book pursuit (?, I hope my post will help you

43 重 There Is No Golden Finger in Rebirth 70, Only a Wrench Eat Puffs to Lose WeightModern Romance130k WordsOngoing —Reads—Score—Shelves

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A new first novel. Looking forward to readers' thoughts after reading it.

44 修 The Cultivation World’s Sickly Number One Paper TigerAncient Romance1.3M WordsCompleted 219kReads9.7Score25.8kShelves

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This! ! ! This! ! !

45 他 His Gentle Seduction Jie JieModern Romance345k WordsCompleted 40.7kReads9.3Score4kShelves

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I recommend it first! Are there any good novels? There is a shortage of books.