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Books by 二号遗迹
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You Asked Me to Modify a Skill, So Why Did I Turn It into a Nuclear Blast? 让你改技能，你改成核爆仙人了？
The world underwent a global transformation, and games merged with reality. Fortunately, humans could awaken a class at eighteen and level up by killing monsters, giving them a chance to survive. On the day he changed classes, Lu Yun became the envy of everyone as a mage. Before he could even recover from the shock, the System suddenly appeared. To his delight, he discovered that he could increase or decrease the number of characters in skill descriptions. Fireball deals too little damage? Incre
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Wait, Why Have All My Passive Skills Gone Crazy? 不是？我的被动技能怎么全癫了？
Five hundred years ago, space shattered and monsters ran rampant, plunging Blue Star into an age of total chaos. Lu Yun woke up to find the world falling apart. Luckily, at eighteen he could awaken by obtaining a spirit medicine and become a professional. Although Lu Yun obtained a top-grade medicine and awakened as the all-around [Holy Knight], a profession that could tank, fight, and even heal, the bizarre thing was that all his Holy Knight skills had mutated. The good news: every skill had be
545Reads—Score106Shelves
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What's Wrong with a Warrior Who Puts All His Points into Intelligence? Ever Seen a Battlemage? 战士主加智力怎么了？法战见过没
A thousand years ago, nine meteors fell from the sky, allowing countless races to invade Blue Star. But humans can become class holders through Starshine Jade, giving them a way to face the threat to their survival. However, the class Gu Yu drew was Warrior. Yet the talent he drew was [Mage God]: Intelligence is his primary attribute, and all spell damage is multiplied by 100! Gu Yu was completely dumbfounded. He was a Warrior, but his primary attribute was Intelligence? How was he supposed to p
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Wait, Why Is My Virtual Girlfriend the Demon Emperor? 坏了，我的电子女友怎么是魔帝？
My name is Su Yun. I transmigrated to a world under invasion by countless races and even changed class to become a blacksmith. Reaching the pinnacle, marrying the school beauty, becoming a big shot admired by everyone: it all turned into nothing but flowers reflected in water and a moon mirrored in the lake, a fleeting dream, while I hammered away, eighty-eight times at a time. True heartbreak never comes with shouting and screaming. I decided to lie flat and give up. Who knew I’d stumble upon a
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