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Books by 人间月圆
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Three Kingdoms: Blood for All Under Heaven 三国：赤血荐苍生
(Red ideology, no System, no golden finger. Not a history buff’s meticulous reconstruction.) The red flag sweeps through the smoke of war, while the embers still smolder. Zhang Yuan, a transmigrator with the ambition to set the world ablaze, steps into the hell of the Three Kingdoms. He hopes to let the red star shine upon the frozen dead, but all he sees are the blood-soaked cries of the people and a land strewn with corpses. When the chaos of the age grinds his ideals into dust, he stands alon
3.2kReads6.8Score198Shelves
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A Brash Man at the End of the Han: With My Sayings in Hand, the World Is Mine 汉末莽夫：语录在手，天下我有
An unconventional take on revolutionary ideals, an unconventional transmigration, an alternate history, and no golden finger. A People’s Army soldier unexpectedly transmigrates into the late Han dynasty, becoming Pan Fu, a decrepit old man with only a breath left in him. His only companion is his not-too-bright, simple-minded son, Pan Long. Knowing he has little time left, he forces himself to leave behind the lessons of a lifetime, then breathes his last. Pan Long writes down his father’s fina
966Reads8.0Score100Shelves
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Three Kingdoms: I'm Liu Pi, and from the Start, I Break a Coffin for Liu Bei 三国：老子刘辟，开局为刘备劈棺
(No System, no golden finger, no transmigration, no rebirth) “Lord Xuande, this chaotic age is unworthy of your benevolence and righteousness. I’ll be the axe that cleaves through the darkness!” In the fifth year of Jian’an, a bloody battle raged in Runan. Gao Lan’s blade was at Liu Bei’s throat. At the critical moment, a bloodstained battleaxe came swinging through the air! “Lord Xuande, hurry on! I’ll hold off Cao’s troops!” Liu Pi, a remnant of the Yellow Turbans, faced Gao Lan alone, his tw
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Farewell to the Red Chamber 辞红楼
No golden finger, no System, not a wish-fulfillment story, one female lead. The dream of crimson mansions is over, their splendor reduced to ashes. There is no way back, and the rest of life will be spent as a stranger. Such is the human world, buffeted by wind and rain. At the end of the sky, where is the fragrant hill? A dream of Red Mansions must, in the end, be left behind.
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