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Books by 偏执落空
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The Beast-Taming World: I Can Enhance Pokemon 御兽世界之我能强化出宝可梦
Not overpowered! Not a wish-fulfillment story! New author! Please go easy on me, I’m begging you!!!! Lin Luo transmigrates. But he doesn’t get the usual transmigration perks. Still, that’s okay. He can make do with this. Heh heh. Huh? You drew the weakest kind of beast tamer’s creature: a caterpillar? No problem, I’ll take care of it. Should I strengthen it into a Caterpie or a Weedle? In a world where beast tamers rule, he launches his counterattack with an awakened Pokédex. Beast taming + Po
860Reads7.1Score—Shelves
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All My Beast Companions Are Mutant Pokemon 我的御兽都是变异宝可梦
Year 600 of the Beast Taming Era. The golden age of Beast Tamers, ushered in by Lin Luo, history’s greatest enhancer, begins to fade. Humanity is no longer united, and the hunger for power grows without limit. But while external threats remain, monsters capable of taking human form begin causing trouble as well. After city after city falls, humanity finally comes to its senses. But it is already too late. They can make the beasts betray their masters. That’s right, how could beasts be contracted
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I Was Supposed to Be an Undercover Agent, but You Turned Me into a Demon Lord 说好当卧底，你却卷成了魔君
All the output comes from my imagination! Gu Chen, the righteous path’s top undercover agent, codenamed Heavenly Punishment, has spent his life trying to bring down the demonic cult. To do so, he disguises himself as an unparalleled demon, slaughtering cities and destroying sects until his fearsome reputation precedes him. But he never dreamed that his outstanding achievements would bring the cult’s members to push him tearfully onto the throne of Demon Lord! Gu Chen breaks down inside. “I’m an
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I Reload Through Death and Fight My Way Through This Doomed Nation 我靠死亡回档，杀穿这个要亡的国
Reborn as a regent who holds the entire court in his sway, I barely had time to settle into my seat before the young emperor on the throne and the empress dowager behind the curtain smiled and offered me a cup of poisoned wine. Outside the hall, soldiers lay in ambush. Poison-coated crossbow bolts waited in the rafters, and behind me stood an old eunuch grandmaster with silver needles. It was a perfect death trap. But I seemed to have found a bug. I died from the poison. Everything went black. W
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