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Books by 再来一瓶
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I Turned Myself into a God 我把自己改成了神
Programmer Li Yao transmigrates into a game world with a cheat tool and begins a life of outrageous good fortune. Born with blocked meridians and branded a hopeless case? No problem. Change that into a supreme bloodline and make him an unparalleled genius! A hunk of scrap metal that can barely chop wood? No worries. Turn it into an invincible divine sword that can cleave through the void! Failed medicinal dregs, too wasteful to throw away? No rush. Change them into heaven-defying pills that can
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Reborn: The Invincible Sword God 重生之无敌剑神
I was once the Sword Sovereign, but dust obscured my brilliance. Now that I have attained the Dao, I'll shake the world! Li Chen, a Sword Sovereign of his age, was betrayed and killed by his beloved, the Immortal Maiden Yaoguang. Reborn in the mortal realm, he draws on the attainments of his previous life to master divine arts, refine divine pills, and command divine beasts. He rises to power, crushes the geniuses of every sect, and ultimately becomes a Sword God whose name resounds through all
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The All-Around Expert in Another World 异世全能高手
Li Mei, a down-on-his-luck writer, accidentally transmigrates into his own novel and obtains a Lucky Coin. He cultivates all kinds of skills, mastering martial arts, magic, alchemy, formations, and more, until he becomes an all-around expert in another world. One sword cleaves Heaven and Earth, one spell eclipses the ages, one pill leads to the Great Dao, and one formation slays ten thousand demons! This is the story of an all-around expert showing off in his everyday life.
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The Night Watchman of the Underworld 地府打更人
It was pouring rain the day Master died. Almost everyone in the county came out. Silently, they joined the procession, holding bright red umbrellas. It was as if they had dressed ten miles of the rainy night in bridal red. Raindrops the size of beans pelted the red umbrellas, seeming to carry the scent of blood. I couldn’t understand it. In my memory, Master was just an ordinary old watchman at the psychiatric hospital. Why would so many people come to his funeral with umbrellas, in a procession
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