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After Turning Eighteen, I Lived for Eighteen Thousand Years 十八岁以后，我活了一万八千年
At eighteen, Lin Yuan made Su Qingyue his whole world. But on the eve of the college entrance exams, his father’s company was set up for a fall, his mother fell ill, and the people he trusted most one by one turned against him. The girl he had once cherished as his one true love chose someone else just when he needed her most. In despair, he leapt from a high-rise. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a vast world of cultivation. From a sect menial to the pinnacle of the Ten Thousand Paths,
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Calamity Beneath the Firmament: Unrivaled Through the Ages 苍穹劫：万古横推
This is a layered universe, its countless heavens cut off from one another by barriers. The lofty cultivators wield magical treasures and divine arts, treating the billions of beings in the lower realms like weeds. Day and night, they drain the world's spiritual energy and the blood of mortals, all to refine elixirs of immortality. The lowly Lin Yu was born in an underground weapons foundry where sunlight never reached. Every day, his blood was drawn to forge weapons, leaving him worse than dead
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Code Name: Ghost, Seven of My Eight Beauties Want to Kill Me 代号幽灵：八个红颜七个都想杀我
Lin Ye has died once. At least, that is what the top-secret files of Daxia say. Eight years ago, he was just an ordinary boy. Eight years later, he had a codename that struck fear into intelligence agencies around the world: Ghost. Infiltration, assassination, turning agents, decapitation strikes. Once a mission landed in his hands, few people lived to see dawn. Then, during an assassination mission in an enemy nation, a defector scientist who should have died at his hands told him, “Your mother
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After I Left the Endless Night Zone, the World's Elite Fell Silent 离开无昼区后，全球大佬都沉默了
Four years ago, Ji Heng voluntarily entered the Noonday Zone. Not one person locked up here was ordinary. Conglomerate godfathers, underground brokers, arms dealers, intelligence magnates... Any one of their names could keep countless people awake at night. But in the Noonday Zone, the one person nobody wanted to provoke was Ji Heng. Four years later, a letter from home arrived. His father was gravely injured in a car accident, his grandfather had died, his younger sister was being followed
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A Fictional Murder 虚构的谋杀
A Fictional Murder
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