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Books by 幽月戏云sama
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Life Is a Game: The Narrator's Gambit 游戏人生：叙事者之弈
“This world is a badly written novel with an ending even its author wants to phone in.” Jiang Bai is a down-and-out novelist who lives on instant noodles and is addicted to missing deadlines. His life motto is, “If I can lie down, I won't write a word.” Then one day, a pink-haired boy claiming to be the God of Games kicks him into another world for the most absurd reason imaginable: **“Your novel updates so slowly even I can't stand it. Why not come be my ‘plot-fixing gofer’?”** In this world wh
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Can't Awaken? Then I'll Steal the System! 觉醒不了？那就偷系统！
My name is Yu Tianmeng. I died a long time ago. The future belongs to them, and it has nothing to do with me anymore. My name is Yu Tianmeng. I'm an ordinary person. I want to go home... My name is Yu Tianmeng, a member of the Seventh Squad of Suikong, forever sleeping alone among those ruins of yellow sand. Perhaps they will remember me. My name is Yu Tianmeng. My story has only just begun... "One breath of time, and a hundred thoughts fade to nothing... If I had never existed from the beginnin
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Starwatch: A World Shattered to Pieces 星际守望：世界的支离破碎
“What can I get for you, sir?” “Shattered entrails, congealed blood, writhing tentacles, lifeless eyeballs, twisted plants, withered limbs, mangled brains, scarlet fruit, churning together in a clash of red and white, then sinking into silence as yellow and brown mingle. Clear away this fog for me, so I may glimpse the truth!” “Speak plainly.” “Beef tripe, blood tofu, squid tentacles, sheep's eyeballs, kelp knots, cured pork, steamed brain, tomatoes, a split hot pot, and sour plum juice. Also, m
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I'm Just a Medicine Puppet 不过是个药人
[A golden age is about to begin; ants glimpse the heavens] In the second year of the Wude era under the Tang, the dawn of the Zhenguan era had yet to reach the frontier. In Miquan Village, where yellow sand blotted out the sun, a ten-year-old boy and the villagers struggled to survive by selling sand and gravel. One day, he dug up a blackwood box covered in intricate patterns at home. Inside were three seeds, gleaming like glass, with the words "Spiritless" inscribed on them. Unable to read, he
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