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Books by 暴躁的涵涵
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Jiangshi: Grinding Hard in Uncle Jiu's World 僵尸：在九叔的世界里猛肝
White mist hung over the mountain forest in the early morning. Leaning on a sharpened bamboo stick, I made my way uphill through grass wet with dew. My stomach was painfully empty. The little rabbit meat I’d eaten last night had long since been digested. This body, barely twelve or thirteen years old, was so skinny I could count its ribs, and its skin was sallow, a clear sign of long-term malnutrition. Three days ago, I’d gone to sleep in my rented apartment in the modern world, only to wake up
18.1kReads6.2Score2.2kShelves
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Investiture of the Gods: Growing My Family and Improving My Comprehension 封神：经营家族增长悟性
Chapter 1: The City Gate Guard The wind swept past the flagpole atop the city tower, making the banner snap and flutter. I rested my hand on the bronze saber at my waist, standing on the tower above Chaoge City’s southern gate as I surveyed the bustling crowd below. My name is Li Zhen, at least, that’s what everyone in this world calls me. But somewhere in my memories lies another name, another life. Sixteen years ago, I was born into this age of Investiture of the Gods, the eldest son of a smal
12.3kReads8.1Score753Shelves
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Summoning Skeleton Warriors in the Apocalypse, Starting as a Necromancer 末世从亡灵法师开始召唤骷髅战士
Zombies roar, mutant beasts run rampant, order collapses, and the world becomes a living hell. Hong Yun is an ordinary man struggling to survive in the apocalypse. At the brink of life and death, he unexpectedly awakens and becomes the inheritor of the Art of Necromantic Meditation. While others scavenge scraps from the ruins, he raises a silent army of skeletons from a sea of corpses. Bone is his blade, death his shield. From the first staggering Gray Iron Skeleton Soldier to the terrifying “Sh
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Reborn in Vocational School: Expelled on Day One 重生中专时代开局就被学校开除
Zhong Yuan stood by the exit of a bus station in Huadu, looking down at his outfit. A thick gold chain, as wide as his thumb, hung around his neck, glittering in the sun. Of course, it was fake, bought from a street stall for twenty yuan. The workmanship was so rough that every scratch was plain to see. He also wore a shiny gold bracelet, which was fake too. Its color had faded badly, and in less than half a day it had left a faint gold stain on his wrist. But that was exactly the effect he wa
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