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Books by 树大根深
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The Empress Turns Her Nation’s Fate Around in a Full-Dive Game 女帝在全息游戏中逆转国运
Jin Liu, a seasoned social phobe, has one thought after entering the game: No humans! Only food! So she eats everything she comes across. In the global livestream, Jin Liu draws widespread attention as a player from Country A and the game's only female contestant. She becomes famous for representing humanity and making her way through the world with a beer bottle, but is best known for eating everything wherever she goes. Just as Jin Liu is happily eating her way through the dungeons, a teammate
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Opening a Shop in the Cold Palace, the Emperor Begs Me to Keep Him 冷宫开店，帝王求我包养
It hurt. The back of my head felt like someone had cracked it open with a brick. I opened my eyes groggily to a ceiling beam thick with cobwebs, and the air was heavy with a damp, musty smell. I was wearing coarse clothes that chafed my neck. Wait. Why did this place look so familiar? I sat up abruptly and knocked my head against the low bed frame, making me grimace in pain. The Cold Palace. I was reborn, reborn as Pei Yuan, the deposed empress in the Cold Palace. A flood of memories that weren'
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I Deliver Food, Yet Make My Customers' Dreams Come True 我送外卖，却让顾客梦想成真
The wheels of my electric scooter rolled over food-delivery soup stains on the ground. I cursed and barely had time to squeeze the brakes. A crowd had gathered up ahead, blocking the alley entrance. I honked twice, but nobody paid me any mind. I peered over and saw three thugs with dyed-blond hair surrounding an old woman. The leader kicked over the foam box in front of her. “Old woman, didn't you hear us? This street pays protection money!” The old woman hunched over. Plastic bottles were sc
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Containment Across Ten Thousand Worlds: My Fantasies Become Reality 万界收容：我的幻想是现实
The blazing sun baked the wasteland until it smelled scorched. You Miao Long crouched at the foot of a broken wall, a scrap of cloth spread out in front of him. Four crooked characters on it read “Iron-Mouth Divination.” Three days had passed, and he hadn’t earned a single copper. “Your Highness, that fortune of yours… wasn’t accurate.” The butcher, his face covered in rolls of fat, drove his cleaver into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. You Miao Long shrank back. Last time, he’d blurted
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The Nightpot War God 夜壶战神
Midnight. When Xuan Yuan Rancang pried open the back window of the antique shop, his fingers were still trembling. Not from fear, but from hunger. He hadn't eaten his fill in three days, and the meager wages from the acrobat troupe had all gone toward covering his loan-shark debt. “Pay up soon, or I'll take a leg.” The scar-faced man's threat still rang in his ears. He slipped inside, light as a cat. Years of tightrope walking had taught him how to move like this. Moonlight streamed through the
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