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Books by 泡泡糖有奶盖
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Rules of the Strange? I’m Just an Extra! 规则怪谈？我只是个跑龙套的啊
Mystery and wild imagination~ Rules horror~ Cthulhu~ Transformation!! My name is Lin Mo. I’ve spent years hanging around Hengdian, working as an extra. I get eighty yuan a day, and meals are included. I get so immersed in my roles that I’m constantly sent to psychiatric hospitals. Everyone thinks I’m crazy. Then the rules warped, and a monster tore an entire combat squad to pieces in the hallway. I crouched in a corner and found a mop handle. That night, every monster in the building hid from a
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There Are 60 Trillion Universes Inside My Body 我体内有60万亿个宇宙
#BehindTheScenes #WorldCreation #Players #Shenanigans #EnsembleCast #Passionate #Fantasy When other people awaken a golden finger, they either level up by fighting monsters or dominate the city. When Yuan Xu awakens a golden finger, he becomes the Creator God of 600 trillion universes! But he does nothing, just sitting around on Earth as an office drone. Every day he squeezes onto the subway, fixes bugs, eats takeout, and can’t even open a bottle cap. His only fun is watching the players on the
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Rule Horror: I Returned from Death, and the Whole Internet Thinks I'm a Local 规则怪谈：死亡回归我被全网迪化
Rule-Based Horror, National Destiny, Misunderstandings, Death and Return, Global Livestream, Infinite Flow, Mind Games, Apocalypse, Contrast in Character, Lighthearted Black fog swept across the world, turning cities to stone and filling the land with deadly traps. The young man hailed by all humanity as a god survived just thirty seconds the first time he entered a dungeon. He died, went back in time, died again, went back again... In a cycle no one knew about, he died more than a thousand tim
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Train to the Afterlife: I'm an Embalmer Who Holds Back Ten Thousand Spirits with Twin Candles 往生列车：我入殓师双烛镇万诡
My name is Xie Zhi. I’m a funeral director, and I’ve long grown used to the partings that come with life and death. At midnight on the night my grandmother died, a green passenger train with no station signs silently pulled into the rear courtyard of the funeral home. As she lay dying, she pressed a soul lamp and a ghost candle into my hands, leaving me with one warning: When you board the Afterlife Train, never trust the Era Envoys. The train travels through the rift between Yin and Yang. At ev
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