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Books by 爱吃火锅的本哥
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I'll Come Clean: I Cheated to Protect the Sea of Stars 摊牌了，为了守望星海我开挂了
“Your people invented mechs? Did you cheat?” “It was an accident. They were only trying to build a robot for hauling bricks!” “Your mechs can use magic? How did that happen? Did you cheat again?” “That was an accident too. They talked it into existence!” “Your crappy virtual reality game has a third of the world's population in it. There are no criminals left, and as a serious-crimes detective, I've been writing tickets for half a year! “Isn't that a good thing?” “Where did you get the blueprint
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Transmigration: Saving Myself in a Parallel Universe 穿越：拯救平行宇宙中的我
Apocalypse + interstellar + wasteland The apocalypse arrives. Can humanity, the greatest of all living beings, still stand at the top of the food chain? A mutant zombie can kill a Gatling-wielding soldier with a single charge, while mutant rats can slaughter hundreds of thousands of lives in a single night! Chen Feng transmigrates to the apocalypse, bearing the mission of saving everything. He initially thinks his immortal body will make the task easy, but as he delves deeper, he discovers th
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The Three-Body Problem: I Really Don't Want to Make a Fool of Myself! 三体：我真不想犯二啊！
[Longevity + No Romance + System] As the Trisolarans grow and match wits with the Wallfacer Yun Tian, they think they've learned intrigue and how to threaten Earthlings. Then Yun Tian turns the tables and traps them in the slow fog. Trisolarans: “Yun Tian, that's not playing fair!” Yun Tian: “I don't have time to play with you! You're not my target!”
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I Became a Trisolaran 我成了三体人
“It’s so cold. Where am I?” “Beep. System detects multiple weak vital signs in Host. Treatment system starting… Repairing bodily tissue. Progress: 1%...” “Who’s there? Who’s talking?” Chen Feng abruptly sat up. A wave of weakness washed over him, and it took several deep breaths before he recovered. Only then did he realize he was in an unfamiliar place. It was a low-ceilinged room, its mottled walls marked by the passage of time. A strangely shaped ceiling light cast a dim glow. Perhaps because
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