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Books by 生蚝爱吃我
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Myriad Realms: Why Does Your Succubus Have So Many Talents? 万界：你的魅魔怎么这么多天赋
[Myriad Worlds + Lord + Growth + Multiple Female Leads] Eight billion people from Blue Star transmigrated together to the Chosen Continent, becoming Chosen Lords. Alongside humanity, they must face the myriad races of the universe and fight for a ticket to godhood. Upon arriving on the continent, each lord randomly receives an initial talent and a unit type. “Get this, bro: my talent is Diamond-tier Tenfold Enhancement. It boosts my race's combat power tenfold across the board.” “Not bad. Mine's
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Can't Equip Gear? Ever Heard of the Attribute Forge? 不能穿装备？可曾听闻属性锻造器
[High-school martial arts + alien-beast invasion + endlessly stacking attribute enhancements + all-out fighting for pure thrills + attaining sainthood through the body] A hundred years ago, alien beasts descended upon Blue Star, plunging the world into an age of crisis. A century later, humans can strengthen themselves with equipment obtained by killing alien beasts. The equipment craze sweeps the globe, and the arduous path of martial arts, with its meager rewards, gradually vanishes. Chen Qiu
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Oyster Lover's Sixth Book 生蚝爱吃我的第6本书
After transmigrating into a world rife with danger, Chen Xuan finds the mysterious Cthulhu lurking, waiting for its chance. Tested both physically and mentally, he steadily rises to the pinnacle. "Warrior, tank, archer? Only kids have to choose. I want them all!"
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My 64 Production Lines Conquer the World 我六十四条生产线称霸全世界
Chen Xuan transmigrates to a world where everyone possesses a divine realm. Within these realms, trillions of holy spirits cry out in unison, helping their “Heavenly Gods” ascend the throne. Behind the splendor of these divine kingdoms lies the fall of countless “gods.” After awakening an artificial-intelligence follower, Chen Xuan embarks on a glorious path paved with countless production lines, churning out ten infantrymen every second!
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