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Books by 蜡笔没有心x
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The Calamity Game Has Arrived, and I Rewrite Fate With My Spatial Powers 天灾游戏降临，我凭空间逆天改命
[Disaster + Space + Survival + Stockpiling + System + Strong Female Lead + No Romance] The disaster game descends, and order collapses. Before the disaster game arrives, Su Xiaoxiao unexpectedly gains a pocket dimension. It seems to offer a slim chance of survival amid the catastrophe, but she gradually discovers that even greater secrets and dangers may lurk behind it. Fate has long since placed its bets in secret. Whether this is a blessing or a curse depends entirely on her decision. See how
10Reads—Score—Shelves
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A Blade Reflects Her Snowy Beauty: Yizhi's Guardian 刀映雪颜，猗治的专属守护
A Demon Slayer fanfiction about Hakuji and Koyuki, with some satisfying moments. The first short story gives them a fairly complete ending. The second short story depicts them being reincarnated in a modern school. The third short story takes place after Koyuki's death, with her staying by Akaza's side. Please don't bash it if it's not to your taste. Please don't bash it if it's not to your taste. Please don't bash it if it's not to your taste. It's supposed to be a sweet little story
4Reads—Score—Shelves
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Quick Transmigration: The Supporting Actress Is Everyone's Dream Girl 快穿之女配可是万人迷
Fan favorite + love rivals + quick transmigration + strong female lead The moment she awoke from her cage, she had already cast aside her kindness. Gu Shuying was a peerlessly beautiful woman who had been imprisoned to death by a possessive, obsessive lover. On the brink of despair, she bonded with the Supporting Female System and embarked on a journey through countless worlds. She was no longer a weakling waiting to be rescued. She was the hunter moving the pieces on the board. She was an invis
4Reads—Score—Shelves
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Something's Off About My Rule-Bound Apartment 我的规则公寓不对劲
On my first day in my new apartment, I found a red slip of paper in the mailbox: “After ten every night, don’t open the door to anyone knocking, even if it sounds like me.” I laughed it off as a prank and tossed it into the trash. That night, a bloodcurdling scream came from next door. Then someone knocked on my door. Outside, my mother’s gentle voice called, “Sweetie, open up. Mom brought you a late-night snack.” But my mother had left the country on a business trip yesterday.
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