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Books by 观眇156
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After the Curse Descended, I Contained the SCPs 诅咒降临后我收容了SCP
Cold rain pounded the rusted metal roof of an abandoned factory, beating out a dense, muffled rhythm. The air was thick with the smell of rust, mold, and a sweet, bloody stench that defied description. Lin Mo crouched behind a partially collapsed concrete wall. Rain dripped from the brim of his black rain jacket, gathering into a small, murky puddle by his feet. A translucent, pale blue screen hovered before him, data and warning messages scrolling rapidly across it, completely out of place amid
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Rise of the Chaos Devouring Divine Skill Sign-In System 混沌吞噬神技签到系统崛起
Lin Feng opened his eyes. He was surrounded by ruined streets, and the air reeked of blood. Floating overhead was a line of blood-red text: [Welcome to the Horror Game. New Player Survival Countdown: 23:59:59] “Fuck.”
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After Four in the Morning, I Became a Horror Game Streamer 凌晨四点后我成了惊悚游戏主播画
Four o’clock in the morning. The cold glow of his phone screen fell across Lin Shen’s face. He opened the livestreaming app with practiced ease and entered the room title: “Late-Night Horror Gameplay, Cowards Stay Out.” The livestream had only a handful of viewers. A few night owls were lurking, and the comments trickled in. [Here we go again! What’s Brother Shen playing today?] [What kind of cursed sleep schedule is this? Is the streamer made of iron?] [Selling good-luck charms, peachwood sword
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Director, You’ve Got the Wrong Script! Now the Whole Internet’s Obsessed 导演，剧本拿错了，全网爆火
Jiang Han sat in the director’s chair, his knuckles clenched until they turned white. The beautifully bound script in his hands still reflected the afternoon’s false sunlight, the three stylized characters for Sweet as Honey on its cover. But the contents... On the first page, the male and female leads meet in a café, sunlight streaming through the window and dancing across the heroine’s hair. Turn the page, and the second page, printed in the same neat typeface, reads: [She doesn’t know that th
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