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Books by 誓炎
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Devour the King 噬王
The moment I was tied to a tree as bait, I thought I was done for. The Bear King planted his foot on my face while everyone around us laughed. They called me an ant mutant, the lowest of the low on the island. I couldn't run fast, couldn't win a fight, and didn't even have the strength to bite anyone. When a wild boar charged at me, a woman saved my life. Her arm was broken and blood covered the ground, yet she gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound. Her name was Mi Yao. She was a nurse wh
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Deep Affection in the Nine Palaces 九阙情深
He saved nine people. The last one he saved was himself. Gong Moyan died on a rainy night after driving drunk and crashing. His final thought before death was: In this life, no one has ever loved me, and I will never love anyone else. When he woke, a woman sat beside his bed, dressed in white like mist. Her face was impossible to make out. “I’ll give you nine chances,” she said. “Go save people who have never known love. Succeed, and you live. Fail, and you die.” He sneered. “Why should I?”
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The Shadow God's Ashes 神影烬
Introduction to The Ashes of Divine Shadows Mortician Lu Zhi receives a corpse: dead for three days, yet its chest is warm, and a red tattoo beneath the skin is moving. Some people in this world take drugs to “invite the gods” and gain power. The price is possession by a deity, turning them into murderous monsters. He was once the number-one assassin. Five years ago, he killed his best friend with his own hands. His dear friend, Lu Chenzhou, had been consumed by the drug. With his dying breat
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The Cyber World's Chief Repairman 赛博世界的首席修复师
In the ruins of District Eight, everyone knows that the woman who repairs clocks is not someone to mess with. Lin Mo has a pair of hands that can fix anything. With seventeen files, eight screwdrivers, and a coil of copper wire, she can get a clock that has been stopped for thirty years ticking again, or shut down the most sophisticated prosthetic limb in an instant. She has only one rule: she does not repair prosthetics. Until the day a military prosthetic engraved with her father’s handwriti
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