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Books by 鱼儿空
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After My Plan to Lie Flat Failed, the Whole Industry Made Me a Legend 躺平失败后，我被全行业神化了
[The rating just came in. Rest assured, directors, and enjoy!] 2010, the golden age of the internet. Yu Nuo just wants to be an ordinary programmer who leaves work on time and avoids responsibility. But a human resources mistake lands him in the doomed Strategy Department. On a night of despair, he’s pulled into a strange group chat: “AI tomorrow (2025),” a chat group where internet moguls from a parallel timeline shoot the breeze. Door-to-door promotion is doomed; QR code payments take off. Nin
195Reads5.3Score101Shelves
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Honghuang: I, Lin Xiaoyao, Refuse to Be a Potted Plant 洪荒：我林逍遥绝不当盆栽
[No romance + transmigrate into the primordial world + grass spirit's comeback + snarky System + easygoing survival] [Overworked office worker in a potted plant vs. unreliable primordial world] Lin Xiaoyao had imagined many things about transmigrating. He might become an immortal with an otherworldly air, seeking vengeance and living without restraint, or at the very least a cultivation prodigy blessed with extraordinary talent. The reality, however, was that he became a blade of grass. A potted
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He's This Corrupt, Yet Everyone Keeps Praising His Conscience 都贪成这样了，一个个还夸他良心
In the sweltering June heat of Shanghai, Yu Chen, a graduating senior, chooses to lie flat and let the days pass. One time, he casually accepts the permissions of a game guild leader, and his ordinary life is transformed. Guild members from all over the country send him package after package of humble local specialties. Starting with peanut oil and moving on to mountain delicacies, these everyday treasures pave a hidden road to riches. He keeps his wealth under wraps and quietly lies flat, never
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Reborn as Zhao Kuo: I'm No Armchair General 重生赵括：我绝非纸上谈兵
In the final instant before darkness swallowed his vision, Zhao Kuo saw the forest of Qin spears and halberds. Beneath the black standard bearing the white character “Bai,” a figure clad in black armor gazed at him from afar. A mile separated them. A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood lay between them. At the moment their eyes met, Zhao Kuo understood that look. It held neither hatred nor contempt. Only calm. Indifference. Like a craftsman inspecting a nearly finished clay figurine, checking
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