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Books by 麟逍
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I'm Just a Little Bit Overpowered for Someone with Delusions, Right? 我一幻想症强亿丢丢很合理吧？
[Horror Game + Livestream + National Destiny + One Female Lead + System + Traditional Culture] [Beep! System has automatically bound to Host!] [Beep! Newbie gift pack delivered. Please remember to claim it!] [Beep! Newbie gift pack delivered. Please claim it now!] [Beep! Newbie gift pack... Are you going to claim it or not?!] [Beep! Beep! Beep? Beep...] Legend has it that the underworld has eighteen levels of hell, each holding countless souls. They endure endless torme
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Famine Game: Bound to an Opposite-Sex Refund System? 饥荒游戏，绑定异性返还系统？
[Farming] [Adventure] [Survival] [Mystery Solving] [Doomsday] [System] [Light Ensemble Cast] [A Slower Pace] (This story is entirely fictional. Please do not imitate any dangerous acts depicted in it.) Li Qing became one of the lucky third batch to enter the game world. From the start, he was bound to a Gift Return System that only allowed him to give gifts to members of the opposite sex. The thing is, the System had a very broad definition of “opposite sex.” Tentacle monsters? Female! Dogs? Fem
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The Human Emperor Sweeps Across the Nine Provinces 人皇荡九洲
[Urban cultivation, traditional storytelling, no System, not a power fantasy, a war god’s growth, Xuanyuan Sword] Above the deep sky, nine stars align, and the sun and moon shine together. A gigantic face, devoid of any hint of humanity, looks down on the earth with contempt. Below, the land is devastated, with corpses strewn everywhere. Only one person remains, white-haired and holding a golden broken sword, gazing up at that merciless face. He murmurs, his tone betraying no emotion. “Yu’er, I’
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Horror Game: The Grim Reaper's Envoy Reaps the Eerie 惊悚游戏，鬼差当道勾魂诡异
[Horror Game + Underworld Bailiff + Mystery Solving] After working like a drudge in the underworld for centuries, Chu Fan was drowned by a mouthful of thick phlegm while taking part in an operation to besiege the Ghost King. His soul transmigrated into someone with the same name, just as a horror game erupted in this world. At the Yellow Springs Hotel: “Miss at the front desk, what did you say? You want me to hook you?” At the Nether Springs Villa: “Madam, your skirt is open. Shall I give you a
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