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  1. Sign-In in Zhenguan: From Beggar to Supreme General 贞观签到:乞丐逆袭天策上将 Historical92k WordsOngoing In the third year of the Zhenguan era, on the sixth day of the third month, the wind howled through Chang'an's West Market. It blew like mad, flipping the broken shop signs back and forth. The ragged people in the streets huddled against the cold, each curled up like a startled hedgehog. At the foot of a wall on a street corner, someone sat slumped against the crumbling bricks, bent like a hook. His hair was a complete mess, like a haystack. But his eyes were bright. Though hidden behind tattere 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  2. The Path to Awakening in the Urban Martial Arts World 都市高武觉醒路 Urban84k WordsOngoing In a bustling city, Lin Yu is an ordinary university student living an uneventful campus life. Yet deep down, he longs for a change, always feeling that something is missing from his life. By chance, he discovers an unsigned ancient book tucked away in a corner of the university library. It contains strange symbols and cultivation methods, and from that moment, his fate begins to change in secret. —Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. After Reuniting with His Family in the Wasteland, He Became the Wildest King 废土认亲后,他成了最野的王 Sci-Fi & Apocalypse90k WordsOngoing “Good grief, what kind of dump is this?” Xiao Chengjun rubbed his aching head and stared at the apocalyptic scene before him, his mind a complete mess, as if countless little bugs were crawling all over him. The sky was a murky gray, as though covered by a layer of grime that could never be wiped clean. The earth had cracked open, the fissures like enormous gaping mouths that looked downright terrifying. In the distance lay a sea of corruption, its surface bubbling constantly with nauseating bli —Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. The Perfumer’s Mecha Shocks the Steam Age After Her Identity Is Exposed 掉马后,女调香师的机甲震惊蒸汽 Eastern Fantasy88k WordsOngoing The gas lamps in Steam City burned without pause, casting the night in a somewhat faded orange-red glow. Su Yan wrapped her somewhat worn linen coat more tightly around herself. In this city of steam and gears, she wanted to shed the modern air that made her feel so out of place. "Tell me, do you really think those people who shout 'mechanical ascension' in the newspapers all day have gears in their heads, or bread gone moldy?" Allison, the proprietress of the Old Times Bookshop, spoke with exag —Reads—Score—Shelves
  5. Wasteland Rogue: I Decide the Laws of Reincarnation 废土痞尊:轮回法则我来定 Eastern Fantasy71k WordsOngoing Blackbone Ridge. You can tell from the name that the place is dark as can be. Bones are scattered everywhere, their owners long since weathered away. They crunch underfoot like the creepy soundtrack that plays when the Grim Reaper comes calling. Xiao Ye had a blade of foxtail grass between his teeth. Squinting, he surveyed this godforsaken place, so awful even the birds wouldn't come here to shit. “Damn, I've been searching for three days. Could my brothers really have been eaten by vultures?” H —Reads—Score—Shelves
  6. An Unlikely Journey in the High Tang: A Mirror of History Across the Heavens 盛唐逆旅:诸天史鉴 Historical84k WordsOngoing Spring, the third year of the Tianbao era. East of Luoyang, there was a place called the Broken Inkstone Study. Calling it a study was a bit of a stretch. And right now, a particularly absurd scene was playing out inside. The oil lamp cast barely any light, illuminating the thin figure of a man. That man was our protagonist, Li Yan. He was hunched over a battered desk, writing furiously as he copied a fragment of The Grand Beginning Strategy. The scratch of his pen against the paper rang ou —Reads—Score—Shelves
  7. After Severing Ties, She Grows a Peach Blossom Haven in the Wasteland 断情后,她在废土种出桃花源 Sci-Fi & Apocalypse86k WordsOngoing The scorched earth steamed with heat like a giant bamboo steamer. Su Shen stood amid that lifeless expanse of yellow-brown soil, dressed in coarse cloth patched all over. The wind made her clothes flap and rustle. She clutched the tattered copy of Essential Techniques for the Common People in her arms so tightly that her knuckles had gone white. If this hadn’t been handed down by her ancestors, she’d have thought some malicious person had tried to trick her with toilet paper. She looked around. —Reads—Score—Shelves