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Books by Alice Margatroid
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I’m the Villain, and the Heroine Has Me Wrapped Around Her Finger 我，反派，被女主安排了
I’m sure you all know how hard it is to transmigrate into a book and become a villain who has to follow the plot, right? I, Qin Feiyu, transmigrated because I slept too deeply. What a coincidence: I transmigrated, became the villain, and this villain even had the same name as me. Qin Feiyu: “This is exhausting. Everyone else transmigrates and gets to live in luxury, but I have to die. What kind of nonsense is this?”
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I Became an Immortal After Leaving Seclusion 出关后我已成仙
Beyond the gates of the Qingyun Sect, clouds and mist swirled. Lin Xiu stood in white with his hands behind his back, gazing at the familiar sect plaque before him. The faintest smile tugged at his lips. Three years had passed. Three years ago, he had been an inconspicuous servant disciple in the Qingyun Sect’s outer sect, with mediocre talent and little cultivation. His fellow disciples mocked him, and the elders ignored him. Then, by chance, he obtained an ancient-looking ring, which contained
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The Mirror Hospital's Certain-Death Dungeon: The Living Dead Strike Back 镜中医院必死副本活死人逆袭
When Lin Ye opened his eyes, he saw a yellowed ceiling light overhead. Two shriveled fly carcasses clung inside its tube, and its glow cast wavering shadows over walls with peeling paint. The air smelled of damp, moldy wood, mingled with a faint trace of blood. He sat up on an old-fashioned wooden bed, whose boards let out a sharp creak. What kind of place is this?
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After Triggering a Taboo, I Can See the Countdown to Death 禁忌触发后我能看见死亡倒计时
The blood moon hangs overhead. An eerie, dark-red glow blankets the entire city of Jiangcheng. The streets are deserted, and only the occasional piercing scream breaks the silence. Lin Mo stands atop the clock tower in the central plaza, looking down over the city in chaos. Deep in the pupil of his left eye, a countdown is rapidly ticking away: [00:02:17] Two minutes and seventeen seconds. That is the countdown to his own death.
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