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Books by Black Potato
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Demon God Slayer 诛天魔神
At the end of the Age of Chaos, fragments of demonic souls fell into the mortal world. During a year of famine in Qingshi Village, his father accidentally ate a demonic fruit, and his mother gave birth to a stillborn child corrupted by demons. Before she died, she offered up her three souls to restore her son’s shattered soul. Thus, the demonic infant embarked on a path of dual cultivation, mastering both divine and demonic arts. Can he uncover the secrets of ancient times and rewrite the fate c
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Forensic Notes of Lin Qi 林七法医手记
In the east, medicine fights the uncanny; in the south, engineering locks down space and time; in the west, beasts track down demons; in the north, illusions seize the mind. Four great families govern the order of the night, united under the Night Alliance and bound by Night Gold. Lin Qi is the odd one out: the direct grandson of the Medicine family, bearing the empty title of Heir to the Medicine Yama, but as useless as an empty medicine bottle. His clinic sits in an alley behind Kabukicho. By
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The Splendor of the Dao of Alchemy 丹道景行
In this cultivation world, the Dao of alchemy is in decline while sword cultivators reign supreme. Yet Wang Yu chooses a different path. With fortune on his side, he commits himself wholeheartedly to the art of alchemy. But the road to mastering alchemy is filled with countless dangers and challenges. On this path of no return, Wang Yu will face trials and hardships unlike any he has known. Still, he is not alone: he has companions who share his ambitions, as well as the teachings and insights o
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Case Notes from a Clinic for the Nonhuman 非人诊疗笔录
My name is Lin Qi. I’m the “Medicine Yama” of the Lin family, one of the “Eastern Ancient Bloodlines,” and the most rebellious assassin of my generation. While my peers still relied on ancient recipes and the proper timing and flow of energy to kill without a trace, I used sniper scopes, daggers, and all kinds of modern electronic equipment. Then one day, the Southern, Western, and Northern families all sent me bizarre “invitations” at the same time: three finger bones preserved in formalin. The
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