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Books by Candy in My Pocket7
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Surviving as a Stray Dog in the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms 我在五代十国野狗求生
My name is Li Ye. I’m a wilderness survival blogger, and my followers call me “Wild Dog.” I woke up in some damn grain transport convoy. There was one group ahead and another behind, and the two sides were fighting. The moment they caught someone like me in the middle, they killed him! A civilian laborer died beside me and was tossed into a ditch. In the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, a human life was worth less than a dog’s. I just don’t get it. Why did I transmigrate without a System
102Reads—Score122Shelves
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The Rooster Drives a Bus 公鸡开大巴
[Urban and dungeon arcs as twin engines] [Wish fulfillment] [Urban rags-to-riches story] [Dungeons fulfill history’s unavenged regrets] After Qi Yu is inexplicably hit by a car, he becomes one of the “chosen children,” inexplicably boards a bus driven by a rooster, and is inexplicably tasked with transmigrating into the past to rewrite the heroes’ unfulfilled regrets. He plots his way to becoming a tycoon and turning his life around! Can rewriting tragedies bring huge rewards? Then can’t he rewr
80Reads—Score125Shelves
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The Global Savior Anti-Overwork Alliance 全球救星反内卷联盟
I’m Lin Mo, a corporate drone who awakened a useless power: “mental contamination.” The System said I could contaminate other people’s minds. But the first time I tried, an A-rank inner demon shot back: [The target’s inner world is too empty. No valid emotional memories available to contaminate.] Fine. If I can’t contaminate them, I’ll talk them into it. I talked the weekly-report monster into quitting, persuaded the sales spirit to let go of its obsession, and convinced twenty-three shadow
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The Pancake Vendor Downstairs Is the Guardian of Myth 楼下卖煎饼的大爷，是神话守门人
The old man who sold savory crepes downstairs from my office said I was descended from the Gatekeepers, and that an ancient ferocious beast was sealed underground. I thought he was senile, until I worked overtime until three in the morning and saw a faceless monster crawling out of the elevator. The old man smacked the monster into ash with a bamboo scraper, then turned to me and said, “Gatekeeper blood runs in your veins. You’re taking over this job.” Me: ??? Only later did I learn that nine
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