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After Surrendering to the Enemy, My Country Perished.
My mother died young, and my father said that the funeral industry was a guaranteed job, so he forced me to take the funeral parlor job. The year I passed the exam, he drank at home for three days and said with red eyes: "Son, our family will no longer be afraid of death." As a result, after he said this, he was sent into my workshop by an out-of-control cement tanker truck. I put on his makeup myself. It was my third year in the industry, I was twenty-three years old, and my skills were already
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I Got a Warning from the End of the World
The light from the TV screen reflected on my face, faintly blue. "... The solar storm warning has been upgraded to the highest level in the world, and it is expected to reach the earth's low-Earth orbit in 72 hours. The general public is requested to stay calm and cooperate with the government's "Ark Plan" evacuation order in an orderly manner..." The news anchor's voice was so steady that it didn't sound like he was talking about the end of the world, but more like he was giving a weather for
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My Mental Pollution Can Control the Mastermind
I have the last half of my ration cigarette left. On the south wall of Wind Breath City, I leaned against the crenel, moved the cigarette butt from the corner of my mouth to my fingers, and squinted at the gray-white wall in the distance. That wall is not made of stone, but of fog. The shallow mist three years ago was just clinging to the ground, like moisture that had not dispersed in the morning, making people dizzy for at most two days. Now it has reached one-third of the horizon, like a gian
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It's Been Three Years Since I Got Married, and I Rely on Time.
I squatted beside the stove in the Chen family's kitchen, holding half a cold steamed bun in my hand and stuffing it into my mouth. The steamed buns were leftover from yesterday's banquet. They were so hard that they could kill a dog, but they were already a rare good thing for me. Three years after I got married, I have long been accustomed to this kind of life - as long as I can eat enough, I don't have to choose. "Chen Fan!" A loud shout exploded from behind me. Before I could turn around, I
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Wasteland Survival: I Complained About the BOSS Being Autistic
When I opened my eyes, a mutated cockroach was lying on my face, licking my nose with its barbed tongue. This thing is bigger than my fist, with six legs on the ground, crunching the broken glass around it. I could smell the rotten smell on it, mixed with the chemical smell of industrial waste, going straight to my forehead. "Fuck!" I instinctively slapped him, and it felt like exploding a water bag. The cockroach flew out directly after I slapped it and hit the wall. Green juice splashed eve
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All Mankind Lives on Light
Light. The dazzling white light pierced into the eyes like knives. When I opened my eyes, I saw all the searchlights spinning overhead, illuminating the entire ruins as brightly as day. Several armored vehicles were parked not far away, the bright light cannons on the roofs still buzzing, and the residual heat in the gun barrels distorted the air. The last three seconds of the scene flashed through my mind - a shadow monster jumped up from behind me, its claws were already attached to the back o
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After Hundreds of Reincarnations, I Will Save the World and Become a Demon
The roar outside the window sounded on time. It's not a human scream, it's that kind of thing - a heart-eating demon. The sound was like a rusty saw scraping bones, coming from the depths of the city layer by layer. I lay in bed, staring at the familiar crack in the ceiling. It extended from the corner and branched off at the third sheet of drywall, like a dead tree growing upside down. During the ninety-seventh cycle, I was so bored that I counted the crack lines, a total of 437. The phone v
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