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Doomsday: What’s Wrong with Being a Saintly Big Sister with a System? 末日，姐有系统做圣母怎么了？
[Narrative + management + shopkeeping System + no CP + kindhearted but not overflowing with compassion + stories come first; after 100 chapters, the little shop upgrades, with daily life, an invincible defensive System, and no fear of taking on major factions or ragtag mobs] System, be good. We’re not chasing levels. In this desolate place, we can make money selling just about anything. What are you panicking for? System, be good. We’re not chasing luxury, five-star comforts, or a carefree life.
34Reads—Score—Shelves
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Surviving After Dark Is Hard, Even with a System 天黑求生，姐有系统也是难
People all over the world are swept by a mysterious force into a world with terrifyingly long nights, brief days, and extreme cold. Everyone starts with a small wooden cabin. During the short daylight hours, they can venture out to find supplies, but the conditions are harsh and fierce beasts roam about. At night, things get even worse. Especially in the darkness, there are things no human can fight off, and they take lives. The wooden cabins can be upgraded, and the higher the level, the safer
11Reads—Score—Shelves
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The Apocalypse Came, and the Abusive Husband's Whole Family Was Stunned! 末世来了，家暴男全家傻眼了！
For twelve years, He Duoduo has trained relentlessly in taekwondo, Muay Thai, sanda, martial arts, wrestling, self-defense, and tai chi. She’s even mastered the slingshot, with deadly accuracy, and learned to shoot arrows with steady, powerful aim. All so that one day, she can turn the tables on her abusive, mama’s-boy, good-for-nothing husband, Xu Defeng, and his whole family, and strike back against the torment they’ve put her through. On this night, with thunder rumbling and lightning flashin
5Reads—Score—Shelves
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Maple Season 枫季
Our love was wounded in the year when the maple leaves were at their finest, but its sincerity could not fade. The memory I could never let go of still flows slowly through my blood. Sometimes, by chance, I catch a fleeting glimpse of her in the pool at my feet, only for her to vanish in an instant into the moonlight's cold glow. Still, the wings of longing can flutter beautifully, tearing through the flesh around my heart, where the castle that holds her lies hidden. When we return to this worl
2Reads—Score—Shelves