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  1. With Calamity Looming, I Protect All by Being Reborn 天灾将至,我靠重生护苍生 Sci-Fi & Apocalypse74k WordsOngoing The burning pain at the back of his neck had barely faded when Lu Jingchen jerked his eyes open. Above him were familiar carved wooden beams. A copper bell hanging from one swayed in the draft, ringing clear and bright, nothing like the clanging of rusted metal in the apocalypse. Instinctively, he reached for the back of his neck. His fingertips touched smooth, warm skin. There was no horrific wound from being impaled by rebar, as he had expected, and no lingering stench of blood and rot in his 8Reads—Score—Shelves
  2. My Oath to the Sacred Mark 我的圣痕之誓 Ancient Romance70k WordsOngoing The wind in Twilight Town carried the bitter fragrance of herbs, drifting lazily along the stone-paved streets. Song Shiyan crouched beneath the old locust tree at the town entrance. Carefully avoiding the edges of the wound, he applied crushed wound-healing herbs to the leg of Hank, a poor man. Hank was a cart driver. Yesterday, he fell onto a gravel road while dodging an out-of-control carriage, slicing his lower leg open to the bone. Unable to afford a proper physician, he had come to Song Sh 8Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. System Error: Uncovering the Truth on a Future Campus 系统误判:我在未来校园揭开真相 66k WordsOngoing Acid rain has turned the sky over District Three of the New Era Federation a murky gray. The titanium-alloy gates of Star Dome High School glimmer coldly through the rain. At the entrance, a holographic bulletin board loops the opening-day address, while the principal’s AI-retouched face smiles without a flaw. Fan Cheng pulls his uniform collar higher to cover half his face. His worn synthetic-leather shoes squeak as he steps through the puddles, a jarring contrast to the gleaming hover shoes wo 8Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. The Man Who Alters Fate in the City 在都市修改命运的我 Urban65k WordsOngoing At five in the afternoon, the light in Shi Yi Zhai, an antiques shop on Binhai City's Antique Street, had already turned somewhat dim and yellow. The air was filled with a complex, distinctive scent: the quiet fragrance of aged wood, the dry feel of fine dust floating in the air, and the faintly pungent, turpentine-like smell of the special restoration glue beside Lin Mo. Blended together, these scents made up everything he could perceive of the world. 8Reads—Score—Shelves
  5. Love and Hardship Amid the Case 案中情深共患难 Mystery62k WordsOngoing The air in the imperial study was so heavy it seemed to have solidified into lead. From behind the rosewood imperial desk, the emperor spoke without a trace of warmth. “The evidence in Chancellor Shen’s embezzlement case is conclusive, but the stolen funds’ whereabouts remain unknown. I appoint the two of you as joint lead investigators: Xie Wanxing, Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, and Shen Zhiyi, the former chancellor’s legitimate daughter.” Shen Zhiyi knelt on the cold golden-br 7Reads—Score—Shelves
  6. Lord of Renown: The Steam Age 声望之主:蒸汽纪元 Eastern Fantasy74k WordsOngoing A rust-colored wind swept sand and gravel against the tin shack teetering on the edge of Scrapiron Town, making it clatter as if it might fall apart at any moment. Inside, Yin Bianyun huddled among piles of discarded gears and rusted steel plates. The heat in his forehead was almost enough to burn through his consciousness. He could feel his life draining through every pore, like steam escaping from a crack in one of the meticulously polished pipes in the Imperial Capital. Once a breach appeared 7Reads—Score—Shelves
  7. Wuxia: From the Start, I Own a Martial Arts Arena 武侠:开局一座演武场 Eastern Fantasy22k WordsOngoing It was only when the smell of rust hit his nostrils that Li Qingshi truly realized he was in deep trouble. His head throbbed dully. His vision was blurred, and his mouth tasted of dirt. He tried to raise a hand to rub his eyes, but the moment his right hand lifted half an inch off the ground, a tearing pain shot through his shoulder blade, as if someone were slowly drawing a red-hot iron rod out from his bone. His fingertips brushed against the rough ground. It didn't feel like asphalt, nor the —Reads—Score—Shelves