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  1. Stop Pretending, Dora 别装了,朵拉 Mystery178k WordsCompleted When your most familiar childhood friend smiles with the purest innocence and tells you the deadliest rules, welcome to Dora's Nightmare Park. He Yan, a suspense novelist, never imagined that the horror scenes he wrote would become a survival guide. When he wakes up, he finds himself trapped with several strangers in a brightly colored cartoon world, with a cheerful nursery rhyme playing on repeat in his ears. Dora announces that the game has begun in her sweet voice, and the first participant t 58Reads—Score—Shelves
  2. Said: Welcome to My Trap 赛伊德:欢迎来到我的陷阱 Anime Fanfiction997k WordsCompleted [Delta Force Action + gaming + transmigration + revenge + farming + behind-the-scenes scheming + war and family bonds + ensemble cast] “You fell into a trap!” That was the death sentence burned into Lin Ye’s DNA after Delta Force Action’s ultimate boss, Sayed, killed him again and again. One moment, instant noodles spilled all over his keyboard. A sudden electric shock, and when he opened his eyes again… He had become a penniless six-year-old boy named Qi Yateng, on the war-torn land of Asara. H 4Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. The Abyss Descends: I Opened Blind Boxes in the Ordovician 深渊降临:我在奥陶纪开盲盒 Sports46k WordsCompleted In 2046, the fully immersive game Origin opened its public beta. Players thought they were gaming: taming giant beasts in prehistoric oceans, building underwater cities, and teaming up to take down bosses. All that mattered was having fun. But they didn’t know they had logged into the real Ordovician Period. Beneath that world’s deep ocean stood a door covered in forbidden runes. Something was sleeping behind it. My name is Lin Zhou, and I’m the sole “administrator” of this underwater base. The 3Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. After the Progenitor Virus Broke Out, I Survived Alone 始祖病毒爆发后,我一个人苟活 Sci-Fi & Apocalypse166k WordsCompleted We never imagined that the apocalypse from a sci-fi comic would really appear before our eyes… When that day came, the pilot of a passenger plane, once carrying our dreams of flight, had blood-red, cross-shaped blisters across his face. Laughing maniacally, he smashed the windshield with one punch. Brutal, bloodthirsty madmen took to the streets, and everything in sight became their prey. Have you ever imagined your familiar, friendly neighbor turning into a foul-mouthed monster, ignoring e 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  5. I Deliver Food to the Apocalypse, and the Nation Begs Me to Step In 我给末世送粮,国家跪请我出手 Urban84k WordsOngoing After his father disappears, Lin Ziru is left with his father's eight-hundred-thousand debt. In the end, loan sharks and corrupt cops drive him into a corner. Then one day, he binds to the Myriad Worlds Trading System. A single discarded battery can be traded for thousands of pounds of grain desperately needed by an apocalyptic base. A virus sample can be exchanged for a foundation-building cultivation manual from a world of cultivators. Even an ordinary smartphone can show the lord of another —Reads—Score—Shelves
  6. Horror Descends: My Knowledge Crushes the World 恐怖降临:我的知识碾压全球 Mystery151k WordsOngoing [Infinite-Trope Novel] + [Everyone’s Smart from Start to Finish] + [Wits and Strategy] + [Psychological Battles] + [Horror Movies] Horror descends, and the entire world is plunged into an endless series of horror-movie dungeons. While everyone else is screaming and running for their lives in "The Grudge", I hold up a diary and tell Kayako, “Your grudge violates the law of conservation of energy.” While everyone else waits to die in "The Ring", I answer the phone and tell Sadako, “Your signal tra —Reads—Score—Shelves
  7. Cybernetic Calamity: I Become a Saint by Devouring Miasma 赛博天劫,我靠吞噬浊气成圣 Urban176k WordsCompleted When a cultivation civilization's technology tree lights up and hovercars weave through the neon glow of spirit stones, I become a scrap processor in a cyberpunk world of cultivation. A mine rat with a spirit-root purity of 17.3%, I spend every day swallowing the murky spiritual energy of the slums, until a bronze bracelet engraved with a Taotie pattern buries itself in my flesh It can refine cancerous spiritual smog into chaotic fuel capable of tearing apart the Heavenly Dao. While the cultivat —Reads—Score—Shelves