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- Back to the Past: From Rookie Cop to the Peak of Power 回到过去：从小民警到仕途巅峰！ In his previous life, Jiang Cheng was shot while pursuing a criminal with his mentor, leaving two dead and one injured, including a hostage. While investigating the gunman, he was then assassinated by a mysterious killer. Reborn, he is determined to change both his own fate and his mentor's! Jiang Cheng: In this life, I'll climb step by step until I reach the top! Whoever stands in my way, whether a criminal force terrorizing a region or an international assassin organization, whether a corrupt 960Reads6.7Score—Shelves
- The Day I Became an Angel’s Daughter 某天成为天使的女儿 [Western fantasy, biblical angel system, transmigration, adored by everyone, raising a child, romance] As the last human being in the world, Lu Miko had cursed the fallen angel Lucifer countless times in her heart. After all, nobody knew what had possessed Lucifer eons ago to lay a vicious curse on humanity, dooming it to extinction. After three years of living alone in a daze, Lu Miko finally reached her limit and decided to bash her head against the ground to appease Satan. But she didn't die. 149Reads—Score128Shelves
- Dark Myth: Something’s Wrong with This Tang Dynasty! 暗黑神话：这个大唐不对劲！ Su Ping'an, a modern man, accidentally transmigrates to the Tang Dynasty and becomes a descendant of a member of the Imperial Guard. Su Ping'an thought this was just a simple case of traveling from modern times to ancient times. He was ready to put his modern knowledge to use and climb to the pinnacle of life, but then he saw his father, Su Feng, slash out with a blade, releasing several meters of blade energy that cleaved through stone and split a mountain. Su Ping'an immediately realized that 2Reads—Score—Shelves
- The Heart of the Last Dawn 末道辰心 Atop Qinglin’s emerald slopes, I stumble into the realm of the half-immortal. I heat the snow to brew a drink, and Ying Moumou pours a thousand cups, all down my throat. Beneath the falling frost, a sword leaves its sheath. I recall a lonely day when sleep would not come. I gaze skyward: the rosy sea-glow shines, scattering the blue smoke, while the stars of the elm constellation remain bright in the dawn sky. I break into a smile, then laugh. Life is but a dream. Look at the sun and moon racing —Reads—Score—Shelves
