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I, Under Heaven and Man, Have Insight into the Way of Heaven
The sunshine at three o'clock in the afternoon, with a hint of laziness, slanted in through the glass window of the "Gu Yunzhai" antique shop that was covered with a thin layer of dust. In the air, countless tiny dust particles rolled and danced in the light pillars, like golden elves given life. Lu Zhou sat in front of the workbench, turning a blind eye to all this. He is twenty-two years old and is an apprentice in this shop. His job is to repair old objects that have been forgotten by time. H
29Reads—Score—Shelves
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I Am Destiny
Consciousness is torn from the endless darkness. "Boom!" A thunder exploded, not in my ears, but in the deepest part of my soul. Shen Wei suddenly sat up from the bed, his heart beating wildly, as if he was trying to break free from the cage of his ribs. He was breathing heavily, and fine cold sweat covered his forehead, falling from the corners of his eyes, bringing a cold touch. The dormitory was very quiet, except for the thunderous snoring of fat Wang Kai, and the rich, fragrant smell of a b
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I Picked up a Universe Core
He could smell it. There was a stench of rancid grease and burnt metal. This smell seeped into every fiber of his heavy protective clothing and lingered stubbornly on the edge of the breathing filter, as if it was about to break through the last line of defense at any time. This is the garbage disposal port of Area C of the "Ark", the empire's flagship, so big that it can swallow a small satellite. And he, Lu Yuan, number 9527, is the most insignificant existence on this giant ship - a garbage c
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The Strongest Virtual Idol at the Beginning, Favored by All the Big Guys on the Internet
At night, the neon lights of Cyber City's "New Sea" never go out, like cold data streams, covering the steel skeleton of the city. On the edge of the city, in a low-cost apartment converted from an abandoned data center, Song Yan was sitting on a rusty metal chair. The smell of engine oil and dust filled the air. In front of him, a second-hand holographic projector shimmered with light, projecting a dazzling debt settlement statement - 3.87 Million credit points. Even more fatal is the line of
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Reputation Becomes a God: I Live Broadcast to Become a God in Ancient Times
Dasheng Dynasty, the third year of the Apocalypse, winter. The goose-feather heavy snow rolled in the new wind, like countless cold knives, scraping on Xiao Xiao's chapped cheeks. He was huddled in a corner of a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of Beijing. His thin coarse clothes could not withstand the biting cold. His frozen fingers were tightly holding a jade pendant with frayed edges. The word "Xiao" engraved on the jade pendant was faintly visible in the dim light. This is his tenth year
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