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Books by I Only Know How to Write Feel-Good Stories
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A Rich Woman Kept Me, but I Pulled Out a Titan Instead 被富婆喂软饭，我反手掏出个泰坦
[One Female Lead]+ [Pure Thrill] (The rating just came out, and it’ll rise later) In a world of beast tamers, Wu Di awakens to find that his talent has been rated D-grade: [Bestiary of Ten Thousand Beasts]! The whole school mocks him, and everyone laments his fate. Only his beautiful, wealthy girlfriend, who possesses an S-grade Divine Phoenix bloodline, announces in front of everyone, “It’s only a D-grade talent. I’ll protect you from now on!” Just as everyone thinks he’s about to start a life
167Reads5.5Score—Shelves
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There's No Law? Then I Am the Law! 没有王法？那老子就是王法！
He was a model student who obeyed the law, but the powerful framed him, leaving his family dead and him condemned to death. On the brink of death, the [Brute System] activates. The more he kills, the stronger he gets! “Don’t want to die? Then let this world feel pain!” Host status: Dying → [Put all points into physique!] → Physique: 10.8 (average person: 1.0) Trait acquired: [Iron Skin] Ordinary weapons can barely hurt him; his body can withstand a nuclear bomb! A prison guard sneers as he raise
29Reads5.4Score—Shelves
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Naruto: From the Start, I Used Flying Thunder God and Scared Itachi Out of His Wits 火影：开局飞雷神，鼬被我吓懵
After staying up all night to watch the Naruto finale, I was transmigrated when an outlet short-circuited and electrocuted me. I woke up as the Fourth Hokage's eldest son, with Naruto Uzumaki crying beside me. The Night of the Nine-Tails. Both our parents were dead. Kushina's final words: “Protect your little brother.” At three years old, I took Naruto to Ichiraku Ramen. [Ding! Sign-in System activated!] [First sign-in reward: Wind and Lightning chakra natures awakened + martial arts muscle memo
6Reads—Score—Shelves
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From the Start, I Sacrificed My Soul and Gained Limitless Physical Growth 开局祭献灵魂，我体魄无限叠加
“Sign the confession, and I’ll make it quick. Otherwise, your beautiful little sister…” In the dark dungeon, as his broken legs were salted and the jailers leered obscenely, Shen Du swore a blood-soaked oath. On the brink of death, he seemed to hear a hallucination in his mind: [Are you willing to sacrifice your soul in exchange for an ultimate physique?] “Sacrifice it! Sacrifice it all!” The next second, every trace of emotion vanished from Shen Du’s eyes, leaving behind nothing but absolu
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