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Jiangshi: Grinding Hard in Uncle Jiu's World
The mountain forest was shrouded in white mist at dawn. Leaning on a sharpened bamboo staff, I made my way uphill through grass soaked with dew. I was ravenous. The little rabbit meat I’d eaten last night had long since been digested. This body, barely twelve or thirteen, was so thin I could count its ribs. Its skin was sallow, a clear sign of long-term malnutrition. Three days ago, I’d gone to sleep in my rented room in the modern world, only to wake up the next second in a shabby little house
2.9kReads6.1Score157Shelves
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Investiture of the Gods: Growing My Family and Improving My Comprehension
Chapter 1: The City Gate Guard The wind swept past the flagpole atop the city tower, making the banner snap and flutter. I rested my hand on the bronze saber at my waist, standing on the tower above Chaoge City’s southern gate as I surveyed the bustling crowd below. My name is Li Zhen, at least, that’s what everyone in this world calls me. But somewhere in my memories lies another name, another life. Sixteen years ago, I was born into this age of Investiture of the Gods, the eldest son of a smal
1.4kReads8.1Score—Shelves
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In the End of the World, the Necromancer Begins to Summon Skeleton Warriors
Zombies roar, mutated beasts run rampant, order collapses, and the world becomes purgatory. Hongyun, an ordinary person who struggled to survive in the apocalypse, unexpectedly awakened in the desperate situation of life and death and became the inheritor of the "Meditative Method for the Undead". While others were searching for leftovers in the ruins, he summoned the silent army of bones in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Bones are the blade, death is the shield. From the first rick
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He Was Expelled from the School at the Beginning of His Rebirth in Technical Secondary School.
Zhong Yuan stood at the exit of a bus station in Huadu, looking down at his outfit. A gold necklace as thick as a thumb hung around his neck, shining brightly in the sun. It was of course fake, bought at a street stall for twenty yuan, and the workmanship was so rough that even the scratches on it were clearly visible. There was also a golden bracelet on her wrist, which was also fake and had faded badly. After wearing it for less than half a day, the wrist was already stained with a light gold
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