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I Really Don't Want to Die Anymore, Please Let Me Go, Sick Girl.
[No heroine]+[Lori Cat Girl]+[Infinite Rebirth]+[Light Hundred]+[Single] Due to some mysterious reason, Yumo turned into a unique holy cat girl, and she was still in a different world! Faced with the malicious prying eyes of the people around him, Yumo could only disguise himself as a little priest who lived incognito and struggled to make ends meet. But... Fate plays a trick... She discovered another even more desperate fact. Why do people around me always turn into yanderes~ Don't come near me
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Empress System
It's unlucky for me to be bound to this crappy system. As soon as I opened my eyes, I became the cannon fodder female supporting character in a harem novel. The system required me to win the emperor's favor within three months. I opened the door of Leng Palace with my backhand: "Your Majesty, are you rebelling? My father's military talisman is given to you." The system screams: [Host! The mission is to fight for favor, not to rebel! I took out the design drawing of the cannon: "What's the poin
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Morgue Echo
The night shift at a funeral home is the most profitable and dangerous job in the city. I took it for rent. From then on, every midnight, whispers would be heard in the morgue. They said that they did not commit suicide or accident, but were killed alive. My colleagues disappeared, my master died tragically, and I became the number one suspect in a series of murders in the city. All clues point to the tragedy of the fire that was suppressed decades ago. And the only witness who could prove the r
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Feng Shui Master of Yin Mansion: Dragon Veins in the Coffin
I am Chen Jiusheng, the last Feng Shui master in Lingnan. The left eye is open to the yin, and I can see the dead entangled with the living. Before his death, my grandfather warned: If you go to Wusang Mountain in the southwest, you will die. But for the million-dollar house fee, I still stepped into that century-old house. Workers strangled themselves to death, their hands crawled with blood from dry wells, and ghosts cried in the middle of the night. I thought it was just to destroy the house.
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