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  1. Identity V: She’s Just a Stinking Gamer 第五人格:她就是个臭打游戏的 Anime Fanfiction240k WordsCompleted [Identity 5 + National Games Game + Invincible Female Protagonist + No CP + Cool Articles] The Identity V National Games game suddenly dropped into the world, and Linghu Si, whose soul traveled to a parallel world, stared at the survivor squatting in the corner in front of her without knowing why... The Dragon Kingdom is pleased to mention a slayer who serves as the human emperor. When the national regulators just started to watch tinnitus, Linghu Si decisively took out a blind boy who had learn 591Reads—Score103Shelves
  2. I Refuse to Be Crown Princess in This Life 此生不做太子妃 Ancient Romance1.3M WordsCompleted “I will never be the Crown Princess in this life!” Su Xiyue said coldly, pushing the man in front of her away. “Whether you will or not isn’t up to you!” “Your Highness! This is terrible! The Crown Princess smashed up someone’s gambling house!” The Crown Prince sipped his cold tea, perfectly calm. “Get the money and pay for it.” Before long, a servant rushed in with another report. “Your Highness, this is terrible! The Crown Princess tore down someone’s brothel!” The Crown Prince remained 15Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. Harry Potter: Starting Infinite-Flow Games at the Ministry of Magic HP:从魔法部开始刷无限流游戏 Female-Channel Fanfiction55k WordsOngoing [Infinite Flow] + [Doesn't Follow the Original Plot] + [No Fixed CP] + [Strong Female Lead] + [All-Inclusive Romance] + [All Kinds of Love Triangles] + [Time Travel Across All Kinds of Eras] Everyone knew her as Anai Joel, but no one had ever learned her real surname. First instance: Barty Crouch Jr.; Second instance: Draco Malfoy, Voldemort; —Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. Yearning for Qin 念念有秦 Modern Romance363k WordsCompleted Qin Yi had always wanted to find the figure from his childhood memories, the little glutinous rice ball who had once left a “vermilion mark” on his wrist. But he gradually discovered that the grown-up version of that little rice ball was completely different from the child he remembered, and had become much better at bullying him, too. Even so, there was still an inexplicable bond between them. It seemed that this longing had begun long ago and had quietly carried on through the years… —Reads—Score—Shelves