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I Am the Demon, Not the Prey
Report, we’ve found a young man. Where? In the coffin the archaeological team excavated today. Is he alive? Yes. We found his ID. He’s a university student. Professor, who put him in there? No one. This coffin hasn’t been opened in at least a thousand years. Th-this can’t be possible! A mysterious soul from the river of history inexplicably arrives in the body of a modern university student. Is this a ghost possessing a corpse, or a reincarnated soul awakening? He explores ancient tombs, raises
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The Years I Was a Zombie
He came from the red years of war. The little Taoist priest Zhang Chujiu entered the mortal world with the heart of serving his country, but died unexpectedly. Decades later, he reappeared in the world by chance. Facing a world where things are right and people are different, what should he do? Let's see how Zhang Chujiu plays with the human world, ascends to other worlds, and fights his way to the three realms of prehistoric times.
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I Treat Cultivation as a Game
One day I woke up and the situation suddenly changed. The real world turned into a game world. The vegetable seller, landlady, classmates, and teachers all became mobile NPCs with visible health bars. What! I go to a zoo and you want me to hunt three wolves? I went to the toilet, and you asked me to swat the fly monster to death. The system treated you as a human being. I became a different person in the eyes of others. I hid in the toilet to gain experience while pretending to be awesome in the
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The Mad Daoist in the Age of Dharma Decline
Times change, the sun and moon turn, and the Dao is lost. In this age of technology and declining spiritual practice, only the older generation still clings to superstition. Young people scoff at myths and legends. Cultivators? Aren’t they just scammers in temples and Taoist shrines, chanting scriptures? Rituals? They’re just a way for the living to find comfort, nothing more. Then one day, a wild-eyed figure crawls out of a dilapidated Taoist shrine, covered in mud and dressed in rags. Gazing a
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