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The System Runs Away and You Get Immortality
[Start growth + non-stop fighting + brain + hard work + small map in the early stage + great imagination in the later stage] I was immortal at the beginning. I thought I could just lie down and be a salted fish, but the system ran away! I wandered all the way, was taken in by a landlord, and unexpectedly embarked on the road of cultivating immortality. Others relied on talent and hard work to cultivate immortality. I cultivated immortality purely by "living long and working hard." Along the way,
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Cultivation: Rely on Simplifying the System to Conquer the World [Travel + System + Quick Invincibility + Fantasy and Cool Articles] Xu Zhan travels through the world of immortality, and at the beginning he is sold by his father into the Hongyue Tower of the Hehuan Sect to pay off his debts, and becomes a handyman at the mercy of others. After suffering for eighteen years, he thought he could only sink in filth in this life, and the simplified Kung Fu system suddenly awakened! While others have been practicing hard for ten years, he has a breakthrough in br 283Reads5.9Score103Shelves
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Starting from the F-Level Black Wind Locust, It Devours the Heavens
[Beast pets + entries + hard work + brains + small map in the early stage + great imagination in the later stage] In the year 301 of the New Lunar Calendar, the beast master dominates everything. Lin Jiu had a gray F-level contract mark on the back of his hand, which represented the lowest qualification. Next to him was the ridiculed "waste beast" Black Wind Locust. Working in an incineration plant filled with the stench of burnt corpses of monsters was his only way to make a living. Until that
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- After Observing the Precepts for Sixteen Years, a Poor Monk Became a Buddha by Killing Someone. After observing the precepts for sixteen years, Master starved to death in front of my eyes. On the day when Master passed away due to hunger and cold, he made an offering with the last half bowl of brown rice and passed away in front of the Buddha. I knelt in front of the Buddha, pressing my forehead against the cold floor tiles. My knees have long been numb, and they can't resist the fire in my heart. I chant sutras and sweep the floor every day, and I don't dare to slack off even a moment. Wh —Reads5.5Score—Shelves