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  1. I Was Invincible from the Womb 我从娘胎开始无敌 Eastern Fantasy596k WordsCompleted Born into the world of immortal cultivation, he becomes a tiny baby still in his mother’s womb. From the start, all he has is a stat panel that automatically doubles every day. Strength ×2, constitution ×2, speed ×2, spirit ×2… At midnight every day, everything doubles on the dot. Lin Xuan plans to lie low until he’s born, then develop at his leisure. But his stats are so powerful that the moment he transmigrates, spiritual energy floods the area and strange phenomena appear throughout the villa 49Reads—Score—Shelves
  2. Contemplating the Sun in the Wasteland 我在废土观想太阳 Mystery98k WordsOngoing Lin Ye, a graduate student in astrophysics, was caught in a space-time vortex during an anomalous solar eclipse and transmigrated to a wasteland a thousand years in the future. There is no sun or moon here. Blood-and-flesh deities lurk in the eternal darkness, while humanity clings to survival through “visualization techniques”: some pray to evil gods for blessings, some place their faith in the ruined mountains and rivers, and others visualize the apocalypse itself in their despair. Lin Ye, c 3Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. Fifty Years Sweeping a Taoist Temple, Now I Seek Immortality in the Mortal World 道观扫地五十年,我在人间问长生 Eastern Fantasy216k WordsOngoing Chen Guan transmigrates to a world of cultivation, only to discover that his greatest golden finger is immortality: he has no cultivation whatsoever, just an endless lifespan. While others reach Foundation Establishment in three years and the Golden Core in ten, he spends fifty years sweeping the floor at a Daoist temple. While sect prodigies fight over inheritances in secret realms, he works on improving the yield of spirit rice per acre. While Nascent Soul Ancestors bleed over ancient treasure 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. His Highness the Tyrant Is Massacring Cities Again 暴君殿下他又在屠城了 Eastern Fantasy134k WordsOngoing The royal house of Great Zhou has a decree: no one may be made a prince unless they reach the Grandmaster realm. And I, Zhou Mo, the ninth prince, was born with crippled meridians and rank at the bottom of the ninth grade in the martial arts. At fifteen, I was sent to impoverished Ningzhou to serve as an “idle marquis.” The entire court said my life was over before it had begun. Then I bound myself to the Mad King Development System. Killing earns experience, massacring cities drops equipment, a 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  5. The Apocalypse Hub 末世枢纽 Sci-Fi & Apocalypse129k WordsOngoing A new novel is out! Welcome to read my work on Tomato Novel. I hope you enjoy it. Your support is what motivates me to write, and I'll do my best to tell every story well! —Reads—Score—Shelves
  6. Sorry, I'm Going to Cheat 抱歉,我要开挂了 Mystery136k WordsOngoing On the second day after I transmigrated to Blue Star, the world ended. Higher-dimensional beings descended, dungeon games launched by force, and all seven billion people around the globe were sent to their deaths. While others wet themselves in horror dungeons, ran until their legs gave out in zombie hordes, or went insane in rule-based horror games, the System gives Su Fan a custom cheat every time he enters a dungeon. Paranormal dungeon? The Ghost King calls him Dad. Zombie siege? The Zombie K —Reads—Score—Shelves
  7. The Stand-In Is Dead, and the White Moonlight Has Returned 替身已死,白月光归来 Modern Romance213k WordsCompleted He spent five years with her and never even learned her name. Wen Yining took a knife for Fu Yanzhou, went to prison, lost a child, and donated a kidney. He called her "hey," "what's-your-name," and "you." One of his eyes was hers. When she was eighteen, she secretly donated her cornea to him. He never knew. Before she jumped into the river, she wrote him a love letter and left it beneath his pillow. The next day, with his arms around his moonlight, he said, "We can throw this fake away." His mo —Reads—Score—Shelves