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Books by Loved by the Gods
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I Promised to Keep a Low Profile, But the Campus Belle Insists I Show Off 说好的低调，校花偏要我显圣
After awakening an S-rank ability, I decisively chose to be a laid-back slacker. On the day I was assigned to the good-for-nothing class, everyone was showing off their useless abilities. “My ability makes hot water turn cold!” “I can teach potted plants to do square-dancing!” The homeroom teacher slammed the desk and roared, “Get serious, all of you! Today I'm teaching you how to slack off with D-rank abilities and coast through your credits!” I looked down at my phone, scrolling, when the camp
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My Former Teammates Laughed When They Heard I’d Been Scrapped 听说我报废后，前队友们笑了
After an “accident” on a mission left me with amnesia, I was judged to be a write-off, even though I was the strongest fighter in the world of supernatural abilities. My former comrades mocked me without mercy: “You used to be a king. Now you're not even as good as D-rank.” I calmly started selling roasted sweet potatoes at a roadside stall. Business was booming, and life was carefree. Then one day, several S-rank fugitives fleeing for their lives crashed into my oven. The sweet potatoes gave of
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A Feast of Gluttony 饕餮之盛宴
In the isolated modern city of Silent City, an ancient legend persists: there are supernatural beings known as "Connoisseurs" who feed on humanity's "extreme emotions" and compose eternal symphonies from them. Once every hundred years, they descend upon a place to hold a "Feast of Gluttony." This time, Silent City is the stage for their grand banquet. A string of bizarre, inexplicable murders shakes the city. The victims' bodies have been partially "refined": some are displayed like works of art
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After Foreseeing My Death, I Was Sacrificed 死亡预知后，我被献祭了
For seven days straight, I have jolted awake at the same time, foreseeing the same brutal murder. I thought it was just a nightmare, until the crime scene photos matched my dream exactly. I reported it anonymously, but was named the prime suspect. As I fled, I discovered that every victim had experienced the same kind of "precognitive dream." And the organization hunting me is the source of this curse. They call us the "Awakened," and need our fear to complete some kind of ritual. Now, I'm the l
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