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  1. A Hundred Million in Spending Money Every Day, But I Never Meant to Become a Tycoon Urban86k WordsOngoing Lu Yuan, a poor kid who ranked third in the city on the college entrance exam, boards a green train bound for Modu University. He thinks his life is about to change, but just after the train passes through a tunnel, his phone vibrates! “Ding! Congratulations, Host, you've bound the Daily Tycoon System!” What? A System? A tycoon? A hundred million a day?! Lu Yuan is completely stunned. The best part is that the System is dead simple: spend a hundred million a day however you like, or save it up! 47Reads—Score—Shelves
  2. Strange Tales of Rules: the Seventh Customer Mystery80k WordsOngoing #Rule #urban weird #nightshift storekeeper #brain-hole puzzle #counterattackshuangwen #unitcase #long-term suspense # #systemhardcorebreakthrough With six figures in debt and no other options, Chen Shi joined a late-night convenience store that no one dared to take over. He originally wanted to pay off his debts with a high salary, but unexpectedly broke the terrifying taboo of late night in the city. Every day from 2:47 to 4:00 in the morning, a short 73 minutes is the weird night time, where y 14Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. From the County Town to the World: I Take a Commission from the Consumption of the Entire City Urban99k WordsOngoing On the day he was laid off, Chen Fan returned to the county town and decided to stay in bed for the rest of his life. As a result, it was bound to an outrageous system: every time a consumption was made in Yunshui County, he had a share. He is the one who buys groceries, buys houses, and opens shops - everyone in the city spends money, and he collects the money while he is there. He thought it was paradise until he discovered: too much money also brings trouble. When he first acquired the tw 8Reads5.8Score—Shelves
  4. Mecha Modeler: I Forge Iron Bodies for Martial Gods Sci-Fi & Apocalypse133k WordsCompleted An alien force invades the stars, and the Federation's main forces are routed! At the brink of despair, Lin Yuan, the “good-for-nothing second-generation heir” mocked by the entire internet, quietly opens his toy box. The next second, one mythic mech after another rises from the ground! “Who says building model kits is a dead end? The weapons I build by hand are humanity's saviors!” 3Reads—Score—Shelves
  5. The Spiritual Energy Is Revived, and I Can See Notes in My Left Eye Mystery85k WordsCompleted The spiritual energy is revived and urban ghost stories come true. I, Lu Yan, am just a social creature who wants to survive after working overtime. Until my ex-girlfriend called me out of the blue and invited me to dinner. But my left eye saw a line of words on her profile picture: [Grade A painting, very interested in your liver. ] I turned around and wanted to run, but another prompt popped up in my left eye: [Escape success rate <1%, survival rate to complete his "obsession" 80%] Looking at —Reads—Score—Shelves
  6. Dongfeng's Precision Strike Range, Are You a Bow and Arrow? Sports107k WordsOngoing [Road Survival + Global Strike Targets (Slowly Increased) + Decisive Killing] Entering the world of road survival, everyone is grabbing guns and changing tanks. Only I started with a bow and arrow. Someone ridiculed: "Can a bow and arrow hit a monster? I'm afraid it's not a gift!" As the first wave of crisis came, I shot an arrow, accurately covering a range of dozens of meters, blasting all the monsters that came towards me into smithereens, and also hooked back the god-level supply box in the —Reads—Score—Shelves
  7. Cultivation Is Too Complicated, I Rely on Dreaming to Become a Saint Eastern Fantasy71k WordsCompleted Traveling through the world of high martial arts, everyone is curled up in twists, but I just want to lie flat. They don't know that the more soundly I sleep, the crazier my cultivation level increases! I threw a chicken leg casually, but it was taken as a pointer by the silly white sweet saint? He desperately ran away, but was recognized as a plot by the cold and charming female killer? Please stop thinking about it! I'm really not a reclusive expert, I'm just a loser who wants to sleep! —Reads—Score—Shelves