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Mecha Style: Awakening AI Starship
In the ten years since the end of the world, Wen Ci was treated as scrap by the base and thrown into the insect tide as bait. When the ruins were stained with blood, she connected to a damaged starship that had been silent for hundreds of years. The whole universe thought she was dead, but she brought the ultimate mecha fleet awakened by AI to tear apart the Zerg nest and return to the headquarters. The high-ranking human beings who abandoned her in the past shivered under her cannon: "What comp
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Apocalyptic Stream: Wasteland Shelter Manager
When the alarm sounded, Pei Rang was locked outside the SSS-level shelter door. The radiation storm swept through the city three minutes later, and the tons of cans and water in the warehouse were only enough to sustain a person for ten years. System activation: Invest in a frail girl and return a genetically optimized army; take in dying scavengers and unlock the lost technology tree. While others were grabbing bottle caps in the ruins, Pei Rang stared at the loyalty of the 99 quasi-citizens on
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The Secret of the Dragon Altar
"You, Song Xu, are just a waste expelled by the Dragon Clan and a living sacrifice on the altar." The moment the dragon breath fell - all the dragon king's forbidden magic matrices appeared in my palm. "I'm sorry, I just stole the world-destroying forbidden curse left by your ancestors from the altar." From a wasted loser to the co-leader of the Dragon Clan. When the Dragon King of the Abyss broke through the seal, I raised my hand, and the Nine Heavens Dragon God Altar rose from the ground—— "N
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Corpse Fishing: the Ghost Coffin in the Haunted House
A ghostly coffin engraved with curses was dug out of the ground of the haunted house. The moment the lid of the coffin was opened, the whole village lay face down in the river to wait for death - because I, Jiang Rusong, was the last person to touch the coffin. While others learned to draw Taoism and draw talismans, I practiced the Jiang family's ancestral corpse-scavenging technique. A piece of shroud, three soul-suppressing nails, even if you have been floating in the water for hundreds of yea
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