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Online Game: I Cultivate Immortality in the Game
His gaze fell on the screen of the old computer on his bedside table. It was on, displaying the homepage of a game website: Cultivation Era, a four-hundred-billion-yuan project created by Daxia and twenty-seven other nations, run entirely by an AI supercomputer with no human intervention. All five senses enabled, with 99% realism. Beneath it was a line of gold-embossed text: “Cultivation Era: Your second life awaits.”
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The World's Ending, and I've Transmigrated to the Late Han!
Liu Ye, an administrator and survivor of the apocalypse, transmigrates to the end of the Han dynasty before the Yellow Turban Rebellion, bringing the city of “Ark” with him. He arrives in a small village on the brink of destruction. Using the resources and knowledge of the “Divine Kingdom,” he builds a powerful stronghold from nothing, combining the resilience of the ancient world with modern organizational skills. In a world thrown into chaos, he must keep the secret of the “Divine Kingdom” hid
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Punchline: Mommy, Tear up Your Scumbag Daddy with Your Hands!
Lin Miao regained consciousness amid a burst of biting coldness and the nauseating smell of disinfectant. No, it's not so much a recovery as a brutal "loading". Consciousness was suddenly pulled back like a kite with its string cut off, and what followed was a flood of memory fragments - memories belonging to another "Lin Miao", a memory of a social beast who stayed up late to read a sadistic book called "The Rich Family's Favor: The President's Substitute Wife", and angrily complained that "the
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I Just Want to Lie Flat in Ancient Times, but the System Forces Me to Build Infrastructure
Lin Xian was a “study slacker” at a top-tier university in his previous life, majoring in chemical engineering and materials science. He was well versed in math, physics, and chemistry, and lived by the motto, “Hard work doesn’t guarantee success, but not working hard sure makes life easy.” After transmigrating, all he wants is to laze around and live like a quiet, contented couch potato. Unfortunately, the System won’t let him.
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Young Master, Your Sword Is Crushing My Herbs
The Great Zhou Dynasty, the divine capital of Luojing. Night lay dark as ink. In a deserted courtyard at the northwest corner of Prince Yong's residence, a faint mechanical click broke the silence. A rockery overgrown with dead vines quietly shifted aside, revealing an opening just large enough for one person to pass through. A figure crawled out, looking somewhat disheveled. He warily surveyed his surroundings, then quickly brushed the dust from his brocade robe. The moonlight shone like water,
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