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In the Dead of Winter, Why Are You Wearing Short Sleeves at Home? 寒冬末日，怎么你在家穿短袖？
The Frozen Apocalypse: Bound to the Frostpunk System from the Start! [Frozen Apocalypse] [Survival] [Farming and Construction] [Base Management] When the frozen apocalypse arrived, everyone awakened a talent. Chen Mo was the only one who awakened a Survival System. Supplies? Level up the System's technology for automated harvesting and assembly-line production. There's no end to what he can make! Cold? Crank the heat from the energy towers to the max, and let steam hubs cover the entire region.
119Reads—Score114Shelves
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Believe It or Not, I'm Really Just a Servant Disciple 你们别不信啊，我真是杂役弟子
(A Menial Disciple from the Start, Invincible After Nine Lifetimes!) [Ordinary protagonist + no System + lighthearted + passionate + ensemble cast + a little angst] (Not your traditional cultivation novel) Xia Changsheng, the last menial disciple of the Renxia Sect and the only “fate cultivator” in the world, has lived through eight cycles of reincarnation. In each life, if he recovers his past life's memories, he can inherit that life's power. But even so, he still couldn't defy fate or save th
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My Cursed Arts Can Slay Gods 我的咒术能屠神
[A cool article about online games + instant death by curse + crushing of all professions + game intrusion into reality + striving for accurate data] The epic counterattack of a salted fish turning into a dragon! Chen Huan, a novice gamer, originally just came to "Era of Natural Disasters" to relax, but who knew that she was accidentally pushed off a cliff by a wild boar and was forced to start a life of cheating: What? Is this BOSS a mechanical monster? It doesn't matter, I'm more mechanical th
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I’m Not the Dice God! 我不是骰神！
After a strange ritual, the entire world was plunged into a polar night, regardless of time or place. Three days later, dawn broke. But then came three days of unending daylight. On the seventh day, everyone in the world heard the sound of dice being rolled. A boy awoke at his own funeral. Hidden horrors began to reawaken in droves. Later historians would call it: The White Night and Black Day.
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