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Books by Mushroom Eating Dirt
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From the Fanqie books we index, matched on the author's name.
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Blacklisted Across the Internet, I Dominate the Wilderness with DIY Gear 全网封杀，我靠手搓制霸荒野
A former top-tier star, now drowning in debt, joins a survival show where everyone else risks their lives while he lies flat. They laugh at how laid-back he is; he laughs at how worked up they get. After all, only when the tide goes out do you find out who's been swimming naked. And me? I'm not only wearing swim trunks, I'm swimming on my back. Fellow contestant: “Shi Yang is a good-for-nothing. Just wait until he gets eliminated!” Then I used his discarded materials to build an automatic fishin
47Reads—Score—Shelves
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The Doomsday Brewer 末日酿酒师
Do you think food and bullets are what the wasteland lacks most? No. It’s something that lets people forget their despair, if only for a little while: alcohol! When life is worth nothing, the scent of a single drop of liquor can still awaken the soul. How can Meng Chun, a frail brewer, use the fragrance of his craft to tame countless bloodthirsty wasteland powerhouses? How can he buy protection with a cup of liquor, trade it for information, and even create a utopia meant only for drinkers? The
24Reads—Score—Shelves
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You Dump Nuclear Wastewater, and I’m Forced to Go to Work 你排核废水，我被迫营业
Bound to the Merit Live-Streaming System from the start, he thought he was in for the classic tale of slaying demons and ascending to immortality. But the System’s very first mission was: “The streamer must go live promptly at 8 p.m. and use quantum mechanics to explain the cause of the vengeful spirit outbreak on Subway Line 14.” And so history’s most hardcore streamer was born: one second, he was using “Schrodinger’s cat” to explain why vengeful spirits exist; the next, he was using the “Golde
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Awakening in 1988: Hot Pot, Aged Wine, and the Old Wharf 醒在1988：火锅老酒老码头
At the Tuojiang docks in 1988, Chen Fei was a notorious drunk, the laughingstock of the neighborhood. Who could have guessed that those hands, now only good for holding a wine bowl, had once wielded the steadiest blade on the docks? Then came an abrupt upheaval. Red oil splashed across the hot pot restaurant, and his brother's blood was still warm. In that moment, Chen Fei dropped his bottle, his gaze colder than steel. If the tide of the times was going to swallow people whole, then let us see
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