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Hunted by the Entire Internet, I Have No Choice but to Report Cthulhu
The day the System arrived, the whole world received a criminal plot announcement from me. “User Shen Jin has selected: mass murder, coup d’etat, invasion from another world.” When federal agents burst through my door, I was shaving in front of the mirror. They didn’t know that this System was actually… “Warning: Cognitive barrier about to be lifted. The Old Ones are 98% awake.” I sighed and put down my razor. “All right, I admit it. I didn’t choose any of those things.” “But do you really want
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Kesi Secret Language
I was reborn on the night when my family's tapestry workshop was taken away. In my previous life, my cousin and my fiancé teamed up to force me into a desperate situation, just to obtain the ancestral secret skill of "opening the warp and cutting the weft". In this life, I smiled as I watched them sign the transfer agreement. "Do you know? The most wonderful thing about tapestry is that the sharpest murderous intention can be hidden between the warp and weft." There are rumors that the new maste
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My Golden Finger for Cultivating Immortality Is Pin Xixi
I traveled through time, carrying a mobile phone with only 1% battery left. I wanted to just lie down like a loser, but the system reminded me that I can strengthen all things. Spicy strips? Strengthen the Dragon Muscle Immortal Silk, and the Black Water Turtle evolves by breathing fire on the spot after eating it. Torn pants? It was strengthened into an invincible defensive artifact, and my great uncle gritted his teeth and bought it at the auction. During the sect competition, the opponent use
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Ten-Day Reboot: From Good-for-Nothing to Lord of the End
My name is Qi Guang, and in the real world I'm a complete loser. The instant I jumped from a building, I was dragged into the Land of the End, trapped in a ten-day loop. Here, death isn't the end. Forgetting is. On day one, jackals tore out my throat. On day two, toxic fog corroded my eyes. On day nine, I crushed the Zodiac guardian's heart and sneered, “Time to clear the board.” As all the survivors knelt before the new god, the enormous bronze gate swung open with a roar. Outside stood my unre
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