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  1. Heaven-Defying Mortal Bones: I Feast on Gods and Demons from Every Realm 凡骨逆天:我把诸天神魔当饭吃 Eastern Fantasy221k WordsOngoing (Dear readers, if you’d like to suggest what happens next, what characters to add, or even add yourself as a major player, leave a comment below. We’ll incorporate your suggestions one by one.) The divine realm: Humans are just pigs raised for slaughter. Ascension is nothing but being sent to the abattoir. Funny, I think the divine realm is one big all-you-can-eat buffet too. The divine realm unleashes a world-ending swarm of insects? Isn’t that just high-protein “fried silkworm pupae”? (Heat th —Reads5.8Score—Shelves
  2. Don’t Mess with That Frail Girl, She Just Swallowed the Abyss 别惹那个病弱少女,她刚吞了深渊 Urban483k WordsOngoing Qin Mo: I'm in the Abyss, just swallowed Guixu, and I feel great. The only problem is that I've got an “Eye of the Abyss” in my head that's itching to fight me every day. It's getting pretty urgent. Jiang Yu: (hoisting her battle-axe) Qin Mo, you've got something in your eye. Want me to chop it out for you? Qin Mo: (wiping his sweat) No! That's my ticket into the Abyss. White Robe: Qin Mo, sacrifice is your destiny. Qin Mo: Destiny my ass. Why don't you go be the sacrifice yourself? (Sarcastic n —Reads5.8Score—Shelves
  3. Three Thousand Years in Seclusion on the Back Mountain, and the Reborn Empress Hears My Thoughts 苟在后山三千年,心声被重生女帝 Cultivation112k WordsOngoing Everyone says there’s a forbidden place in the back mountains of the Xuantian Sect. No one knows who lives there. They only know one thing: Anyone who goes in never comes out normal! The eldest disciple went in as a crippled good-for-nothing and came out bearing a bone sword, able to cleave rivers with a single strike! The second disciple went in as a down-on-his-luck scholar and came out having attained the Dao through painting, his art so powerful that the gods wept! Even the donkey that turn —Reads—Score—Shelves