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Books by Ruan Sheng, Who Likes the Irritator
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Twin Stars of Hongmeng: Breaking Through the Primordial Wilderness 鸿蒙双曜:逆旅破洪荒
When the primordial world first emerged, heaven and earth took shape, and fierce beasts roamed the vast wilderness as deities began to appear. The struggle for fortune swept across all realms. At the summit of Kunlun, Xuanyuan dwells amid the sea of clouds, cool and detached, feeding on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and cultivating the path of nonaction. In the depths of the netherworld, Jinchuan roars through the dark marshes, fierce and untamed, drawing on netherworld baleful energy
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A Wasteland City’s Rise: The Infrastructure Boom Breaks the Stagnation 荒城逆袭:基建狂潮破沉疴
A returning infrastructure engineer brings home cutting-edge ideas and unexpectedly takes over a suburban construction project abandoned by investors and exploited by local power brokers. The roads are muddy as swamps, public facilities are little more than empty shells, and powerful interests collude with officials to obstruct progress, turning people's livelihoods into a tool for profit. Mocked with the claim that “this project is a bottomless pit,” she takes up steel and concrete as her sword
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Wasteland Blade: Starfall in the Jianghu 荒骸剑途:星坠江湖
The sky split open and the remains of the stars fell. The civilizations of the old world were reduced to scorched earth. The earth’s ley lines were severed, spawning poisonous miasma, and the order of the martial world shattered like broken tiles. Amid the crumbling ruins, rusted mechanical puppets shrieked while surviving martial sects carved up the land. Sword energy could not cut through the radioactive fog, and lightness skills could not cross energy barriers. Yet between the wreckage of tec
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Haunting Shadows in the Ruins: Traces of an Ancient Taboo 荒墟诡影:远古禁忌迷踪
In the Stone Age, Cang’s Flint Tribe had lived for generations on the edge of the Cangmang Mountains. Recently, hunting parties had repeatedly gone missing at dusk. Those who returned were either mute and deranged or covered in sores, soon to die. Every full moon, the abandoned ruins west of the tribe rang with the sound of bone whistles, while the totem patterns carved into the rock walls quietly shifted at night. Cang discovers that black moss remains at the campsites of the missing, and that
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