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When I Become a Native of the Motherland: I Don't Eat Beef
This book has no system, no heroine (referring to the kind of love story), and is purely a flow of catharsis. The protagonist's mental state is extremely unstable, neither holy nor aggrieved. If you think the protagonist is too bad, remember that he is a native of his country, not Captain America.
2.4kReads5.5Score153Shelves
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Super God War: Journey to the West Myth Vs. Marvel Universe
When the towering shadow of the South Gate obscured the spire of Stark Tower, the Avengers thought it was just an ordinary alien invasion. But they were wrong - what came this time was an Eastern myth that could crush the entire dimension! This book tells the story of an unprecedented "dimensionality reduction strike" when the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) overlaps with the mythical world of Journey to the West. Here, you will see: Iron Man's proud Hulkbuster armor is as fragile as paper under
64Reads—Score—Shelves
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When I Awaken in Reality and Become a Citizen of the Motherland
Lin Jian, an ordinary person at the bottom of society and plagued with bad luck, discovers in several bizarre accidents that he is ridiculously strong: carrying a car like a toy, carrying a load as if it were nothing, and changing his trajectory instantly in a crowded crowd. He is hailed as a "real-life superhero" by the entire Internet. The company wants to use him as a character, the media wants to use him to tell stories, and the people above are watching him as a "hidden chess piece in the p
52Reads5.1Score—Shelves
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Anletang: Please Make Sure You Are Still Alive
The two-story building on the edge of the city is called "Anletang", which is dedicated to the finishing touches of the dead: washing the body, putting on makeup, enclosing, cremating, and sending it to the underworld in one process. Everyone in the county knows that there is a lot of gloom there, but no one dares to say why - the person who keeps the vigil always loses a shadow when he returns home. The master who took the photos of the corpses develops the photos, and there is always the same
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