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Fenghuo Military Industry
A cold touch came from his cheek, mixed with the fishy smell of earth and a rusty taste. The smell was very familiar to Li Hao. It was blood. He opened his eyes suddenly, his vision changed from blurry to clear. The first thing he saw was a sky scorched black by artillery fire, with a few wisps of smoke rising crookedly. Bite! The host's mental fluctuations are detected and meet the binding conditions...] [The Wanjie Military Industry System is being bound...1%...50%...100%! "Isn't it just a t
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Taihang Iron Blood
I woke up from a mass grave I sat slumped in the ruins of the Taiyuan Arsenal, clutching an unfinished artillery shell in my hand. Three days ago, I just traveled through time to this body from the 2024 exhibition hall. At this moment, a cold line of words in the history book - "In 1938, the Taiyuan Arsenal was bombed" - is blowing in the face with the biting cold wind and the breath of death.
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Empty Source Code
When a string of code that shouldn't exist invades the server, programmer Chen Mo's entire world begins to collapse—literally. The laws of physics fail, the fabric of reality collapses, and he is bound by an unknown being as a "reality anchor." Only he can see the rushing code at the bottom of all things, and only he can barely repair the collapsing space around him. But to repair is to consume oneself. As he struggled to survive, he realized that this was just the beginning. In 71 hours, the fi
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Classic of Mountains and Seas: Cang Ming Ji
He was originally an exiled young man who was spurned by his tribe. Cursed by his blood, he was reincarnated for ten lifetimes, and no one knew his true identity - the writer of Shanhai. In a desperate situation of life and death, he awakened the "Psychic Eye", held the fragment of the "Mountain and Sea Map", tamed the Nine Tails, drew the earth's veins, built a new Cangwu in the wasteland of the poisonous swamp, and planted the first grain of hope. From then on, witchcraft was no longer just a
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