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- I Transmigrated to Ancient Times and Somehow Became a Peerless Master 穿越古代，竟成绝世高手 Zhang Ziyu, a modern man, transmigrates to an ancient world of high martial arts and unexpectedly becomes a fake eunuch, enjoying a romantic tryst with a favored consort in the imperial harem. He also awakens a sign-in System, and after training every day, rises to become a powerful chancellor who holds all authority in his hands. 10Reads—Score—Shelves
- Three Kingdoms: Who Else but Me? 三国之舍我其谁 The protagonist transmigrates to the Three Kingdoms era with no intention of getting caught up in the chaos. He only wants to live as a carefree recluse, enjoying his days in peace. But one encounter after another with famous figures of the era draws him deeper into the whirlpool, until he can no longer control his fate and raises the banner of rebellion. If he’s going to do it, he’ll do it right! He will defy the historical cycle in which division follows unity and unity follows division, and e 7Reads—Score—Shelves
- A Hero of Troubled Times, Transmigrated to the Three Kingdoms 乱世枭雄，穿越三国 Modern historian Li Xuan accidentally transmigrates to the late Eastern Han Dynasty, becoming an ordinary young man caught in a time of chaos. In an age shaken by the Yellow Turban Rebellion and the warlords' struggle for power, he draws on his deep understanding of history and modern knowledge. Starting from a small village, he gradually builds his strength and befriends heroes such as Guan Yu and Zhuge Liang. He takes part in major historical events, including the campaign against Dong Zhuo an —Reads—Score—Shelves
- Records of the Underworld in Huishi 晦市阴司录 A delivery order sent to the wrong address on a stormy night turned me into a wandering underworld bailiff. When my phone’s navigation started showing addresses belonging to the dead, when human teeth floated in the beef soup at a noodle shop, when blood seeped from the bricks of an old alley with a countdown that was when I learned the gluttonous beast tattoo on my right arm wasn’t a burn scar. It was a license to eat ghosts. “This order is mine.” I swallowed the Candle Yin chef from the midnig —Reads—Score—Shelves
