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The Gluttonous Pope's Recipe for Salvation
The thing had no fixed shape, like an ever-changing mass of black grease. It makes a sound, not by vibrating through the air, but directly into everyone's brain
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Memories of a Dictator
Yan Ying's heart sank. He tried several times in succession and got similar responses. Panic, confusion, complete blankness. They are "new", like blank sheets of paper that have been formatted.
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All Things Listen to Me
When Yangzhi Cang stepped on the air, the last thought in his mind was: Who the hell is leaving things in the corridor. The muffled sound of the back of his head hitting the concrete floor was lighter than expected. He heard voices throughout the building before darkness came over him. The water pipes in the wall complained of too much pressure. The young couple next door made squeaky bed boards and told dirty jokes. The stray cat downstairs was cursing beside the trash can. The wind squeezed th
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Reincarnation Actor's Interstellar Survival Record
The abandoned space station smelled of old rust and some kind of sour gas from decaying organic matter. He took off his helmet, wiped the engine oil on his face, and threw the exhausted propeller in the corner.
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Almighty Copy of the Miracle Doctor Singer
A splitting headache. When Quan Weichen opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a hard bed. The air was filled with a strange mixture of herbs and musty smell. He stood up and looked around - the wooden house, the papered windows, and the dried herbs piled in the corner. "Are you awake?" An old voice sounded. An old man in gray cloth stood at the door, holding a pottery bowl in his hand: "You have been unconscious in the alley for three days. Drink it, Bupleurum soup." Quan Weichen took the b
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