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  1. In the Post-Apocalyptic World 身处末世 Danmei (BL)1.1M WordsOngoing Blurb? This little book has no blurb (shrugs). Can you eat a blurb? (picks nose) Anyway, this is a story about the apocalypse. There are some things you might not like, so please proceed with caution~ At long last, a messy blurb has emerged: People say getting a pocket dimension is like having a cheat code: beautiful women, handsome men, power, and the whole world at your fingertips. I say getting a pocket dimension is like having a mobile storage unit: eat your fill, drink your fill, stay warm 1.2kFavorites1.6kClicks/ch12Gifts
  2. Alchemist in Another World 异界炼金师 Danmei (BL)579k WordsCompleted On my way home, I took a turn and stumbled into a space-time turbulence. Does that make me one of the transmigrators? Is this a case of time and tide waiting for no one, or what? Heaven, if you really had it in for me and kicked me into this world with nothing in it, fine. At least you gave me a decent-sized space and a profession so I could support myself. But what kind of ridiculous profession is this? An alchemist? Everything I make needs one prerequisite: metal! Wait, I misspoke. Metal is th 864Favorites4.8kClicks/ch184Gifts
  3. AK41527 Danmei (BL)85k Words Legend has it that three people in this world will have identical faces. When all three people with the same face meet, something will happen. But a legend is only a legend. No one knows whether there’s any proof that it’s true. But I know, because although I am "me," I am also not "me." Or perhaps I should say that there are tens of thousands of "me," and the "me" thinking right now is just one of them. When "I" have nowhere left to call home, where should I go, and how can I find a place to be 16Favorites207Clicks/ch—Gifts
  4. Late-Night Musings 深夜随笔 5k WordsOngoing I only wanted to turn a passing thought into a short prose piece, like a cup of hot coffee by the desk at night, its fragrance lingering at the tip of your nose after its rich aroma has faded. 1Favorites254Clicks/ch—Gifts