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In the year 2248, the high-level headquarters of M City is planning a huge conspiracy. In a street full of the smell of kerosene, a young man has no idea about the series of incredible things that will happen next. . . . . .

The mysterious power suddenly dropped, and in just a few years, the planet seemed to have its vitality drained away, turning it into a wasteland. People with supernatural powers had to activate the Twenty-Four Days Bridge Project and prepare to go to the legendary God's Domain in search of a glimmer of hope.

The most touching part of this story is that it cleverly integrates elements from folklore such as Huang Pizi's quest for a title and a horse fairy to ward off evil spirits with modern issues of gender recognition. Through Guan Shanyue\

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With the arrival of a blood moon, the end of the world begins. Zombies are rampant and strange beasts are everywhere. Lin Mo, the sword master of a generation, has returned after rebirth. He holds a super-god weapon and can defeat all kinds of magic with one sword. He will explore the truth of the end of the world on the way to becoming stronger...

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In a world where gods and demons have disappeared, the hybrid descendants of abyss demons and humans rule the world. The descendants of the lava demon possess the innate power to control the lava troll. The soul of an earthling after his death accidentally invaded this demonic world and turned into a grotesque colorful insect with the power of the bloodline of Kraken, the demon king of the deep sea, and began to influence the fate of the world. Thirty-six hundred chaos gems represent three thousand six hundred innate godheads. The ruler of all things is high above, the true gods innately reside in the kingdom of God, and the false gods in the day after tomorrow herd all living beings. Legendary strong men rule the earth, while mortal heroes roam freely in the world.

The boundary between reality and illusion... When you are lost, you forget, you can... The calmness and detached resonance of the dust-covered... Ice-cold... Sense of belonging that is imperceptible to the creation of rules

The gods hated him but could not deny him. Because God needs to be believed, and He just needs to be seen. An ancient god acknowledged in a low voice: "It's not that he killed faith, it's faith that can no longer pretend to be complete in front of him."

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A social animal was rescued by luck and his soul was separated from his body. He thought he was going to start a new life in a different world. When he woke up, he suddenly found that he was still in the human world, but he seemed to have become a ghost?

Soot filled the sky and steam roared endlessly. The world is functioning as usual and prosperity is within reach. But everyone is ignorant. Only a handful of them have gone through the mists of history, studied taboo knowledge, dismantled hidden inspirations, and mobilized invisible power. They are called "the wise." The chaos and reality beneath the filthy surface of the world, starting from a mysterious incident at a concert, are gradually revealed: "Lord of Hidden Knowledge, Shifting, Aspect, Ritual Vessel, and Witness" - this is the extraordinary path of the "Knowing One"; "Inspiration, composition, piano, conducting, symphonic movements" - this is the sacred career of an "artist". Two roads, leading to the same destination. Wherever vision goes, destiny chooses. "The world is full of shortcomings, but eventually someone will see the glory." --Contemporary composer, pianist, conductor Carolyn Van Ning

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A science fiction work set on another planet where people use "psionic powers"

A novel written for myself

Dear Father Moran Anderson: Congratulations, although you have never smoked, you are lucky to have lung cancer and are at a good age when your soul is fresh and sweet. Unfortunately, your business of raising the "Hellspawn" is not yet complete, and this Duke has to activate the "suspended death" clause. After all, these slippery little guys are far less lovable than they look. Be sure to feed them delicious souls on time, whether human, demonic, or angelic. Don't forget to abide by the "Truce Agreement between Heaven and Hell" and the "Exorcist Association Management Act." You don't want Michael and Gabriel to know about the deal between us, right? If you have any other questions, you can also come directly to Hell to consult the Duke. I look forward to the day when I personally harvest your soul. --Lucifer, Duke of Arrogance, your trustworthy contact person in hell

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In the ancient times when Changpan Continent had not been marked on maps, the Wuyin Mountains in the west were like a piece of emerald soaked in moonlight, hidden deep in the sea of ​​clouds. The Misty Hidden Valley in the hinterland of the mountains is the last secret realm of the dragon clan - the streams here carry the warmth of dragon scales, the fluorescent elves in the forest will hum ancient songs along with the dragon's breath, and even the sound of the wind passing over the rocks is wrapped in a touch of dragon language magic. In the deepest obsidian cave in the valley, Ao Cang and Ling Mei lived. Ao Cang is the guardian of the dragon clan. His scales are like deep sea black iron, and his breath can melt mountains. Ling Mei has silver scales woven by moonlight, and he can summon sweet rain with a flick of his tail fin. They were once the most dazzling companions of the dragon tribe, but because they were tired of the power disputes of the tribe, they took a hole of ice crystals and moonlight flowers and lived in seclusion for a hundred years.

A bloodline connecting to the ground entangled Jiang Xu, and the seven-day profiling rule of death suddenly came. He must use the pen that cannot be discarded to write a profile of Jiuchi every day, drink the inhuman liquid, and spy on the "filthy blood of the origin" that sleeps underground and feeds on living beings. What is written on the tip of the pen is both truth and curse; within seven days, he must travel backward along the veins, profile the gods and demons, and cut off the source. And the increasingly heavy pen in his hand seems to have its own will, leading his and Jiuchi's fate to the unpredictable abyss.

The unwillingness at the beginning of the world created unparalleled disasters in the world. If everything was restored to its original state... Would the world be pain-free? Countless gods cast their gazes on the human world. Is this a gift from fate? Or is it the beginning of tragedy? And on the way forward for mankind, do they need all this for no reason? The raised cities of mankind point directly into the void, the huge factories occupy the anchor point of God, and the sound of gears turning replaces the melodious singing. Do humans still need faith, and are gods willing to turn into phantoms?

Also known as "The Witch's Notes on Destruction of the World" The orphan in her previous life was hit by a dump truck and transported to a different world, and became a witch named Annabell Higgins. Unlike other witches who went to the gallows, time travel was a blessing because she had a skill tree. In this life, she will sleep until she wakes up naturally, count money until her hands cramp, and make others smile at her when she goes out, really smile. When she reached the pinnacle of the world and faced the gods who blocked her magic, Annabell also showed abilities that did not belong to this world, trampling on the corpses of the gods and advancing to a higher level. Once the gender changes, life and death are indifferent (single female protagonist, no CP) All the gifts in the world have the price tag of fate carved in the shadow; the journey of destiny has no end, and every step of the journey leads the footsteps of mortals to the edge of myth. Just like the rain and snow condensed in the clouds, no matter what form they are born in, they will eventually fall from the dome - we are water droplets scattered in the world, which will eventually merge into the long river of destiny, or turn into the drop that penetrates the deep sea and tears apart destiny. --Apocalypse·Disaster Witch·Selena

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Traveling through the sky: Becoming the Xiaoyao Tianzun in the mythical age This is my first time writing, please take care of me, thank you! ! !

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This time! I will save Hallownest! Complete a truly good ending...

I became the administrator of an anomalous library. Here, knowledge is alive and rules are armor. My job is not to borrow books, but to remain silent when the old gods whisper, and when the rules break down - to write new ones.

My name is Lin Mo, an author of street novels. I died in the middle of the night when my 999th submission was rejected. The last thing that flashed on the computer screen was the editor's cold reply: "The rhythm is sparse and not exciting at all. It is recommended to change careers." When I opened my eyes again, I became the most successful character in my writing - the sole host of the reincarnation system of the heavens, traveling through all the worlds. But wait, what's wrong with this system? [Demon Slayer World] The barrage flooded the screen: "Is this cannon fodder still alive? The author has exhausted his talents!" [Naruto World] Readers crowdfunded: "We crowdfund 500 starting coins and ask Kishimoto to draw this character to death in advance!"... I suddenly woke up. What I travel through is not the world of novels written by myself. But the novel comment section! Billions of readers are distorting every world with their emotions and negative reviews! And I, the original author, have become the only outlet for all readers' anger. If you want to survive, you must use a real "story" to turn things around. I picked up the pen. Now, I write it myself.

Fantasy history + magic adventure + hot-blooded comedy

When the Amber City of the Sixth Age fell towards the Forgotten Star like teardrops, Lin Mu, the ship's scientist, discovered the truth behind this "fall": it was a precise appointment that spanned 300,000 years. The universe is not ruthless, it just "returns to zero" periodically - every 420 million years, all traces of existence will be reset. Seven eras and seven civilizations have carved their mark on the memory of the universe in their own way, just to fight against this ultimate oblivion.

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The secret realm has arrived and the whole people has awakened; Jiang Fan did not catch the last train for free awakening; Just when Jiang Fan was planning to live an ordinary life; Accidentally caught up with a colleague's Secret Realm Awakening Day; Be blessed by being selected by all 12 zodiac signs at the same time! Jiang Fan needs to take turns defeating the Blessers of the Twelve Constellations to complete the duel! The roulette wheel spins, and the mad god's game begins...

Traveling through the steampunk world, Jero Ryan took over a herbal medicine shop that was on the verge of bankruptcy. He was about to become homeless because he could not pay the rent. Fortunately, he has a golden finger [Eye of True Sight] that allows him to see the medicinal properties of various items, and by mixing them in different proportions, he can make medicines of perfect quality. Jero just wants to make a fortune with his golden fingers and join the aristocracy of Valan City. From then on, he will have no worries about food and clothing and live a happy life of sex. While others were sweating sweat and brain cells in factories and companies, Jero invented various new medicines to heal the sick and help the weak regain their strength... Pharmacy students from Valan City University were worried about their thesis, so they came to Jello's Lane Herbal Shop to learn from the West. Until a university occult professor gave him a prescription written in the ancient Divinita language, his peaceful life was shattered... ... ... "Mr. Lane, how many gold pounds is the [Silent One] sequence potion worth?" "A thousand pounds of gold!" "What! The Church of Eternal Silence only sells it for five hundred gold pounds, you black-hearted potion dealer!"

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I'm just a delivery boy. Until I gave him a forbidden book that couldn't be opened. That day, I was chased as a monster, my limbs were cut off by the Holy Guards, and I was surrounded by fear and hatred in the entire city. And what I don't know is-- The reason why I survived was because I was not meant to be an ordinary person. In my previous life, I was an evil mage who was wiped out by the whole world. Before I died, I used forbidden magic to carve all my power into my soul, allowing my reincarnated body to inherit everything, but lose all my memory. In this life, I don't remember my sins or my enemies. Just remember - I want to live well. But when the forbidden book was opened, the whisper of the evil god sounded again, The world has no intention of giving me a second choice.

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When the shadow called "Sephirot" fell from the void, the earth cracked and the creatures were deformed. The eroded ones lost their human form and turned into twisted Sephiroth creatures, roaring and tearing apart the embers of civilization. The doomsday bells roared, and the remaining humans clenched their weapons in the ruins, using their flesh and blood as fuel to ignite the beacon against chaos - the reconstruction of order has always been a war song written with life.

I am Ye Bai. If you read this paragraph, it means that I have lost. I failed to end this era! I will rise from ruin and be free from reincarnation! Heaven and earth are unkind! Then I will break this world! I am the Emperor of Heaven!

In the wasteland, the gods have come to an end and super powers have awakened. Some people say that I am a god, and some gods curse me as a devil. In fact, I am just the remnant of this world.

The world is eroded, order begins to corrupt, and matter becomes distorted. I am a witness to the decay of the world and a liberator of its recovery. When the chain of fate begins to twitch, time begins to move, and matter begins to exist. My path will be extended. My name is Qi Yuan, also the origin.

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This is a strange world. Look at the novels in Blue Star about my past life. Those ghost novels are different. In the novels I read on Blue Star, the ghosts that are strangely resurrected are usually spirits. But in this weird world, the weirdness is actually paper. Not only do these paper monsters have the same power as those resurrected ghosts, but these paper monsters are even more creepy than those! Let us learn about this strange journey together

In the winter of 1924, an obituary, a funeral, and a young man named Philly Trench returned to his hometown. When he rushed back to attend the funeral, he began to doubt everything he knew due to various strange coincidences. What was the cause of his father's death? Why another formidable dice in my legacy? What secrets are his seemingly friendly relatives hiding? Why did he suffer from a stubborn disease? So far, on a snowy night, Fele pried open the door to another world.

I, a Taoist priest, traveled to a mysterious world Divination for fools Tell Will's fortune Make alchemy for Zhen Look at Bernadette's face Mr. Hemen chases stars

A ritual that looked back at the past, but came to a world that was completely unfamiliar to me, and became another person who looked very similar to me but completely different. In this place called God's Domain, many places are very different from the world of the past. Modern cities and ancient buildings coexist on a piece of land. Some people respect power, and some are good at relying on technology, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they all believe in the cards given by the gods - yes, the playing cards on earth also exist here. Each playing card will explode with strange abilities after being used by its owner, but after using it, it also means the disappearance of the card. However, after 7 days, when the clock rings at 12 o'clock every Monday, the card will regain its physical form and return to the card box. Humans and powerful monsters who have transformed into humans use the cards to practice. Only if they resonate with a 2 of hearts that has been touched by the gods, can they be qualified to realize the power contained in this card. When they maximize the power of this card, they will have the capital to get the next card. When they get the last king, they will be on par with the gods. This is the goal of every practitioner, and this kind of person is called a card owner

The destiny is determined. There are some idiots who want to write a pen, cut out their hearts and turn them into boats to get through all the difficulties... The lawyer used blood as ink and skin as paper to write two worlds, black and white. On the pages of the book, the ink marks have dried. Those who do not believe in fate burn their bodies to illuminate the night. Those who accept their fate carry the torch. It says that it is the creator who can control time. He said that if you travel through thousands of lives, you will eventually be able to change your destiny. She said that the vicissitudes of life are just a cycle of time that starts over and over again. ... Because they can't see it, in this story - "There is no time, only cause and effect."