A Temple of Abstract Art, Where Eccentrics Gather 抽象艺术殿堂，群英荟萃之癫

51 我 I Can Identify Everything, but the Information Is Wrong 我能识别万物，但信息是错的 Even Fireflies Are Bugs萤火也是虫Xianxia1.4M WordsCompleted [Beef Buns: Effectively restore stamina and strengthen the body. Safe to eat.] Starving Tian Lin stared at the cow dung in front of him, lost in thought. Was this cow dung, or beef buns? To eat, or not to eat? That was the question. 0Votes37.3kRecs257.5kFans

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Beef buns: Effectively replenish energy and enhance physical fitness; safe to eat. Starving, Tian Lin starved and fell into deep thought as he looked at the cow dung in front of him. Is this cow dung or beef bun? To eat, or not to eat? That is the question.

52 狂 The Madman Doesn’t Keep a Diary 狂人不写日记 Lazy Is Just LazyLazy就是懒Eastern Fantasy1.4M WordsOngoing Feng Xiuhu had a little mishap while transmigrating. He failed to inherit the original owner's memories, and had forgotten his previous life as well, yet somehow his subconscious still held on to the habits he'd had in his past life. So people said there was something wrong with his head. But Feng Xiuhu wouldn't accept that. He thought the world was what had gone wrong. After all, how could this make any sense? The common people fought each other to become beasts of burden, while the lowest-born 75Votes46kRecs53.4kFans

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Feng Xiuhu encountered a minor accident during his time travel. He failed to inherit the original owner's memories and forgot his past life experiences, yet he still subconsciously retained the habits from his previous life. So people said he'd lost his mind. But Feng Xiuhu disagreed, believing that the world had gone awry. That doesn't make sense. Ordinary people scramble to be oxen and horses, while the lowly work themselves to death like animals. Nobles, their mouths overflowing with oil, are not satisfied; gods, high on their temple platforms, enjoy the fruits of others' labor. Therefore, Feng Xiuhu is trying his best to adapt. I mean, try to make the world adapt to him.

53 天 A Tianjin Native Never Loses SAN 天津人永不掉SAN Spider by the Window窗边蜘蛛Light Novel2.0M WordsCompleted You have your unspeakable horrors; I have my storytelling, jokes, and singing. In a steam-powered civilization surrounded by all manner of ancient and outer gods, ordinary people are twisted into madness by the slightest contact with ancient knowledge. Liu Yonglu, a young crosstalk performer from Tianjin, transmigrates into this world. Face to face with the old gods and their kin, he stays perfectly calm, picks up the clappers at hand, and launches into a routine. “Clap these bamboo boards toget 9Votes87.7kRecs194.9kFans

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You have your indescribable aspects, and I have my own storytelling, singing, and comedy. In a steam-powered civilization surrounded by various ancient and alien gods, ordinary people would become twisted and insane if they came into contact with that ancient knowledge. Liu Yonglu, a young crosstalk performer from Tianjin, travels through time. Before the ancient gods of his clan, he remains calm and composed, picking up his clappers and reciting incantations. "Now that the bamboo clappers have been struck, let's put aside everything else and talk about just how much trouble Cthulhu has caused." "What are Deep Ones? Which one is Migo? From the Abyss, how terrifying! Don't listen to his nonsense!" "Hastur, the Yellow King, has quite a few followers. He's grown claws and tentacles; is he trying to block my door?" "Let him in, I'm not going to hide. Go ahead with the summoning ritual, we won't tolerate that!" You want me to lose SAN? You'll have to train for hundreds of millions more years. There are plenty of jokes and references; feel free to underline them in the comments.

54 我 I Was Wrong! The World's Destruction Is All My Fault 我错了！世界毁灭全怪我 Little Butterfly in a Dream梦里的小蝴蝶Light Novel527k WordsOngoing Zhou Quan, a man at the bottom of society, unexpectedly became a servant of an evil god. To treat his parents’ terminal illnesses and awaken his sister, who had fallen into a deep, unending sleep, he had no choice but to help the evil god devise a way to destroy the world. Along the way, he indirectly killed many good people. A kindhearted orphanage director who asked for nothing in return, a priest who healed the sick through prayer, a charity singer whose songs awakened people’s consciences... 0Votes7.9kRecs64kFans

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Zhou Quan, a person from the lowest social class, unexpectedly becomes a follower of an evil god. In order to cure his terminally ill parents and awaken his sleeping sister, he is forced to help the evil god deduce a way to destroy the world. He indirectly killed many good people. A kind-hearted director of an orphanage who asks for nothing in return; a pastor who heals the sick through prayer; a charitable singer who awakens conscience through song... "Sorry!" "I was wrong!" "The world's destruction is all my fault!" Looking at the densely packed kill log on his notebook, Zhou Quan burst into tears, filled with grief and self-reproach. "This year, the organization's activities in the Gaius region have not gone very smoothly." Twelve people sat around a round table, each wearing a hood and emanating an evil black mist. "There's a very mentally ill person who's destroying our bases everywhere." "Not only did they let the child sacrifices we had painstakingly collected escape, but they also killed the demon lurking in the church and even eliminated the soul-stealing worms that were parasitizing the female star." "That's why he's said to be mentally ill." "It's because when he killed someone, he kept apologizing, saying that he was wrong and that the world's destruction was his fault."