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1 废 In the Wasteland, Farming Means Stockpiling You TuSci-Fi1.0M WordsCompleted 0Votes59.2kRecs107.9kFans

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Chen Wangping, who traveled to the wasteland, got a wasteland farming game system that combines elements of Factorio, Dyson Sphere Project, and Stardew Valley. As long as you save enough resources, you can create a series of super items according to the drawings! [Magnet] × 1 + [Copper Wire] × 1 = [Magnetic Coil] × 1. [Iron sheet] × 6 + [Gear set] × 2 + [Magnetic coil] × 4 + [Copper wire] × 10 = [Wind generator] × 1. [Iron Plate] × 5 + [Wood] × 5 + [Magnetic Coil] × 1 = [Seed Searcher] × 1. [Iron Plate] × 2 + [Animal Hair] × 5 + [Animal Tendon] × 2 = [Iron Fishing Rod] × 1. … Faced with this desolate wasteland world where knowledge is lacking, technology is regressing, and superpowers are emerging one after another. Chen Wangping has only one wish: That's saving! As long as you save enough materials! There's nothing I can't create! Book club group: 778444298

2 机 Mechanical Alchemist Blind MarquisGaming3.5M WordsCompleted 13Votes306.3kRecs990.1kFans

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The dark underground city contains countless ancient relics and treasures. Strange, deformed, cursed objects... Abyss, caves, ancient gods, mythical races... Mechanic, Cursed Seal Planting Equipment, Giant City Black Tower... All kinds of strange alchemy, a drop of steampunk, and two spoonfuls of mystery and transcendence, mixed together to create a colorful fantasy world. I, the Puppet Alchemist. Everything you see is a puppet. One person is an army!

3 炼 Artist of Purgatory Fireworks Become a CitySci-Fi2.1M WordsCompleted 7Votes271.9kRecs431.1kFans

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In the dark. He opened his eyes and came to life again. However, times have long since changed. All human beings fell into death, and their souls became slaves of the gods. This is a world full of death; Endless terrifying monsters sleep in the eternal night; The endless history of civilization is buried under the wind and sand; ——And he is the last one alive. PS: There is already a 6 million-word work "The End of Worlds Online". Friends who are interested can check it out.

4 我 My Years as a Corpse Stitcher at the Autumn Execution Grounds Southern Accents, Northern TunesCultivation644k WordsCompleted 0Votes300.7kRecs741kFans

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[With a human face and a ghostly heart, according to ancient words, I am the master of the rivers and lakes] Lin Shou woke up and became the corpse stitcher at Qiu Zhan's execution ground. Fallen leaves return to their roots and are laid to rest in the soil. The dead body is left intact. The beheaded corpse of a death row prisoner must be completely sewn up before being buried. Otherwise, there will be chaos. Lin Shou discovered that he could obtain various rewards by suturing corpses. Burial scriptures, treatises on febrile diseases and miscellaneous diseases, human bone shadow puppets, Yin shrines, city god waist badges, Nuo god dramas, eight martial arts... Cool writing that does not abuse the master, black comedy.

5 种 A Skeleton's Frontier Farming in a Foreign Land Love Ends Like Flowing WaterLight Novel4.5M WordsOngoing 130Votes749.2kRecs638.3kFans

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A thousand years after the disappearance of the Undead Empire, the little vegetable-growing skeleton was still cultivating his farm until the summoning channel was reopened. "Are you hungry? I have been growing vegetables for a thousand years and have saved hundreds of millions of bits of food." "Is all this farmland abandoned? Can I grow anything?" "The princess's city can't grow vegetables on the mountain? That's not going to happen." "They want to collect my taxes and still not let me grow vegetables? Destroy them!"

6 奥 The War Banner of Osuya Patterned SandalwoodGaming1.4M WordsCompleted 0Votes53.4kRecs88.3kFans

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I woke up in the northern wasteland, which is the continent of Osua in sword and magic. I started from the village and imagined that I could be at peace with the world, but history and fate always pushed me forward. QuestWeaponCharacter Where do these notes come from? Huge vertical pupils in the mist, horses' hooves stained with blood in the city. The bloodlines and races are complex, and the prayers with different thoughts cannot be answered by the old gods. Who conceals history and who worships death? Whoever rises up to resist will be content with his fate! My name is Ken Bouvier, [Followers] call me War Banner, Lord, King of the North, Osua Morning Star... This is my story, and it is also an epic built with blood and tears. Book club group: 934570068