Going with the Flow 随心而动

2 九 Nine Stars 九星 Fruit-Flavored Meow果味喵Gaming1.8M WordsCompleted If one day, you died. You would have two options before you: A. Be reborn, or B. transmigrate to another world. What would you choose? … He waves his fan and sings across three thousand miles, laughing as he draws an ill-starred fate into his palace! An unknown assassin, born under a purple-gold star sign and laden with wealth, arrives in this extraordinary and passionate age. [The author has already completed a 4.3-million-word novel, with a satisfying ending and a guaranteed track record!] 0Votes226.2kRecs130.9kFans

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If one day, you die. You have two options: A. Reborn once; B. Traveled to another world. What would you choose? With a wave of my fan, I sing for three thousand miles, laughing as I lure an ominous star into my destiny palace! An unnamed assassin, bearing the auspicious symbol of the Purple Gold Star and possessing immense wealth, arrives in this extraordinary and passionate era. [This is a completed work of 4.3 million words, with a high-quality ending. No more abandoned projects!]

3 全EN Everyone Knows I'm a Hidden Master—Except Me 全世界只有我不知道我是高人 Old Demon Boy老魔童Urban692k WordsCompleted What’s it like to be an ordinary person whom a group of cultivators mistake for a reclusive master? Lin Zhishui is in that position, but he can’t answer the question yet. Because even now, he still hasn’t realized that the customers who love traditional culture and visit his calligraphy and painting shop are actually extraordinary people who cultivate in secret. And those customers he thought had died of terminal illnesses... had in fact ascended to immortality! The customers never imagined that 0Votes215.1kRecs262.3kFans

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What is it like to be a mortal and be imagined by a group of cultivators as a reclusive master? Lin Zhishui is like that, but he still can't answer this question. Because he still hasn't discovered it— The customers in his calligraphy and painting shop who loved traditional culture... Were actually extraordinary people who practiced cultivation in seclusion, and those customers he thought had died of terminal illness... Had even ascended to immortality! The guests never imagined that this most mysterious and unpredictable figure was actually just an ordinary person who loved to speak in riddles. The so-called— Cross-server communication is seamless, and guidance relies on imagination. The whole world knows I'm a master, but I'm the only one who doesn't know what I am?

7 打 Open Your Quest Log 打开你的任务日志 Thorns of the Dark Night幽夜荆棘Western Fantasy1.5M WordsOngoing Night fell, and the tavern gradually grew lively. Adventurers bragged to one another about their latest exploits. Waitresses flitted between the tables like dancing butterflies, while a bard in the corner plucked his lute and sang suggestive little tunes. Just then, the tavern door swung open, and a burly adventurer strode in from the darkness. “Hey, isn't that Barrett the ‘Feeder’?” someone recognized him. “He hasn't been the ‘Feeder’ for ages. He's Barrett the ‘Undead Nemesis,’ ‘Devil Slayer,’ 2Votes275.8kRecs190.5kFans

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As night fell, the tavern gradually became lively. The adventurers boasted to each other about their recent hauls, waitresses fluttered between the tables like butterflies, and bards played their lutes in the corners, singing suggestive tunes. Just then, the tavern door was pushed open, and a burly adventurer walked in from the darkness. "Hey, isn't that 'Feeder' Barrett?" Someone recognized the newcomer. "He's no longer the 'Feeder,' but the 'Undead Nemesis,' 'Demon Slayer,' 'Mage Ally,' 'Crystal Wall Guardian,' and 'Legendary Adventurer' Barrett!" Someone retorted loudly. "Barrett, tell us your story." The man named Barrett took a big gulp of rye beer and, under the expectant gazes of the crowd, began to recount his story, "It was a bright afternoon, and I was riding my horse, heading towards..."

9 晚 The Evening Bell Church 晚钟教会 Wild Hunt狂猎Western Fantasy1.9M WordsCompleted The Cool Version: A storm-like spear tears across the sky, pursued by the dead and packs of wolves. The distant tolling of a bell and the chill of death follow like shadows. Can you hear the death knell? It proclaims your death. The Straightforward Version: A church made up of heretics such as witches, sorceresses, vampires, and the undead. An impotent deity who can only show off in dreams. A miserable male protagonist who is at once a god, a pope, and a believer. The story begins with a summon 0Votes141kRecs199.7kFans

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B-class profile: A storm of spears ripped through the sky, followed by undead and packs of wolves. The distant tolling of bells and the chilling reality of death are inseparable. Did you hear the tolling of the evening bell? It was announcing your death. Straightforward introduction: A church composed of heretics such as witches, sorceresses, vampires, and the undead. An incompetent god who can only show off in dreams. A tragic male protagonist who is a god, a pope, and a believer all at once. The story begins with a summoning ritual. Cthulhu + steampunk. My new book, "The Abnormal Extraordinary World," is being serialized in two parts. QQ group: 748402134