A Mix of Everything, with Smart Leads and Unusual Thinking 杂书，啥风格都有，主角智商在线，思维清奇

1 锦 Practice Makes Perfect for the Lucky Carp 锦鲤熟能生巧 Sesame Wood Sugar芝麻木糖Competitive Gaming3.2M WordsOngoing She transmigrated from the 21st century to the 22nd. Even more terrifying than becoming half-illiterate was discovering that this was a novel world with a protagonist. Thinking of the protagonist's dazzling halo shining over the game, Li Xiao was grateful that her luck was off the charts from the moment she arrived. Later, she discovered that her good fortune had developed into a koi-like lucky streak. Li Xiao bragged: Boss, look! I can beat the protagonist even without a halo! The boss: Who say 0Votes17.7kRecs46kFans

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Traveling from the 21st century to the 22nd century What's more terrifying than becoming half-illiterate is that this is a fictional world with a protagonist. Think of that dazzling aura surrounding the protagonist of the game, Li Xiao was fortunate that she had been incredibly lucky from the moment she arrived. Later, he discovered that his good luck had developed into a "lucky koi" physique. Li Xiao was very smug: Boss, look, look, even without the halo, I still beat the protagonist! A boss: Who said you don't have a halo? Didn't I just give you the halo of being the boss's wife?

2 异 The Otherworldly Magic Archer 异界魔弓手 sevenleftFantasy Romance2.1M WordsCompleted Liang Xiaoxia, female, is a greedy, cowardly, snarky homebody who is unexpectedly reborn as a long-lived albino elf. For the first seventy years of her new life, she studies, studies, and studies some more. Who says elves don't need school just because they live a long time? After those seventy years, she fights, fights, and fights some more. Who says elves don't need to go to war just because they love peace? To protect her long-eared relatives, whether they're arrogant, hotheaded, or o 0Votes67.8kRecs57.6kFans

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Liang Xiaoxia, a female, greedy, cowardly, and sarcastic otaku, is unexpectedly reborn as a long-lived albino elf. For the first seventy years of her new life, she studied and studied and studied some more. Who says that elves don't need to go to school because they have long lifespans? Seventy years later, she struggled and struggled again. Who says that elves love peace and don't need to fight? In order to protect those long-eared relatives who are either arrogant, impulsive, or overflowing with love. Liang Xiaoxia, petite in stature, carries a large bow on her back, traveling far and wide; a beautiful woman with a foxy heart. "Don't make deals with elves! Elves are all cunning, especially Xia!" Newly created chat group: 283487930~~~Knock on the door with any character name you like~~

6 我 I Rely on Caution to Cultivate Immortality 我靠谨慎修仙 Words As Promised言如许Xianxia Romance1.4M WordsCompleted As a cultivator, Minran has always devoted herself to the art of staying alive, surviving with utmost caution. But it seems she might have been… a little too good at it? During one adventure, the cultivators fell into a trap. The demon lord burst out laughing. “You’ve been hit by my Infernal Heartburn Curse. You’re all as good as dead!” Everyone panicked. The demon lord continued, “Unless you can find soil from the roots of a Sky-Connecting Flower to use as an ingredient!” The cultivators though 0Votes22.1kRecs63.6kFans

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As a cultivator, Minran had always been dedicated to the cause of survival, cautiously staying alive. But it seems she... Did it a little too well? During one of their training exercises, the group of cultivators fell into a trap. The demon laughed loudly: "Having been struck by my Demonic Prison Burning Intestines, you are all doomed!" Everyone was in a state of panic. Demon Lord: "Unless you have the soil from the roots of the smallpox as a catalyst!" Cultivators: Who would care about that kind of thing! Minran silently opened the storage ring, found the storage bag marked with number 564, and poured out a large pile of soil from the roots of the Heavenly Flower. Demon Lord: "... Without the stone coffin powder containing my remains, I'm doomed!" Minran silently dug out storage bag number 619. Demon Lord: "... And the millennia-old silt of hell and the snow atop polar icebergs..." Under the expectant gazes of the other cultivators, Minran awkwardly rummaged through the pile of poison in front of the demon, and smiled shyly as the demon was so angry he was about to vomit blood. "Thanks for your help, otherwise I really wouldn't know how to cure the poison." Demon Lord: "... Pfft!" He vomited three liters of blood and died! (This is a fantasy novel without any romantic pairings. Please show your support!)