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5 法 A Mage's Handbook 法师手札 Qinzhi Huaqing沁纸花青Western Fantasy1.2M WordsCompleted Wizards whisper in the shadow of the tower. By now, few can hear their murmurs, soft as a breeze. In the twenty-second year of the New Calendar, I returned to the place I once knew. The Mage Tower lay hidden beneath the shade of plane trees and oaks. It was the end of an era and the beginning of a new world. It was also the end of a myth and the start of countless legends. The collision of two worlds, the war between two powers, the blood and tears of countless races, the wails of billions of li 0Votes37kRecs43.3kFans

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The magicians whispered among themselves in the shadows of the tower, and few can hear their gentle murmurs nowadays. In the twenty-second year of the Gregorian calendar, I revisited the place, and the Master's Pagoda was hidden among the shade of sycamore and oak trees. It marked the end of an era and the beginning of a new world. It was also the end of a myth and the beginning of many more legends. A clash of two worlds, a war between two forces, the blood and tears of countless races, the cries of billions of lives… This tapestry is composed of ambition, bloodshed, hatred, plunder, confusion, and joy, and I am at the very beginning. On a bright morning, I took my first step on my journey. The world is no longer what I knew it to be. Book club group number: 132717993

7 寂 The Silent Crown 寂静王冠 Wind and Moon风月Western Fantasy2.8M WordsCompleted We are born of aether, made in aether, and pass away in aether. Revere the aether! The Sacred Canon. This is the golden age of musicians. Music has changed the world, aether has forged glory, and the spirits have ascended to the skies to join the stars. This is a world on the eve of the Long Night, where natural disasters and maddened gods spread destruction and death, and a golden age teeters on the brink. This is the story of a boy who sets out on the path of a musician. It is not about being 3Votes378.4kRecs284kFans

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We are born of ether, we are made of ether, and we die of ether. Reverence for the Ether! —The sacred text. This was the golden age of musicians; music changed the world, ether forged glory, and the Holy Spirits ascended to heaven to join the stars. This is a world where the long night is approaching, where natural disasters and chaotic gods sow destruction and death, and the prosperous age is on the verge of collapse. This is the story of a young boy embarking on the path of a musician, regardless of whether he is humble or great, simply to reach the end of his dream. From that time onward, a crown of righteousness and glory was reserved for him. Divider Simplified explanation: What should I do if my dad gets into trouble and runs away? I need help urgently.

8 城 Heart of the Castle 城堡之心 Shendu Xing慎独行Western Fantasy3.8M WordsCompleted The Viscounty of Lane, cut off by dense fog, has endured countless sieges by monsters. A young knight's squire is gravely wounded in his first battle against a demon and only wakes after three days in a coma. Those three days mark the beginning of the squire's path to becoming a glorious hero. No one knows that his heart has vanished from his chest, replaced by a towering, majestic castle! With a human city at his command, he will forge glorious achievements. Darkness may shroud the world, but t 0Votes193.7kRecs101.9kFans

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In the Viscountry of Ryan, shrouded in thick fog, countless battles were fought against the city by demons. A young knight squire was severely wounded in his first encounter with a demon and remained unconscious for three days before awakening. These three days of unconsciousness became the starting point for the young squire's path to becoming a glorious hero, because no one knew that his heart had disappeared from his chest cavity and was replaced by a majestic and solemn castle! Holding the main human city in hand, establishing glorious achievements, darkness shrouds the world, but the heart of the castle never dies! I'd like to recommend my work from the same website to both new and old readers—Alchemy Blade.

9 超EN Super-Dimensional Wizard 超维术士 Mu Hu牧狐Eastern Fantasy16.4M WordsOngoing Wizards hold an exalted, unrivaled status across the continents and the multiverse. Mystery, wisdom, cruelty, and bloodshed are practically synonymous with wizards. But what are wizards really like? After encountering the world of wizards, Angel reached a conclusion: Wizards are a group who use idealist thought to illuminate themselves, yet approach the world dialectically with a materialist attitude. In other words, they are a breed of rigorous scientists who walk alone on the road to discoveri 225Votes2.6MRecs696kFans

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Wizards hold a supreme position across all continents and planes. Mysterious, wise, cruel, and bloody—these are practically synonymous with wizards. But what are real wizards like? After coming into contact with the wizarding world, Angor came to a conclusion: Wizards are a group of people who use idealistic thinking to illuminate themselves, yet use a materialistic attitude to dialectically analyze the world. In other words, they are a group of unconventional scientists who trudge alone on the path of pursuing truth with a rigorous attitude. Multiple worlds, endlessly overlapping. Intelligent beings, guided by some unseen force, have forged their own paths of civilization. The wizarding world, with its unique cultivation civilization, spans countless planes. Even with the Wizarding World's immense power, the true nature of the universe and the mysteries of dimensions remain unfathomable. Until, a traveler from across the multiverse visited this world. (The traveler is not the protagonist, not the protagonist, not the protagonist—I'm saying it three times because it's important!)

11 剑 Swords, Magic, and Taxis 剑与魔法与出租车 Sosi索斯Western Fantasy3.1M WordsCompleted Dark clouds pressed down from above, and electric serpents writhed across the sky. The might of heaven and earth forced even the dragons to bow their heads, while only the shameless liches could still look up at the sky. A golden beam of light tore through the firmament. Space turbulence, like a tornado carrying blades, violently ripped open the sky and opened a passage through the crystal wall. A metal object the size of a palm, or the palm of an ancient red dragon, leaped out and launched an u 0Votes337.3kRecs203.4kFans

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Dark clouds loomed overhead, lightning crackled, and the power of heaven and earth was so overwhelming that even the giant dragon couldn't lift its head. Only the heartless lich could still look up at the sky. A golden light tore through the dome, and spatial turbulence, like a tornado carrying blades, violently ripped open the dome, creating a passage in the crystal wall. A metal object the size of a palm (the palm of an ancient red dragon) leaped out, launching an unstoppable, desperate charge towards the solid, heavy earth. Zhao Mai gripped the steering wheel and cried out loudly inside the car, "I told you we should have bought a plane, not driven a car!!" My new book, *White Flag Superstore*, is now available. I'm Soth, and I'm continuing my story...

12 霜 Wings of Frost 霜寒之翼 Duke Salted Fish咸鱼公爵Western Fantasy1.6M WordsCompleted “Boss, you’re saying that’s a white dragon?” The dwarf stared at the half-visible dragon wing protruding from the great glacier, his face pale and his legs already trembling. The dragon’s wings blotted out the sky, dimming the sun. Its chilling presence seemed to freeze the heavens themselves. “Maybe it is... Fall back. We should leave...” A nameless chill ran through the captain. “Move! Prepare for battle!” A powerful gust tore across the sky, knocking the mercenaries to the ground. The dragon 0Votes608.7kRecs364.9kFans

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"Boss, you're saying that's a white dragon?" The dwarf stared at the half-dragon wing protruding from the glacier, his face pale, his legs already trembling. The dragon's wings blotted out the sun, dimming its luster, and a chilling aura seemed to freeze the entire sky. "Maybe so... Let's call it a day, we should go..." A chill ran through the captain's heart: "Quickly! Prepare for battle!" A strong gust of wind tore through the sky, and the mercenaries fell to the ground. He opened a pair of strange, scarlet eyes and looked down at the earth from his high position. His dragon roar was like thunder: "Human? Dwarf? Elf? Welcome. I am Baihe. This is my research institute. What kind of research do you want to participate in? Genetic modification? Energized armor? Or physical energy transformation?" The story of a white dragon with an eccentric personality who, wielding an infinite flow artifact, wreaks havoc and causes endless trouble in another world. Infinite flow, D&D, a self-indulgent work, nothing else to say. Group: 111848048

13 二 The Twenty-Sided Die 二十面骰子 Sosi索斯Western Fantasy2.2M WordsCompleted In the era when the Starry Dynasty was declining after reaching its peak, the emergence of the New World became a paradise for the various races to explore and compete over. The sprawling mountain ranges protected the fragile alliance of human lords; the dwarves guarded the gateway to the land of wealth; and the elves continued expanding their forests, trying to recreate the glory of the Silvermoon Age. On the other side of the mountains, dragons ruled the skies, orcs occupied the ground, and ot 0Votes101.9kRecs91.6kFans

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In the era of the Starry Dynasty's decline, the emergence of the New World became a paradise for adventure and conquest among various races. Long mountain ranges protected the fragile alliance of human lords; dwarves guarded the gates to the Land of Fortune; elves constantly expanded their forests, attempting to recreate the glory of the Silver Moon Age. Beyond the mountains, dragons ruled the skies, orcs occupied the land, and other evils lurked beneath the earth. In these times, Siegel was merely an orphan, found in a squid trap with a twenty-sided die. He dreamed of adventure and becoming a hero, but didn't know how to achieve it. He worked as a sailor, squire, knight, and lord, but only the power of magic truly captivated him. However, how to maintain his integrity within the realm of magic became his greatest challenge. My new book, *White Flag Superstore*, is now available. I'm Soth, and I'm continuing my story... (This is the second part of the story of the mage. P. S., "Dice" is pronounced "tou" with a second tone.)

16 萨 The Dragonwing Elegy of Salafu 萨拉弗的龙翼挽歌 Return to the Northern Darkness归兮北冥Western Fantasy579k WordsOngoing When people thought demons and dark elves were all there was to a fantasy world, Lesathos let out a dragon's roar. “No!” His voice echoed across the Toril universe. The free-spirited, romantic eladrin of the Wilderness heard it; the stern, cold baatezu of the Nine Hells heard it; and the genies of the four elemental planes, each pursuing their own ends, heard it. They sang softly, they howled, and countless races raised their voices in song: The universe is never alone. Countless heroes rise and 2Votes60.8kRecs60.5kFans

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When people thought that demons and dark elves were everything in the magical world, Lesathos roared, "No!" The sound echoed throughout the Toril universe. The free-spirited and romantic Eldians of the Wildlands heard it, the cold and austere Bartzu of the Nine Hells heard it, and the giants of the four elemental realms, each going their own way, heard it. They sang softly, they howled, and billions of races sang together: The universe is never alone; countless heroes have risen and fallen! When the critical point between chaos and order collapses, the curtain has just been raised on the millennium-long holy war! Bones turned to ash, flesh to mud, but the immortal witnesses recorded the trajectory of the golden scales. Do not lament, do not leave, may you become a watcher, and explore the lost legends in the words! "Legend is just the beginning of an adventure." — Lesathos Flame

17 山 The Lord Beyond the Mountains 山那边的领主 eskimolWestern Fantasy2.2M WordsOngoing Soldiers in gleaming armor, fields of green wheat seedlings, nettles covering stone walls, roses beside farmhouses. This is the Middle Ages. When the horn sounded at dawn across the fields; when warriors raised the shattered battle standard; when farmers watched in tears as their land went up in flames. An age of chaos had begun. This was an age of suffering, and an age of heroes. Having witnessed the horrors of war, the first lord chose to settle in a valley and build a paradise far remove 1Votes48.4kRecs47.7kFans

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Soldiers in gleaming armor, fields of green wheat seedlings, nettles climbing stone walls, and roses beside farmhouses. This is the Middle Ages. When the bugle sounded the dawn over the fields; when the warriors raised their tattered battle flags; when the farmers wept as they watched their land burn. Chaos has begun. This is an era of suffering, and this is an era of heroes. Having witnessed the horrors of war, the first lord chose to recuperate in the valley and create a paradise, calling himself the lord of the other side of the mountain. Disliked by his family, the second-generation lord left his hometown by chance. When the great era arrives, what will he do? How will "I," who recorded all of this, continue the legend of my fathers? Will I draw my sword and rise up, or will I forge swords into plowshares? This is a tragic tale spanning three generations of lords and a century. On the other side of the mountain, the lords struggled within the cycle of their own fate. This is the story of ordinary people, a story waiting for you to create miracles. Welcome to join our discussion group: 128600538. We look forward to your attention to "The Lord Beyond the Mountain"!

18 星 Reflections of the Starry Sky 星空倒影 Elegant Melody弦歌雅意Western Fantasy419k WordsCompleted In the firmament of history, those who are chosen become stars, illuminating an entire era and receiving the reverence of countless generations to come. We call them “heroes.” I am no hero. The most glorious moments of my life were merely spent at the heroes’ sides, watching them personally polish the night sky of history until it shone. Perhaps I can say that beneath that star-flecked firmament, I was something real yet insignificant... A reflection... (A New Works Alliance production) 0Votes102.9kRecs44Fans

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In the vast expanse of history, those chosen will become stars, illuminating an entire era and receiving the admiration of future generations. We call them "heroes". I am not a hero. The most glorious moment of my life was simply standing beside heroes, watching them illuminate the night sky of history with their own hands. Perhaps I could say that I am, real and insignificant, beneath that shimmering starry sky… A reflection... (Produced by New Alliance)