The Quiet Reader's Bookshelf 默默看书的书架

4 怪EN The Urban Horror Game Designer 怪谈游戏设计师 I Can Fix Air Conditioners我会修空调Mystery & Supernatural2.1M WordsOngoing “Doctor, the game I made seems to have become reality.” “Isn't that a good thing? People are under so much pressure at work these days, yet you can escape all that, play at life, and live the life you've always dreamed of.” “But I'm a horror-game designer. I've devised 126 murder cases and created dozens of killers with different personalities. To find material, I've also watched 95 thriller films, read more than 400 horror comics, and collected over 2,000 urban legends. Now they all seem to hav 80Votes1.1MRecs1.5MFans

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"Doctor, the game I played seems to have become reality." "Isn't this great? People are under so much work pressure these days, but you are able to escape it, enjoy life, and live the life you dream of." "But I'm a designer of ghost stories games. I've conceived 126 murder cases, created dozens of murderers with different personalities, and to find material, I've watched 95 thriller movies, read over 400 horror comics, and collected more than 2,000 urban legends. Now, it seems like they've all come true!" "So... Do I look familiar to you?"

5 龙 Dragon Raja: The Retired Grim Reaper Goes to Work Slaying Dragons 龙族：退休死神，上班屠龙 GoGoGoGouziGoGoGo狗子Light Novel592k WordsCompleted My name is Jiang Shouyun. I am seventeen years old and a student at Shilan High School. Oh, and I am also a retired Soul Reaper. I finish school at six every day, spend some time beating up the pitiful Lu Mingfei at an internet café, and get home right at eight. After I get home, I practice sword swings and meditate for two hours. I go to bed at ten, drink a glass of warm milk before sleeping, and make sure to get eight full hours of sleep, leaving no fatigue or stress behind. Every weekend, I t 0Votes17.5kRecs196.2kFans

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My name is Jiang Shouyun, I am 17 years old, and I am a student at Shilan Middle School. Oh right, I am also a retired Grim Reaper. I get out of school at six o'clock every day, then I go to the internet cafe to bully the pushover Lu Mingfei, and I get home promptly at eight o'clock. After returning home, do two hours of meditation and light breathing exercises, go to bed at 10 pm, drink a glass of warm milk before bed, and ensure you get a full eight hours of sleep without any fatigue or stress. He tutors Su Xiaoqiang every weekend, skillfully defusing the rich woman's advances while ensuring the sugar daddy's happiness. My dream is to maintain a stable life, and even my Zanpakuto says I'm normal. Until that day, at Chu Zihang's invitation, I got into that Maybach. A guy who called himself a "god" stood in front of us, carrying a tree branch and riding an eight-legged horse, offering to grant us eternal life and power... "All things will return to their proper place. How arrogant that a mere false god dares to speak so presumptuously about eternal life." Jiang Shouyun took off his non-prescription glasses, quietly crushed them in his hand, and swept his wet hair back to reveal his crimson-gold eyes. The Hōgyoku shimmered with a deep blue light, and the Zanpakutō (sword/sword) eagerly yearned to slay a god. "Whether it's you, me, or even a god, no one starts out at the top, but the vacancy of the throne of heaven is about to end." "From this day forward, I will stand on the throne." This is the story of a worker who combines the powers of a Shinigami, a Hollow, and a Dragon Clan, starting today as a boss and exploiting others to work for him. P. S.: Not having read "Bleach" will not affect your reading experience. The power systems of the two worlds will merge without leaving any regrets, so readers can read with peace of mind.

7 主 The Great Path of the Lord God 主神大道 Hermit Guyue古月居士Infinite Myriad Worlds3.9M WordsCompleted Time wanders on. In whose hands does life rest? The galaxy stretches on, vast and boundless. Where do drifting specks of dust go? Through the ages, who sings in the halls of history? With hair full-grown, one suddenly looks up and gazes at the passing years of a lifetime. Flowers bloom at dawn and fade by dusk, while all things race past in a flash. Who shines as the brightest star in the long river of history? Winners become kings; losers are villains. Heroes meet tragic ends. The victors paint 0Votes564.3kRecs364.9kFans

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Time drifts by, but in whose hands does life truly reside? The Milky Way is vast; where do the floating dust particles go? In the vast expanse of time, who sings in the long corridor of history? With long, flowing hair, he suddenly looks up, gazing at a lifetime's worth of time. Picking up flowers in the morning and gathering them at dusk, fleeting moments and fleeting memories. Who are the brightest stars in the long river of history? The victor is king, the loser is villain; tragic heroes. The victors paint historical epics, while the defeated sing mournful songs. Sages and worthies of the past are all lonely, and a thousand years have passed. Whose hands do we truly hold in the hands of destiny? Playing the game of heaven and earth, laughing and talking about life across a hundred generations. All living beings are but pawns in a game of chess. A lifetime of struggle may leave one merely a pawn on someone else's chessboard. Diverse and comprehensive, looking down on everything. The endless struggle was just a fleeting afterglow between my fingers. Welcome to the world of the Supreme God, welcome to my world... Gu Yue's Main God Space: 234250428 Full subscription book club: 451985924