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I Am the Undertaker of the Unknown 我为神秘收尸人
In a small courtyard, a mysterious figure in a black robe spoke to the three identical children before him: “When the first evil spirit in the world fell into the Mother River, the river truly became a ‘mother.’ But her children were nothing like playful kids. They were more like tsunamis sweeping across the land.” The three children seemed not to understand what the mysterious figure meant, so they all asked at once: “What does that mean?” The mysterious figure in black did not answer. Instead,
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From Young Martial Hero to Immortal of the Mortal World 从武林小侠到红尘仙人
All the myriad aspects of life take the mortal world as their stage, while the dazzling stars shine by the light of the sun and moon. But does the mortal world give rise to all things, or do the sun and moon forge the stars? Gu Hongchen had no interest in such grand philosophies. He knew only that the beings of the world could scarcely see the sunlight, and ordinary people could scarcely know the moonlight. Only the lofty Celestial Palace stood above them all, obscuring every facet of the mortal
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Swinging Wildly in a World Where You Can't See the Enemy 在看不见敌人的世界里,肆意挥击
His mother is dead, his younger sister's body has vanished, and he himself has lost his memory. Su Zhen had once thought he could enjoy life as a wealthy, carefree young master even without a “nest,” but now, for the first time, he has a goal... His father's wager and his sister's keepsake let Su Zhen use pain as a trigger to see the “turbid things” through the rain, allowing him to join the police station's “Nest Builders” unit... But as time passes, he finally realizes that the enemies he cann
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Without a Grandpa Mentor, What the Hell Are You Cultivating For? 没有老爷爷,你修个屁的仙
Shi Zhongli had always been a lazy homebody who loved reading web novels. He dreamed that one day he would dominate the world of cultivation and become its supreme ruler. Then one day, he woke with a splitting headache and discovered that, just like the protagonist in a book, he had transmigrated to another world. He was thrilled, but who could have guessed things would take such a bizarre turn? “Good grief, little guy, so you’re saying this is a continent where strength rules, and you were
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To Me: The One with Four Human Natures and One Divine Nature 致:拥有四具人性与一具神性的我
Uncertain white mists, hazy and hallucinatory. A clock tower and cathedral, crumbling into ruin. The last city-state seems secure, yet demons born of the thick fog lie in wait to possess it. Humanity can only eke out a wretched existence by praying to the immense, illusory figures in the starry sky. On the edge of Platinum City, in the Fog District. Looking at the mark for “Devour” on his hand, Serxiti took his four selves with him and climbed into the steam-powered carriage without hesitati
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This Demon Is Actually a Pilgrim 这个恶魔人居然是位朝圣徒
This is an age of frock coats and steam, but also an age when demons and knights lie in wait. It’s a “tragedy” that a transmigrator with a hearty appetite can’t taste human food. But it’s a “comedy” when a transmigrator treats demons like an all-you-can-eat buffet. The great demon hunter Se Xiti Kang Siliel once said: “Ever since I fused with the Primordial, whenever I see demons wreaking havoc on the world, my mouth starts watering before my eyes start to cry.”
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The Pilgrim Who Longs to Go Home 想要回家的朝圣徒
It is an age of trench coats and suits, yet also an age when knights and demons contend. Ordinary people all know that the only way to find a safe corner for themselves is to worship the radiance of the Lord God, listen to the saintesses sing, and shelter beneath the knights' armor. But one man, named Serxiti, is an exception. Not only does he lack a soul belonging to this age, he also has no heart that can fit into this civilization. Why do I say that? Let us hear his own answer... “My name is
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Once Upon a Time, There Was a Bell of a Hundred Tears 从前有口百泪钟
Xie Fansheng’s rebirth was nothing like anyone else’s. He didn’t become some world-shaking powerhouse or revered sage like the male leads in web novels, nor did he get to enjoy a wistful youth like the heroes of campus fiction. He didn’t even reincarnate as a person. Instead, he became a clock, an immobile one. It left him confused and bored. He just wanted this dull, ironbound existence to end as soon as possible. But one day, he tasted something called “tears.” They were extraordinary, seeming
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Hiding in an Immortal’s Dream, Pretending to Be an Expert 躲在仙人梦里装高人
When Li Changge regained consciousness, he found himself not sleeping soundly in the familiar softness of his bed, but in a strange room with a wooden table and candle, and a wooden sword and iron nails not far away. In his panic, he tried a strange ritual to get home, never expecting it to plunge him into a bizarre dream where he met a visitor whose face he could not make out. After they talked, Li Changge was surprised to learn that the other person took him for an unfathomably powerful senior
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A Half-Baked God and His Super-Evolved Avatar 半吊子神明和他的超强化身
“As you can see, I’m a total slacker.” “But don’t underestimate me. I’m a god, and a powerful one at that!” “But now I’ve been given a task by my dear big brother, so I’ll have to stop slacking for a while.” “But... I never expected it would turn me into a half-baked god who slacks even harder than before.” [Lighthearted]
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Reborn, I Started Taking Disciples at Twelve 重生,从十二岁就开始收徒
After Li Changge accidentally arrived in this world, he wandered for more than eight hundred years, only to end up in a situation where death was certain. But he possessed the Yin-Yang Converging Flower, the seventh-ranked wonder of the world. Using it to alter the world, he returned to the age of ten. At twelve, facing a clever young prodigy, he said: “You may call me the Yin-Yang Daoist.” When he had made a name for himself, facing a Hongmen Banquet, he simply sat there in silence and said: “M
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City of Vast Stars 瀚星之城
“There’s a place called the City of Stars. I want to take our hearts there, to see the azure sky, the white snow-capped mountains, the golden grasslands, and a fairy tale in autumn.” “People, monsters, and gods have all passed through my world. The one who most deserves to go to the City of Stars is me.” “Today, at last, we have arrived in the City of Stars...”
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They Said, “Wait Until I Visit Earth” 他们说:等我去地球做客
A food-delivery slave, his feet shackled and his body covered in wounds, came to a prisoner whose hands were bound in magical iron chains and asked him a question. “Dad, why do you want me to call you Dad?” The prisoner replied: “Because on Earth, it’s every man’s favorite word. And I’ve watched you grow up, bit by bit, so I like hearing you call me that.” The food-delivery slave asked: “What kind of place is Earth, anyway? Why do you keep talking about it?” The prisoner answered: “It’s my home.
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An Exorcist's Pilgrimage 驱魔师的朝圣之路
Su Zhi Constantine, who got drunk every night, was once again handed a serial murder case one morning. “Mr. Su Zhi, what do you make of this?” “What do I make of it? I look at it with my eyes.” “With your eyes?” Su Zhi’s lips curled into a faint smile. He grabbed a random mirror, held it up in front of the corpse, and said to everyone: “Like this.” They all leaned in. Their faces filled with horror, because what they saw was... A humanoid monster covered in mouths belonging to all sorts of anima
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The Underworld’s Last Yin Ghost Constable 地府最后的阴鬼差
Born in a year, month, day, and hour of yin, in a world overrun by ghosts, a newborn’s cry rang through a coffin shop. The child was born with a yin spoon in his mouth. Eighteen years of growing up out of place among those around him had made Liu Yin’s memories all the clearer. Suddenly, he remembered: he was a yin constable from the underworld. Somehow, though, he had become human. Looking out at the world around him, where ghosts ran rampant, he couldn’t help but wonder: “Why haven’t my collea
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