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Books by Crow’s Beak
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My Clones Are Becoming Cosmic-Level Demon Gods 我的分身正在成为宇宙级魔神
After the great cataclysm, Earth was buried alive beneath black fog. Over a long thousand years, civilization nearly vanished, and humanity changed under the influence of the black fog. [Skyborne Species · Ironfeather Bird: Turns its feathers into steel to attack enemies and can fly] [Deep-Sea Species · Split-Foot Octopus: Incredible regenerative abilities, camouflage, and ink spray] [Earthbound Species · Stone Demon: Incredibly tough skin, immense strength, and can extend its lifespan through h
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The Necromancer’s Summoning Frenzy 死灵法师的召唤狂潮
After transmigrating to a fantasy world, Thorne never imagined he would become a necromancer, much less unleash a second undead calamity and become the enemy of the entire continent. Fortunately, his favorite web minigame came with him, allowing him to draw talents and summon endless undead servants. [Skeleton Grunt] → [Skeleton Warrior] → [Skeleton Knight] [Bone Apprentice] → [Corpse Mage] → [Lich Attendant] Years later, as he leads an undead army to invade the realm of the gods and crushes the
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This Villain Needs More Money 这个反派得加钱
Lance, the lead writer of The Serpent’s Broken Promise, transmigrates into the game world. Using his knowledge of the plot and abandoning his conscience, he stops at nothing to make the characters he created submit to him. The cardinal of the Radiant Church upholds justice, appearing cold and dignified in public, but knowing exactly how to indulge herself behind closed doors. The languid sleeping beauty of the secret society, head of its entire underground trading network, becomes his pillow whe
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It Starts with a Death Diary 从死亡日记开始
In 1837, a thick fog engulfed Yadan. On Flower Album Street, the obscure young detective Milai opened his eyes to find an unfamiliar diary on the desk before him. He turned to a page: [Thursday, December 11. The weather is clear. I died in a shooting. The killer was wearing ridiculous red-and-green bell-bottoms…] “What does this mean? Is someone going to kill me?” Milai stared blankly, then glanced at the calendar beside him. Today was Friday, December 10. He had just one day before the murder.
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From Eerie Painter to God 从诡画师开始成为神明
People are made up of countless measures. Flesh and blood are measures, as are sinew and bone. Emotions are measures, thoughts are measures. Lifespan is a measure, life is a measure. The past is a measure, the future is a measure. “What you have, what you should have, I will take it all away.” When Sena Helos lays down the paintbrush stained with divine pigment and opens his etched eyes, he is ready to seize everyone’s measures and build an immortal divine kingdom, without the slightest remorse.
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