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 It was a month ago when Zhang Heng first found out that he had twenty-four hours more than others.
 It all started with his watch—a Swiss Tissot Automatic III analog timepiece, which was a gift from his parents who were away in Iceland for his eighteenth birthday.
 It had been purchased in the most perfunctory manner from Taobao1, and then delivered by the seller. To boot, it was addressed to the wrong class.
 Zhang Heng no longer had it in him to grumble about these two people—before he even graduated from primary school, the two immortals1 had already packed their bags and made haste for Europe to get started with a whole new life.
 His parents who had met in an academic exchange conference, were both theologians—who specialized in religious and mythological studies. Naturally, in their materialism1 oriented homeland, theirs was not a popular field.
 However, unlike deceitful shenguns1, Zhang Heng’s parents were the real deal: one had graduated from the University of Oxford majoring in Nordic and Greek mythology whereas the other was a Durham University graduate who had published several papers Christian mythology, proving to be quite an influence in this field.
 In the end, they found themselves having trouble fitting in back home in China.
 By chance, his father’s academic advisor took over a large project and was short-staffed. After a brief dialogue between the couple, Zhang Heng’s parents handed their son over to his maternal grandfather, and then left in a hurry to begin a hectic life of research that moved them all around the world.
 They return home to visit only once a year, which meant that Zhang Heng spent his entire childhood with his grandfather.
 Maybe because they felt guilty about it, these two immortals never deprived the old man and their young in expenses.
 Excluding school fees or boarding fees, Zhang Heng’s one-year college allowance was about thirty-thousand yuan. Although not as much as what the sports-car-driving fuerdais1 get, it was considered pretty decent among the average students.
 Alright, back to the main subject.
 The whole thing with the watch was pretty weird. Zhang Heng had just woken up from a night’s sleep to look at the time when he noticed that the marking at the top of the dial had changed from 12 to 24.
 Zhang Heng blanked out for a moment, then very calmly returned the watch to its place before drawing up his covers and continued to sleep.
 An hour and a half later, his friend that slept opposite him sent him a text message to inform him regrettably, that the attendance for Further Mathematics class was taken.
 It was not a dream?
 After a ten minutes shower, Zhang Heng sat down at the desk at the foot of his bed and switched on his computer.
 The first thing he did was to check into Taobao and lookup ’24-hour-dial watch prank’. The search results read—Sorry, we cannot find you’re looking for.
 Zhang Heng deleted the word ‘prank’; still, nothing matched his search.
 Was this not a prank?
 Zhang Heng rubbed his chin pensively. If he turned a blind eye on the twelve extra dials that appeared out of nowhere, the time on his watch was consistent with the one on his desktop. Upon a closer look, Zhang Heng also confirmed that this twenty-four-dialed timepiece was the same one he had been wearing.
 Even the scratches on the case back and creases on the strap were consistent—little details, that no one else, other than he as the owner of the watch, knew.
 Of course, there were those hardcore pranksters who would make sure the lookalikes were undifferentiable from the real thing, but who would have so much time to spare to pull such an elaborate prank? They might as well spend such skills and zeal restoring relics in the Forbidden City.
 To sum it up, Zhang Heng knew that someone was messing with him.
 The average person would have had a fit encountering such a supernatural event. Zhang Heng, though, was not your average joe, thanks to his immortal parents.
 Most parents would coax their children to sleep with fairytales starring the little rabbit or baby squirrel. Zhang Heng’s parents, on the other hand, put their professional knowledge to use, so that that young Zhang Heng went to bed with Nordic mythologies and Bible stories.
 Even though he did not waste away the nine years of compulsory education, and became a materialist, the foundation that had been established in him when he was younger remained.
 He was better at accepting situations like this much better than most.
 To explain using the concept of the trending boardgame ‘The Call of the Cthulhu’, his character’s Sanity points depletion was slow.
 Instead of feeling fearful, he found whatever that was happening to him to be very interesting.
 The normal watch had twelve dials and after the hour-hand completed two rotations, a day would have passed. Now, his limited-edition watch with twenty-four dials only needed to complete one rotation to indicate the passing of one full day.
 Looking at it that way did not make it seem like a big deal at all. Once he had gotten used to it, it would feel almost natural.
 But Zhang Heng believed that whoever did this would not have been satisfied with just simply changing the clock face.
 His instinct told him that whatever that was supposed to happen would most probably happen when the needle completes one round.
 It was about fifteen hours before the end of the day, and Zhang Heng did not plan to remain idle during this period of time.
 There was no need to attend the Further Mathematics class since the attendance had already been taken. The lecturer that had warned the class that an absence would mean a deduction of five points in their final examination.
 The damage had already been done.
 So, he decided to go down to the park and make up for the morning run he had missed.
 To his classmates, Zhang Heng was actually quite unique. Ever since they began attending university, the student became even wearier of getting out of bed early. This classmate of theirs was the only one insisting on waking up to go for morning runs. But for all that, he had never signed up for any competition during sports day, and rarely participated in group activities. He especially disliked gatherings. But once you have talked to him, you would find that he was not the arrogant person he appeared to be; in fact, you might even find this person to be quite interesting.
 A rumor about Zhang Heng being multi-talented had been circulating among the girls. Apparently, someone had returned to university before the holiday ended and saw him alone in the piano room playing Paganini’s No. 3 Etude, La Campanella (The Bell), cleverly adapted by Franz Liszt from the Italian violinist’s ‘The Violin Concerto No. 2 in B minor’ to a piano solo. Written using the cyclic form, the piece was notoriously difficult to play with various new technical methods cropping up every now and then, testing the pianist’s dexterity and prowess.
 Some people remarked that they had seen Zhang Heng training in the archery range, and according to his roommate, he was also a member of a certain rock-climbing club.
 These were true yet also false.
 Zhang Heng was not as extreme as the stories described him to be. The morning runs was a habit imposed upon him by his grandfather—he was simply used to the routine. He might be slightly faster and tougher than most people but was not nearly as good as the specially recruited student athletes.
 Archery was something he had only recently decided to try on a whim. With only three lessons under his belt, he was scarcely a novice. Rock climbing, on the other hand, was one of those things you enthusiastically sign up for and then forget about almost instantly.
 The piano was the only thing that he had grown up playing, but his level was only at about eighth or ninth grade. That La Campanella piece was just a recording in his phone that he had played when he was alone in the piano room. He never thought that it would get him famous.
 Wherefore, the unordinary Zhang Heng was actually not that unordinary.
 He was interested in many things but like it or not time is fair to everyone.
 Regardless of whether you value it, whether you decide to spend every minute productively or play as a useless person spending most of the time in bed, every person only has twenty-four hours at their disposal—not a second more, not a second less.
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 Growing up with eccentric materialist parents who left him in the care of his grandfather for a job overseas, Zhang Heng had learned to adapt and be unfettered by the oddities and challenges in life. But he would soon learn the baffling truth about the world he thought he knew when one day at midnight time froze and he found himself in a world so quiet and still it was deafening. That night, he discovered that he had 24 hours more than everybody else and thus, marked the beginning of his adventures. The mysteries surrounding his newfound ability only deepened when a strange old man claimed to have given Zhang Heng that ‘gift of time’ and recruited the young man to participate in a cryptic ‘life-changing’ game on his behalf. Little did Zhang Heng know that accepting those terms meant embroiling himself in many versions of reality and exposing himself to the hidden secrets of the world—a decision he could never undo.
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 Traveling through the Republic of China, Ye Chen originally thought it was a war-torn era dominated by warlords. This was the darkest era in Feilu's history. Ye Chen was still planning his life and how to save his life in the future, until one day he met Ren Tingting. Ye Chen was dumbfounded, what the hell is going on? 
 The introduction is weak. Anyway, this is a protagonist who also fights territory and hunts ghosts and eliminates zombies.
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 They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
 Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques. 
 Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
 Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?!
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 A 30-year-old NEET is reincarnated into the body of an otaku that choked to death on instant noodles. As he comes to grips with his new life, he realizes that this world is subtly different from Earth. The denizens of this world are far better looking, and this new world also possesses futuristic technology as well as mysterious Yin Yang masters!
 After reincarnating, he realized that he was endowed with a miraculous game-like system, which enables him to increase his own stats and transcend the limits of the human body. This system even has a game-breaking ability to save and load in real life!
 In this new world that’s akin to a 2-D game, he just wants to enjoy life and head for a glorious future… However, he is quickly embroiled in a complex plot. Can he unlock his true potential and utilize his system to break the shackles that confine him and discover the truth about his previous body’s circumstances?
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 In the process of crossing, it merged with the computer, and the computer has also evolved into a super-intelligent brain, which seems to be good 
 But this is a weird world, ah hey! 
 A walking supercomputer, powerful enough to use the butterfly effect to influence unrelated people 
 Even reliable calculation predicts the future, does this count as knowing destiny? 
 Use science to analyze the mystery, there is nothing in this world that cannot calculate the truth 
 If there is, then there is not enough energy 
 Yang qi is nothing but the energy released by cell metabolism.
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 Introduction to the Glory of the Sun God.
 A life with the power of the sun, through the story of the world of Marvel.
 The sun in mythology is the great existence that controls the alternating of time series, the growth of all things, the restraint of all dark evils, the master of light and flame.
 The sun in reality is a member of the star. The greatest celestial body in the universe. It is the ultimate existence of magnetic attraction.
 What happens when these forces are concentrated on one person.
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 What is a Protagonist?
 After transmigrating, the wind will blow and the water will rise! After rebirth, begin the slaughter in all four directions!
 Bring a system to win at life! &nbsp;Carry a dimension to soar above the masses!
 Enter a red packet group and walk to the peak!
 … …
 How could a life without a cheat be called a Protagonist?
 However——
 Behind every successful Protagonist lies innumerable cannon fodder, they are unresigned to be the Protagonist’s stepping stone, they want to be the main characters of their own lives, it doesn’t have to be dazzling but it must be a unique and unmatched life.
 Wen Qing’s job is to complete the wishes of these cannon fodder, settle their obsessions, and allow them to successfully reincarnate. &nbsp;Regarding the reward for completing the missions ——she can snatch the Protagonist’s golden finger.
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 [The keynote of the full text-the heroine falls in love with the hero at first sight, and she loves it to the end! 】 
 There is a saying in the upper circles of the imperial capital, Qin Ye CP draws peach blossoms, smiles with a smile on his lips, prosperous and graceful-causing a woman to be cut off by a handsome man, and a man to be bent. 
 However, Master Yan only loves Master Qin at a glance. 
 The admirer thumped his chest and cried, and we also want such a male god. Huaqing University took a stroll and came back with a Nobel Prize. 
 The United States took a lap and started the era of chip projection mobile phones. 
 The most annoying thing is that Yanshen sprinkled dog food in the global live broadcast of the awards ceremony, and also left the wave of advertisements-the young master’s main business physiognomist, who is like feng shui, face to face fortune-telling, one hexagram is ten thousand gold, one hexagram a day . If you want to come, please be early tomorrow.
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 The story of an ordinary man who traveled through the Marvel world to obtain the ability to devour, and began to devour one superpower ability to become the king of the Marvel world! 
 There are many female protagonists, the protagonist from ordinary people step by step to become the king of the Marvel world, the initial ability is due to the crossing of the body changed, you can devour stable abilities without any side effects. The system is only auxiliary, can travel through the realm!
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 My name was Yuan Junyao, a name my grandmother gave me, meaning “beautiful jade”, although I was not beautiful at all. Actually I was ugly.
 I was told that I grew tumours on my face since I wasn’t even 3 months old. My parents had me examined in hospital and the doctor said it was a fibroma and it was benign. It couldn’t kill me but I couldn’t get rid of it because if I did, it may develop to be fatal. My father divorced my mother for this, and not long after, my mother died.
 To make a living, I had to do three jobs.
 One day I messed with the wrong people and they had my younger brother have a car accident and become a vegetable, and I also lost all my jobs because of it.
 I tried to find a new job and happened to know about live streaming. I clicked on it and a man was live streaming in an old ghost-haunted house. The ambience was terrifying.
 I followed him online and he didn’t see a real ghost even by the end of the stream. But the ambience was so real it spooked the audience. So he had many watchers who sent him lots of gifts while they watched. I was a little inspired by the idea. Nobody wanted to see the face of the host of a ghost live streaming, which suited me very well…
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 He is the ruler of the mercenary realm, an overlord that gives headaches to the leaders of any country! For the sake of his friends, he’s willing to sacrifice himself; for the sake of his family, he does not hesitate to spill blood! He is a dragon, one that soars above even the highest of heavens. He’s a power that advances triumphantly through unstable situations, stirring up both the winds and the waters.
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 That night, when a Kryptonian ship with a baby crashed on Mike Kent’s family farm, and when he decided to adopt that child the golden finger of crossover was thus activated, he understood that his life was about to change. 
 Superman Clark Kent, Professor X Charles Kent, Magneto, Eric Kent.. 
 When he became the father of these men, the strongest family was born! 
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 Human body with fishtail was known as mermaid.
 They were pretty and mysterious, their tears congealed to a pearl worth a city.
 Miao Miao never thought that one day she would set foot on the lake shore as a human.
 She had no desire, only wanted to be close to a man.
 Even though she was seeking her own doom, but she gladly endured the hardship.
 —— I like you, for ninety days.
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