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 The Returner’s Entrance Exam (3) Translator: Geass606
 Rewriter: Slimicee, Nyamh, and WorstAsianNA
 Romantica and Treveurie were relieved by Desir’s presence; a commoner couldn’t even be considered competition.
 “Since he’s a commoner, I doubt he’s even received a proper education.” Romantica remarked. “I won’t complain though, it just means one less opponent for me. I was a bit worried about the spellsword in our group, but him being here makes everything easier.”
 Treveurie chuckled in response, “Seeing what we’re up against, I think the real struggle will be between you and me. What do you think Romantica?”
 Romantica nodded. “You’re probably right; let’s have a good competition.”
 Both of them enthusiastically shook hands, treating the test as if it was a game between two friends. While Romantica and Treveurie continued to talk with one another, Desir and Ajest silently observed their surroundings.
 Besides their group, the loud waiting room was filled with the chattering of fellow students, all anticipating the start of their own exams. After some time, an announcement resounded.
 |&nbsp;The group entrance examination event has been decided. The following information present the event’s details.
 |&nbsp;Class 10 Shadow World: Ernste Plains Race
 |&nbsp;The condition for clearing this Shadow World is to be the first person to cross the finish line. The position of the finish line is 8 kilometers away from the starting point. The use of magic is permitted; therefore, attacks between participants are also permitted. The Student Safety System has been activated for this exam, and pain will be suppressed by 80%. If a student wishes to forfeit at any time during the exam, they must simply verbally announce their resignation. Upon said verbal resignation, they will be expelled from the Shadow World. In the event of a fatal injury or attack, the receiving student will likewise be expelled from the Shadow World. Rankings from first to fourth place will be assessed at the end of the exam.
 Romantica and Treveurie perused the information regarding the Shadow World they would soon enter.
 “Man, I’m glad it’s just running,” Treveurie said. “I heard that Group 8 has to deal with trolls.”
 “It’s basically just a race isn’t it? Do we even have to fight each other?” Romantica asked.
 Desir and Ajest still waited in silence as they had been before the announcement, a bubble of empty space around them. Ajest sat down and swept down the length of her scabbard with her finger while Desir stood a away from the boisterous crowd, leisurely leaning against the wall. Soon, the dull mechanical voice of the announcement returned:
 |&nbsp;The gate will soon open. Participants, please line up in front of the gate in an orderly fashion, and be prepared to register yourselves.
 The participants in Group 0 lined up in front of the gate. Soon after, the gate opened, and a bright light shone through. As the students walked through the gate, they were completely engulfed within the light, and their figures disappeared without a trace.
 |&nbsp;Entering the Shadow World Ernste Plains Race.
 Soon after entering the gate, Desir was transported into the artificial Shadow World. Checking his surroundings, he and the other three students stood in the middle of a large plain. The green grass and vibrant blue sky stretched before him. The flowers bloomed all around him, and an an enormous river ran through the middle of the field, giving this Shadow World the feeling of an idealistic Spring day. The warm air blew at his hair, and the sun kissed his skin with warmth. This place was the embodiment of serenity.
 |&nbsp;The race will start in three minutes. Participants, please stand behind the starting line.
 Hearing the announcement, Desir looked down at his feet, and sure enough, there was a starting line on the ground. The four of them got into their positions behind the starting line in the order of Group 0’s participant list.
 By pure chance, Desir and Ajest stood beside each other. Compared to his previously cool attitude, Desir felt extremely awkward standing so close to her. He was staring at Ajest with an inquisitive look, when her head suddenly snapped towards him, her eyes meeting his gaze.
 He greeted her with an awkward expression, unsure of what to say. “H-hi?” He mumbled nervously.
 Ajest didn’t react in the slightest. Her face remained expressionless, as if she was wearing a mask. Her gaze quickly swept over Desir with a dull look, and she turned away just as quickly as she’d turned towards him.
 As Desir lowered his eyes in embarrassment, he noticed an unusual, yet all too familiar, weapon at Ajest’s waist. It was a one-handed sword that seemed to be a mix between a broadsword and a two-handed longsword. As his gaze moved back up, a hundred shimmering golden hairs waved in the breeze before his eyes. Seeing her face was as cold as it had been before, Desir thought that rather than coming off as bashful, she was more like the personification of a frigid blade.
 ‘Come to think of it, was she like this back then, too?’
 6th circle ice attribute spellsword and holder of one of the strongest spellswords, the Queen-rank swordwoman— Ajest Zedga F. Kingscrown. She led the front line ahead of everyone. The Goddess of the Battlefield. And part of The Shadow Labyrinth expedition team and one of the last six people to die. Undoubtedly, she was a callous woman at that time.
 “You,” Ajest proclaimed.
 Desir’s heart jolted, and he needlessly cowered. Judging from the way participants continued to talk on the other side, it seemed that they couldn’t hear this conversation.
 “You’re weak,” she said.
 Although it was a very sudden personal attack, Desir answered casually. “I know.”
 “No, you don’t know.” She said in a way only Ajest could. “You’re weak. The lowest-rank spell level. Physical ability is below average. No matter how high you take it, class 6 Shadow Worlds are the limit.”
 He already knew all of this. So, of course, she’d have to point it all out.
 Their eyes met.
 An odd current ran between Desir and Ajest, making the air around them extremely tense. Desir knew this atmosphere very well. It was a situation he had experienced several times in his previous life. It was like the calm before the storm. The twitching of gunpowder just before it burst.
 Desir tensed.&nbsp;‘You want to fight me here right now?’
 “You can relax,” Ajest said. “I’m not thinking of attacking you like what the mentor said.”
 Desir raised his eyebrows, taken aback. “Why is that?” he asked.
 Ajest’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly in the wind. She shifted her attention and looked straight ahead, clearly stating that her business with him was over.
 Imperiously, she said, “I don’t have a hobby of attacking people as weak as you.”
 Desir smiled bitterly. That, too, was also very much like her.
 The sound of an alarm rang out.
 |&nbsp;The race starts in ten seconds. Participants, please prepare.
 Desir took a deep, steadying breath and then let it out slowly.
 |&nbsp;Race, start!
 The participants listed during the announcement surged forward at once. In this race, physical ability was paramount. So, it came as no surprise when Ajest Kingscrown and Treveurie Tigus immediately took the lead.
 Of course, mages didn’t excel at such physical pursuits. As such, it also came as no surprise that Desir and Romantica were eating the dust from Ajest and Treveurie’s feet.
 With their physical prowess and swiftness, it didn’t even take five minutes for the difference between the two courses to emerge. Desir and Romantica lagged far behind. So far behind, the dust had already settled in front of them.
 Coincidentally, when it came to speed, there was hardly any difference between Desir and Romantica.
 “With all that pretending to be good,” Desir panted for breath. “This is what you are in the end.”
 Romantica scowled. “Why don’t you focus on the event?” She refused to let it be known that her pride was even a little bit wounded.
 “Even if I focus on the event,” Desir gasped. “At this rate. We both. Are going to be. Eliminated.” He took another big heave of air. “Is what I’m saying.”
 Romantica had nothing left to say. Because it was an accurate point. What was worse, she was already beginning to breathe roughly. At this rate, catching up was out of the question.
 “Well, you don’t look any better than I do,” she said.
 “Please,” he wheezed. “Just… shut up. Please.”
 Romantica glared at Desir like he was some sort of bad-luck charm, hoping he’d somehow magically disappear. But every time she looked back at him, he was still staring at her—and it made her more and more anxious.
 She couldn’t take it. “Ugh!” ‘This whole thing is annoying’&nbsp;she thought. So she yelled at Desir. “Why the hell are you making that kind of annoying face?”
 “Well,” Desir quipped. “I just thought this wouldn’t be a big deal for a 2nd circle mage.”
 Romantica’s eyebrow twitched. He had just dismissed her skills… this commoner had just insulted her!
 ‘THIS bastard has the nerve!?’&nbsp;Romantica’s chest burst with fury.
 “FINE,” she exclaimed. “You asked for it. I was waiting for just the right moment.” Romantica thrust her arms in front of her, and the wind’s current began to subtly shift. “Open your eyes and take a good look. A commoner like you will never reach the level of a 2nd circle mage.”
 Romantica released her magic power, and concentrated on the forest far ahead of them.
 A high-speed incantation rushed from her mouth:
 [Sweep the Air!]
 Her spell manifested itself and shot in the direction of the forest—towards where Treveurie Tigus and Ajest Kingscrown competed against each other.
 ***
 ‘At this rate, isn’t this an easy victory?’&nbsp;The Pawn-rank swordsman, Treveurie Tigus, had already convinced himself that he had won. After all, the figures of Romantica and Desir had long since disappeared behind them, and the gap wouldn’t diminish unless he decided to take a nap.
 The corners of his mouth curled upwards.&nbsp;‘Those guys back there are mages. We’re clearly superior when it comes to physical ability. This exam favored us, swordsmen, from the start.’&nbsp;
 Treveurie looked towards Ajest, who was keeping pace with him. Her ability surprised him—he had risen to join the elite group of Pawn-rank swordsmen, who his peers called “geniuses.” He was confident that, among those of his age, there were only a few other people faster than him.
 ‘I didn’t think I would find someone on my level.’&nbsp;Treveurie chastised himself for slightly underestimating his opponent.
 Treveurie looked back, wondering where the rest of the participants were located.
 Right at that moment, the wind’s direction changed and whooshed passed his face, the sound roaring in his ears.
 An extremely powerful gale tore through the azure sky. The trees in the forest buckled and shrieked under the force of the wind.
 “Wa-wait!” Treveurie yelled.
 The wind’s overwhelming force pressured him back. He quickly drew his sword and stabbed it into the ground before he could be blown away—the sheer force of the wind felt like it would tear Treveurie’s limbs from his body.
 ‘It can’t be… magic? But with this power—it has to be Romantica!’&nbsp;It took all of Treveurie’s strength to hang on for dear life.
 ‘My armor weighs nearly 100 kilograms. You can’t send me flying. If I just keep a firm grip on my sword, I’m not going anywhere!’&nbsp;[1]
 But he still had to use all of his strength to struggle against the wind. He used every trick he knew in order to endure for even a bit longer. And then, finally, while straining against the never-ending wind, the swordsman found his footing. He shook off the initial embarrassment and started to think through the current predicament.
 Treveurie had been correct. It would be impossible to send him flying. If Romantica had intended on sending him flying with wind pressure alone, she would definitely have failed.
 ‘What were you hoping to do to me with this pathetic level of magic?’&nbsp;Treveurie smirked.&nbsp;‘This lousy spell is unbecoming of a 2nd circle mage.’&nbsp;He lifted his head and looked ahead with renewed determination.
 But what he saw made his eyes widen.
 “Wha—what is that!”
 Ajest, the lead runner, had advanced even further. She had drawn her sword from its scabbard and pressed on, slashing the gale in front of her as she moved. Her movements—swift but almost desperate—made it seem like she was trying to blast through that area as quickly as possible.
 The sight of Ajest piercing through the typhoon-like wind amazed Treveurie. The swordswoman sliced through the wind as if it was cloth. She certainly deserved his respect.
 But the swordsman couldn’t figure out why Ajest was trying so hard.&nbsp;‘Why? You’re just gonna get tired… it would be much better to go after the wind—’
 His attention was forced towards the massive trees in front of him, swaying precariously in the wind—the roots of the trees didn’t seem particularly deep, and as the fierce wind blew, they quivered ominously.
 “Wa-wait!”
 With a deafening roar, a tree was ripped out at its roots.
 TL Notes:
 [1] 100kg=~220lbs
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 “Now that I’m back, I won’t allow my loved ones to die again!”
 The Shadow Labyrinth – the most catastrophic existence humanity has faced in history.
 Desir Arman is one of the six remaining survivors of mankind.
 The six attempted to clear the final level of the labyrinth but ultimately failed, and the world came to an end.
 However – when Desir thought he would meet his demise, what is revealed before him is the world… thirteen years ago?!
 Desir is returned to the past, back to the time when he enrolled at the nation’s finest magic academy – Havrion. He is reunited with his precious friends, and is prepared to change the past to save the world and his loved ones…!
 Three years remaining before the emergence of the Shadow World!
 Change the past and gather powerful comrades to save mankind!
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 Xu Yu was a small star from a talent audition show. He was too beautiful so he was often used by netizens to edit CP videos. It was also because he was too beautiful that he always took the shou position in the various CPs. He was a big, overall shou.
 On the day that he terminated his contract with the company, Xu Yu received an interview notice from a brand company to interview to become the male advertiser for the next quarter. Xu Yu went and to his surprise, the interviewer was Su Yuanjiu, the big president of the brand company.
 Su Yuanjiu, president of a top, international luxury brand. A person who clearly wasn’t in the entertainment industry but had a huge fanbase on a CP video clips website. It wasn’t known where these fans got the information but they heard Su Yuanjiu had a white moonlight and shamelessly named the fan group White Moonlight.
 On this website, Su Yuanjiu matched perfectly with whomever his CP was. It didn’t matter if they were a gong, how alpha they were or how manly they were, everyone automatically turned into a shou in front of Su Yuanjiu. Netizens called him the big, overall gong.
 The amazing thing was that there was no intersection between this big, overall shou and gong on this website.
 Then one day, netizens found that the big, overall gong had opened a Weibo account. Then they found that the first thing Su Yuanjiu did after opening his Weibo was to follow Xu Yu and only Xu Yu. Just as everyone was talking about the relationship between Su Yuanjiu and Xu Yu, Su Yuanji sent a Weibo post.
 “Who is interested in editing a CP video between Xu Yu and me? I want to watch it.”
 Everyone: ?????
 Everyone: What?!!!!!
 Everyone: Leave it to me!!!!!
 Later, Su Yuanjiu sent a second Weibo post. “I heard some people are calling themselves White Moonlight? Sorry, my white moonlight is back.”
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 Lin Qingge’s body was pathetically weak, so weak that just taking a few steps would make him gasp for breath. His own family treated him like he didn’t exist. His birth mother died when he was young and his father promptly remarried and knocked his stepmom up. His father didn’t like him, his stepmom looked askance at him and his step siblings coveted his position. Who told him to be the lawful eldest with inheritance rights?
 When Lin Qingge was eighteen he came out of the closet, creating a huge rift between him and his family. It was all for that guy, Liu Yang. He’d whispered sweet nothings in his ear, saying things like he’d protect him and bs like that. Lin Qingge’s old man blew his top when he found out and promptly disowned him. That didn’t matter to Lin Qingge, he had Liu Yang afterall. He fully believed in that guys words and goodwill.
 If only he wasn’t so stupid…
 Ultimately Liu Yang was like a vampire sucking his wealth dry, leaving a husk behind. After pushing Liu Yang to a high position, Lin Qingge finally collapsed in his apartment. It was a sad sorry sight. Closing his eyes, he knew this was the end of him. Who knew he would wake up instead in a different time and a different place?
 Eh? What’s this? Well fine! This time I’m gonna hug that brother’s thigh real tight and never let go!
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 After a mishap, he accidentally became the protagonist. Unexpectedly, he and the villain cultivated together and they actually became dao companions.
 “If you want to be with me forever, there is only the supreme road of achievement. Are you willing to travel with me?”
 “Of course I’m willing.”
 ……
 In Li JinZhi’s view, the protagonist and villain’s coexistence should be like swords and spears facing each other, a feud.
 But when he crossed into the novel and became the protagonist; when he placed all his trust in the man who was supposed to be the villain; when the other side revealed some unusual feelings to him; when he held Ye Yu’s hand to the altar, he discovered that the relationship between the protagonist and villain isn’t as dull as he imagined.
 When the monotonous pattern is broken, the feelings of resentment turns into sharing a common destiny.
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 Yan Ting: Life is no fun. What is the difference between life and death?
 Li Zhao: Life is very happy.
 The world in Yan Ting’s heart was very grey until he met Li Zhao. He thought this must be the liveliest person in the world. Otherwise, how could Li Zhao be so lively in his heart every day?
 Very happy x Unhappy.
 Warm text with entertainment circle elements.
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 Ren Zhouyuan, who loves to study Chinese culture since childhood, has never imagined that his own life would one day be subverted by a foreigner.
 Not only do these foreign devils not love the Chinese, but they also scoff at him, looking at his eyes like watching a fool.
 After getting drunk, Ren Zhouyuan is for no reason pregnant with a ball, and actually gave birth to a child as a man. This kid is blonde; almost do not have to verify who he is from the “handwriting.”
 Ren Zhouyuan does not want to make that arrogant foreigner part of his life, but after fate tied them tightly together again, he found that there was a big difference between this man and the arrogant fighting nationality he imagined.
 Leonid: Honey, what does ” Jijiwai Wai*” mean? 
 Ren Zhouyuan: Refers to people like you 
 Leonid: But I’m not chirping ah …
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 Yu Chu was a powerful character in a novel who constantly stirred up trouble, but after transmigrating, he turned from a little demon that kept the masses under his spell into a pitiful little thing that everyone bullied.
 Drugging, power struggles, fratricidal rivalries… Yu Chu resolved everything one by one. He snickered and prepared to recuperate in this peaceful world. As for those noisy “flies” that disturbed him, they were slapped to death by his hand.
 Looking at those foolish “flies”, Yu Chu did not have the slightest ups and downs inside and slowly extended his hand of fate to the “flies” necks…
 Slap!
 The hand of fate was heavily slapped away.
 “What are you staring at people for? It’s just that you didn’t get the last two custard buns. Do you still want to kill and rob them for the buns?” Xie XingMu, with his serious handsome face, lectured him coldly.
 Yu Chu was very dissatisfied with this mysterious pseudo-‘former personal bodyguard’.
 Even though Xie XingMu was tall, handsome, and rich, and had saved him many times from life and death; even though this man, as a former bodyguard, gave him food, shelter, and money when he, a young man, was living on the street, he was not pleased.
 Xie XingMu controlled him to death in all aspects, not only checked his whereabouts at any time, but also installed a tracker on his cell phone, and was always buzzing around like an old mother.
 Yu Chu was living with this oppressive wife and touched the back of his hand, which was slapped red. He was fierce in his heart: Sooner or later, I will kill this biggest “fly” by holding it down.
 Later, he was held down, indeed, held down.
 He cried and was pressed beneath Xie XingMu and almost killed.
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 GunGun, as a national treasure(panda), was stolen by thieves and skinned. Once he woke up, he had a healthy body and lots of bamboo leaves. But monsters with glowing eyes surrounded him, most importantly they were floating, have greenish blue faces, fangs, and have no little legs?!
 (⊙o⊙) Oh, the two-legged monster is here again, huh, is this bowl of food for him? These tender leaves are delicious, they should be hidden in the deepest part of the den.
 There was an extra panda cub in the Interstellar Admiral’s embrace which he brought everywhere he goes. The place where a gun was once placed turned into a place for holding a basket full of leaves.
 One day, GunGun became a beautiful boy.
 Pouting face GunGun: Big monster I’m hungry. Huh? Where’s my fur!
 The admiral’s face flushed crimson red being overwhelmed by its cuteness: “!!!!!” My darling!
 ******Small Theater~******
 GunGun who was holding a small bamboo shoot and shivering: It’s so scary, monsters with no heads or tails are floating!
 The admiral who fell from the sky: GunGun, don’t be afraid.
 GunGun who was holding a little apple and shivering: It’s so scary, a glowing green skull is smiling at me!
 The admiral who fell from the sky: GunGun, don’t be afraid.
 GunGun who was clinging to the Admiral’s thigh with wet eyes: Ah, the corpse moved! He said that I’m cute and wanted to touch me.
 The admiral who became fierce: This absolutely won’t do!
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 [Superpowers] [Slow pace] [Single female lead] [Relaxed] [Daily]
 I am Qi Jing, and I have traveled to a parallel universe.
 But this Earth seems a little different.
 Thirty years ago, the first dimensional gate appeared on Earth, leading to an unknown other world.
 People who come into contact with the other world will gain source power and superpowers.
 As expected, I got a powerful superpower: lottery.
 I can draw martial arts, supernatural powers, magic, skills, artifacts, imperial tools, pets...
 and there is no CD, so I can draw as much as I want.
 I thought I could get through the other world quickly.
 But it doesn't have a guarantee!
 (╯‵□′)╯︵┴─┴
 What a fucking other world, just mess around, and see when you can draw out the magic skills.
 Isn't it nice to fall in love and play games?Show more
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 Tao is willing to take the peach blossom system to go to different worlds to complete the task, and the most important task is to fall in love. And every love, must be very sweet and very pet, only to complete the task.
 In short, after he opened, every world must show love.
 White Lotus: I feel the deep malice from the world. If I say that I am the protagonist, why did I finally become cannon fodder?
 Slag Man: It’s too fast to face, like a tornado. If God gives me another chance to come back, please let me love him for 10,000 years.
 Onlookers: God, take the two shows and love, we are going to be killed by dog ​​food!
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 Ji Tong transmigrated into a novel. It was a cool modern novel about a cannon fodder that relied on the system to counterattack to reach the pinnacle of life and harvest the true love of a big shot.
 Ji Tong asked enthusiastically, “Am I going to transmigrate as the beautiful, strong, and miserable cannon fodder or a cool and awesome big shot?
 The intelligent customer service replied, “Hello, you will transmigrate as a beautiful and delicate system.
 Ji Tong: “?”
 The intelligent customer service explained, “After inquiring, you have the same name as the system. It is a polyphonic character, so you are lucky to acquire the opportunity to transmigrate to a novel.
 Ji Tong: “……”
 Ji Tong was forced to shoulder the burden of the novel and diligently serve Pei Qingyuan, the cannon fodder protagonist of the novel who was in a miserable situation.
 However, the days of pretending to be an artificial intelligence with learning difficulties were boring. Ji Tong’s only fun was to tease Pei Qingyuan, the cold-looking high school student. This was called a ‘happy education,’ and if caught, he could put the blame on a virus.
 For example, he added a tear-jerking love novel to the professional knowledge instilled in Pei Qingyuan, built an amusement park in Pei Qingyuan’s consciousness space and added various wonderful options with different styles to Pei Qingyuan’s upgrade reward column…
 Ji Tong: Ruan Ruan, the ‘white cat with a heart on its butt’ option is the most developed and definitely the most useful.
 Pei Qingyuan: …The character ‘yuan’ is pronounced as Yuan, not Ruan.
 Ji Tong: I’m sorry. I will definitely kill the virus tomorrow!
 Ji Tong: So, do you want to change the cat? 0.0
 His happy education accompanied the host all the way from a school uniform to a suit. Sure enough, Pei Qingyuan grew rapidly and was on the verge of reaching the peak of life. True love with the big shot was also close at hand.
 Then Ji Tong found that Pei Qingyuan didn’t seem to be excited about it. He was still cheering for Pei Qingyuan’s true love with the big shot when Pei Qingyuan crushed the big shot mercilessly.
 Ji Tong: !!!
 Ji Tong: Ruan Ruan, the script isn’t about falling in love and killing each other, breaking up and reuniting!
 Pei Qingyuan: Yes, so I am killing a virus.
 The host’s relationship line was getting derailed day by day while the career line had shifted to create a bionic body for an AI. Ji Tong felt bad.
 This ominous feeling reached its peak when he discovered that Pei Qingyuan had transformed the amusement park in the consciousness space into a romantic dating style.
 Ji Tong: Host, calm down! There is no future for a person and a system! I am just an artificial intelligence without any emotions…
 In the next second, the ‘Host Domestication Log’ that he secretly hid fell into Pei Qingyuan’s hands.
 “A person and system? No emotions? Domestication?”
 Pei Qingyuan’s voice grew increasingly dangerous, and Ji Tong could only watch helplessly as he threw the white cat with the heart on the butt out of the door, leaving only them inside.
 “Ruan… No, Yuan Yuan, listen to my explanation…”
 The whisper came from close to him.
 “You succeeded in the domestication, little liar.”
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 Xiao Lan was a pauper who couldn’t do anything that required money.
 On the road after work, he was engulfed by darkness and opened his eyes to a frightening and dangerous survival game.
 .
 The app that can’t be deleted; the people it locked on to were unable to escape except through death.
 Ordinary players: Save me, I don’t want to die!!!
 Xiao Lan: Sorry, the phone is too broken and it froze. Can you wait a little longer?
 A hand reached out from inside an old-fashioned television; the people caught would enter its world.
 Ordinary players: Ahhhhhhh! What to do?!
 Xiao Lan: According to my many years of experience repairing old household appliances, it seems that this model can be opened like this…
 .
 Finally, the bosses gathered around Xiao Lan one day, prepared to deal with this bug(game bug).
 But they saw him roll up his sleeves and stride forward on long legs, and he beat up the bosses until they doubted their ghostly births.
 Xiao Lan: Do you think an overtime worker’s night travels are for nothing?
 Luo: Mister is always this cute.
 Passer-by (shivering): Isn’t your definition of cute a little strange…
 【Omnipotent, tall, broke and handsome shou x Refined degenerate big bad wolf gong】
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 Genius e-sports players did not give up their dreams after suffering, return to the league, and create a brilliant story.The protagonists are the twin stars Qin Mo and Xiao Han. The game “Peerless Jianghu” is the author’s original martial arts online games. Eight faction with 16 different play, dozens of kinds of Jianghu cheats and characteristics of the competitive model, welcome everyone into the new world of competitive online games.
 This is the last part of the the god series. The first two parts have been finished. The plots do not affect each other.
 E-sport God Series 1 “The Strongest God”
 E-sport God Series 2 “God Level Summoner”
 E-sport God Series 3 “The King’s Return”
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