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 The sound of shouting and horse hooves hitting the ground filled the whole world. The strong shield strike with a bloody smell was like a heavy hammer that hit his tall and fragile nose bone with a bang.
 A strong sour feeling suddenly emerged, but was quickly replaced by severe pain.
 This was not the end of the disaster.
 The huge force of the collision made him fall off the horse involuntarily, but because of a stirrup tied on his calf, he did not completely get rid of the maroon warhorse under him, but was dragged headfirst by the violent warhorse at a high speed.
 The fully armed body drooped upside down on the side of the galloping horse, and the head with a steel half helmet rolled and wailed on the wet mud. The turbid mud smell was slightly hazy because of the damage to the nose. The eyes were also painful and could not be opened. He only felt that more than a dozen riders swarmed by his side. They might be enemies, but they might be his own people.
 He thought so, and the next moment he had no time to care about it.
 A faint swooshing sound was heard, and then the horse fell!
 Along with the whimpering and wailing of the horse, and the huge force brought by the heavy object falling to the ground, his legs were quickly squeezed and twisted, and finally broke from the middle with a click like chopsticks.
 The hysterical scream of pain stopped before it was born in his throat. Under the roar of collapse, the light chain mail on the chestnut warhorse collided violently with his silver mail mail. The fierce force came, and a whole row of ribs was broken. His breathing was dull because of the coverage of the giant, and at the same time, it was intermittent because of the broken neck.
 Everything in front of him quickly became extremely dark, weapons clashed, the black three-headed dragon flag fluttered in the wind, the rumble of the riders galloping past, screaming, laughing, howling, roaring, begging for mercy...
 Everything was stripped away from the battlefield. At this time, only pain was his real enemy, cheeks, neck, heart, whole body, the pain everywhere, crazy, sharp, cruel, unbearable...
 He lost!
 It was unclear when the terrifying enemy was defeated, but as the darkness was lifted, as the world changed from chaos to silence, as a sleeping little boy in the tower bedroom screamed and sat up from the feather bed and gasped, the result of failure was self-evident.
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 The footsteps sounded from outside the room, followed by a knock on the door: "Young Master Renly, are you okay?"
 The voice sounded muffled through the door.
 "It's okay, it's just a nightmare!"
 The suppressed hoarse voice responded to the servant, but it seemed to persuade himself.
 Unfortunately, the words were normal because of deliberate control, but as long as you look down, you can find that his pair of white hands and two arms that were grasping the silver-gray quilt were shaking and twitching uncontrollably.
 The servant outside the door obviously couldn't see this, so the sound of thumping was born again and quickly faded away.
 The boy called Renly didn't pay much attention to this, but kept looking down at his hands in front of him. The beautiful blue eyes still had the pain from the "nightmare", but with a strange change, his hands and the heart that trembled with them quickly calmed down.
 [Racial level: LV1]
 ...
 It seemed to float past his eyes, but it seemed to be just a special enlightenment. When this information was captured by his brain, he breathed a sigh of relief.
 "Fake, yes, all fake! I'm still alive, I wasn't crushed to death by my own horse, and I'm not an adult knight..."
 Muttering, he felt it carefully. The surging pain not long ago really disappeared, and only the illusion left in his memory was still bothering him.
 But it wasn't real.
 He comforted himself silently, but turned his head to the bedside table beside him uncertainly.
 On the low bedside table made of old oak were several decorative scarlet garnets and moonstones, a half-melted white wax candle, and a silver-plated round mirror from Myr across the narrow sea.
 As he watched, a delicate child's face was reflected in the clear mirror of the round mirror. He was only about four or five years old, with black hair and blue eyes. He looked at him quietly, and his bloodshot eyes were full of scrutiny.
 Another piece of information emerged.
 [Heraldry LV6], [Language LV1], [Etiquette LV1]
 ...
 There was no such data-based ability in the dream, so he completely put his mind at ease, and everything that was ignored around him quickly emerged.
 This was a quiet and petite bedroom with dim light. The heavy brown door was less than two meters away from the bed. The fireplace with accumulated black ash was quietly embedded in the wall opposite the bed, only one leg away from the end of the bed. On the blank space above it were several exquisitely crafted light golden brocades. The surface of the satin was embroidered with the crown and stag symbol of the Baratheon family and some of the family's past achievements.
 The Baratheon family was an ancient and honorable family, one of the eight great feudal nobles of the Targaryen Dynasty, so it was not difficult to imagine how exaggerated the paintings on the brocade were.
 But Renly did not keep his eyes on it for long. After a glance, he moved his eyes to the narrow window on the left.
 A beam of sunlight shone from the glass of the window, slender and bright, illuminating a nearby floor, but also covering a floating dust that was invisible to the naked eye.
 At this time, he was inside the towering tower of his family's Storm's End, so high that he could see only a hazy sky beyond the light except for the sunlight.
 But a strange fragrance was wafting in from the window. It was strange, like the scent of books formed by the blending of ink and parchment, but it also had a faint smell of burning.
 So Renly lifted the silver silk quilt, put on the shoes on the floor beside the feather bed, and walked towards the window in a thin black velvet pajamas.
 Sparse and trivial sounds continued to sound as he walked. It was the rush mat on the floor that was causing trouble. Usually Renly always disliked that this thing was too noisy when walking, but at this time he had basically ignored it and focused all his attention on his goal.
 The window embedded in the wall was not low, and he was not tall enough to reach it, so he moved a long bench nearby and climbed up, and then pushed the narrow square window open.
 With a creaking sound, the breeze that was blocked outside blew in through the window, the sound of seagulls, the salty sea breeze blew up his short charcoal-black hair, and the coldness brought by the wind caused goose bumps on his fair arms.
 Looking across the courtyard under the tower and a forest of sacred trees, the morning mist covered the sea outside the city wall, blurring the vast ocean scene.
 Farther away, the hazy shadows of ships slowly rippled in the depths of the fog, not just one or two, but dozens or even hundreds.
 They were in neat formation, surrounding the seaside castle on the towering cliff from the sea, looking like a group of black knights quietly hidden in the fog, riding their horses with high spirits, aiming their spears at the enemy, and waiting for the horn to sound before launching a charge - the target was the Wind's End Castle.
 The head of the Baratheon family, Robert Baratheon, his eldest brother, had previously launched a rebellion against the royal Targaryen family. As a result, they were hit hard by their good neighbors to the west, the Tyrell family, the lords of the Reach, who were loyal to the royal family, and were forced to leave their own territory and disappear without a trace. The family's Storm's End was also besieged by the soldiers of the Reach.
 However, they have been besieging for more than half a year, but there is still no movement. Maester Cressen, who taught Renly, claimed that Storm's End had never been captured for thousands of years. The Tyrell family obviously knew this, so they only besieged but did not attack, hoping that the supplies in the castle would run out and starve them to death.
 Renly was not sure whether this statement was correct or not, and he was not interested in delving into it, because if nothing unexpected happened, the castle would stand firm until the last moment, until Robert Baratheon smashed the heir of the Targaryen dynasty to death with a hammer and successfully usurped the Iron Throne.
 Of course, he was not sure about this. Although this was a familiar world, no one could guarantee whether it would develop according to the plot in his memory...
 The tower was tall, but due to the location of the bedroom, Renly could only see the seaside at this time, and there was nothing to see there.
 So he shifted his gaze.
 There were faint shouts of soldiers behind the tower. It might be daily training, or someone might be giving a speech. He stretched his neck and looked down. There were two figures talking face to face in the courtyard at the root of the building.
 The distance was too far to hear any words. Due to the height, they looked like two small ants, one black and one gray, not very noticeable.
 However, Renly could clearly identify who they were.
 Maester Cressen of Storm's End, and the coach Gavin Wilde.
 Maester Cressen taught him some necessary knowledge for the noble children every day, and it was not long before the teaching time. But Renly's blue eyes were looking at the coach of Storm's End standing opposite the maester.
 The smell that smelled like books but also a bit burnt came from this person. The distance was too far, so it was actually difficult to identify at the moment, but the smell had already existed.
 As the third son of the Baratheon family, although he was still young, sometimes Renly needed to eat in the same hall with the coach, so he was very sure of this.
 So the question is, would a normal person emit such a strong, special fragrance that transcends such a high level?
 Or is it abnormal, is it really Coach Wilder?
 Leaning against the window, he raised his hand and touched his nose, as if the sourness and pain still existed.
 The boy pursed his lips.
 He didn't know how he entered this very cruel world in his impression, and he was reincarnated as a Baratheon. Many things before becoming Renly were also quite vague, but the abnormality was obvious at the moment.
 The inexplicable fragrance, the unique "data" that emerged faintly as he looked at it, and most importantly-
 This was not the first time he had that kind of "dream".
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 Simply put, this is a story about a time traveler with a special golden finger who was reincarnated as Renly Baratheon, the famous Duke of Westeros.
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 To rise from defeat; to revive amidst the dissipation.
 As the vast oceans turn to dust and the thunder and lightning fade away,
 That strand of spiritual mist once again approaches our great world.
 With the shackles that bound our world now severed—
 A whole new world of mystery and wonder awaits,
 As we turn the corner…
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 The Sacred Ruins is a story set in a post-apocalyptic world. A world that has recovered to a state that is roughly equal to our own world in terms of technology and culture, although its ancient history remains largely unknown. The story begins during the post-graduation trip of our protagonist, where he discovers some ancient ruins and witnesses “the great change”, an upheaval that changed everything. The changing earth not only brought about new, unexplored landscape but also sparked the evolution of all organisms. Plants and animals started gaining sentience and some humans obtained unimaginable powers. The legends, myths, and tales of old seemed to have suddenly come to life as the earth entered a new era where beasts and men formed factions, explored new lands and ultimately struggled for supremacy.
 We follow the MC as he grows from being an eccentric young man into a badass expert warrior while meeting other funny characters and forming brotherly bonds. We watch as he falls into just as much hilarious situations as he does perilous ones, all the while wondering and slowly discovering the mysteries of this world. Just why was the world destroyed in the first place? Who or what had triggered this earth-shattering “change”? What profundities lie behind the process of evolution?
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 Transmigration is the total rage of novels nowadays, and if the main character isn’t careful, they get swept up into the bandwagon, so this is a story from another continent. Magic? —— of course the main character won’t know how to use it, but what about knowing how to use electricity? Dou Qi? —— the main character still doesn’t know, but is inner power more strong? Beautiful women? —— of course the main character has them, or else there wouldn’t be anything worth reading in this novel. How many? —— that question’s quite good, if I told you everything, what would you read for? An honest warning to the female readers and your tastes, it is a harem novel, don’t read it if you’re not interested. A stern warning to male readers and your tastes, um, it’s like a breath of fresh air.
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 This novel is also known as I Really Just Want to Die
 My name is Gu Yuan. I transmigrated into another world and got a system that makes me stronger after every death of mine. If I die, I become ten times stronger! I could die countless times!
 I was overjoyed, so I kept dying and looking for trouble. I acted recklessly when meeting with formidable enemies. I would not die no matter what I did.
 Finally, I found out that I was invincible, and no one could ever kill me.
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 The world dare to ask, what is God of War? 
 “It is with the flesh dominates the world, fists burst into the starry sky, palms crack the sky, destroy all the way, push the eight wastes and Liuhe horizontally!” 
 “It is with a brave heart, passing by the bustling, swallowing loneliness, fearless and invincible, eternal immobility alone!” 
 For both, for… God of War! 
 This is a young man with a mysterious life experience. In order to obsessively in his heart, he crossed the heavens and the world, traveled all over the world, with a pair of bare-handed stories that tear thousands of legends… The rise of the God of War, all the way!
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 She, a 21st century mercenary queen, had crossed over into a tragically betrayed body of a waste. Waste? She will show them what it means to be a waste! Betrayed? With the Ancient Manual in her hands, she will astonish all the despicable men and cheap women!
 Wait! Didn’t everyone say that she was an evil woman which everyone feared? Why is his Third Highness, full of mystery and charisma, so interested in her?
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 What will happen when a wild, arrogant, and cold secret agent crosses over to the body of a weak and timid young miss of an aristocratic family?
 She, Chu Ye, is the CIA agent who grabbed the outstanding title of “Agent 007” after the death of Qian Xie. However, she fell in love with the enemy during a murder mission and died for love.
 She, Boling Yili, is the seventh young miss of the Boling family, the greatest aristocratic family of the Eastern Nation, but because of her natural timidity and cowardice and her inability to become a sorcerer, she was regarded by the family as a disgrace and was exiled to a small remote town, where she supposedly died due to suicide and drowned in a pond.
 When matters are left unsettled, the heart and body will almost thirst for blood, longing for the wildness and madness and even undergoing change to the point of blurring the fine line between life and death. From the moment Boling Yili’s body was reborn, the Wu Man Continent better wait for they will witness what it means for the sky and the earth to turn upside down!
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 Travel through the nine princes of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, awaken and rise to the west and travel to the prehistoric world!
 The innate spirit treasure is invincible, the innate spirit roots exist in the world, all attributes can be extracted and strengthened.
 Thousands of attributes belong to one body, achieving the strongest supernatural power!
 Above the nine heavens, the dragon roared.
 The Six Daos of the Three Realms, the Vast Expanse of Primal Chaos, and the Holy Dragon were revered!
 By the way, I’m especially lucky…
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 When waking up, Jiang Tian found out that it was not too late. 
 In his previous life, Jiang Tian was a member of Jiang family in Jinling. He suffered a disgrace that was his fiancee broke off the pledge of marriage, so he had to marry into the Zhao family. Although Zhao Xueqing, his wife was the first beauty in Hangzhou, he always beat and scolded her. A few years later, he went through a family upheaval, and his loved ones died one after another. With despair, guilt and hatred, Jiang Tian jumped from a cliff. But he did not die. Instead, he started a cultivation journey for as long as ten thousand years in another space. 
 He became the supreme god, but he died in the process of opening up the universe. With the regret for his parents and the guilt for Zhao Xueqing, Jiang Tian, who retained several thousand years of memory, swore that he would never let his loved one suffer any grievances and injuries this time!
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 With veteran Hemi and Wannian Milk riding through the Pirate World, Wright was able to take charge of the power of Azeroth’s Holy Light. 
 “Eighteen years!” 
 “Finally, no one can stop the export of labor and capital!” 
 “Labor and capital are great swordsmen!” 
 The navy: “Your Excellency Marshal, you can kill people, don’t forget the whole group!” 
 Wright: “…”
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 Residing within the dense forest in Nore are the beautiful elves of Elune Forest. After the young elves began to be hunted by the humans to become slaves, the Queen of Elune decided that young elves could not leave the forest until after their adult ceremony at fifty years old. When Hai’an’s ceremony finally arrived, he was excited to be able to finally travel away from his home and see everything the world had to offer. However, he got more than he bargained for.
 What was supposed to be a simple ceremony turned into Hai’an transmigating to the body of… a plant?!
 Stuck as a small sapling called Shaking Grass, Hai’an was bought and given as a birthday gift to a retired Starfleet Marshal named Auguste.
 After retiring due to political conflict, Auguste spends his time trying to find more of his missing race, the ancient dragons. Unexpectedly receiving Hai’an, Auguste believes him to be nothing more than a rare, exotic plant. To his surprise, he finds that this little plant is intelligent and learns more and more every day.
 How will this stoic, unfeeling dragon fall in love with the little transmigrated elf who lost his body?
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 Yuan was born with an incurable illness that left him blind at a young age and crippled a few years later, rendering everything below his head useless. Deemed hopeless and irredeemable, his parents quickly gave up on him, and the world ignored him.
 In this dark and still world, his younger sister became his sole reason for living.
 Watch as this young man reaches for the apex as a genius in Cultivation Online, the newest VRMMORPG, becoming a legendary figure in both worlds.
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 Disclaimer: The MC is extremely overpowered and talented but also naive/innocent at first due to his illness. If you cannot wait for character developments and dislike OP MCs, this is not your cup of tea. Furthermore, the 'Earth' in this novel is not the same Earth we are currently living on so do not use our common sense for this novel. This is pure fantasy, after all.
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 He had four disobedient disciples, who now achieved success, won recognition and established their own sects.
 The embarrassing thing is that it was him who drove those four out of his sect to make them independent.
 But one day he had an incident and lost his cultivation. His life was hanging by a thread. Wandering around, he walked into his third disciple’s territory.
 What should I do?
 Mountains and seas can be tamed, days and nights can disappear.
 Only you, the exceptional you, refuse to give up.
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 A man blessed with fortune, the best in his generation, had an accident and started anew; broken in body but firm in spirit, he now uses his wisdom to guide his evil disciples back to the right path.
 Notes : 
 The title 参商 (Shēnshāng) has two meanings: 
 1) Constellations Shen (ch. “Three Stars mansion”, eu. Orion) and Shang (ch. “Heart mansion”, eu. Antares), which never appear at the same time. 
 2) Two friends/relatives who are separated/estranged and irreconcilable.
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