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 “Clang, clang, clang!”
 The night was as dark as ink, so thick it seemed to swallow the entire world.
 Across the boundless wilderness, a train resembling a steel behemoth roared forward.
 The sound of the train wheels colliding with the ground was like a symphony played by nameless heroes in the night.
 With each impact, the carriage trembled incessantly.
 “Huff.”
 Inside the carriage.
 Chen Mang was curled up on a straw mat in the corner, trying his best to synchronize his body with the constant jolting of the carriage, hoping to alleviate some of the nausea, like on a ferry.
 The light inside the carriage was extremely dim.
 There were no windows, and the carriage roof was fitted with two faint light bulbs.
 A thick, acrid stench permeated the air, a concoction of sweat, foot odor, the smell of feces and urine, vomit, and other odors, its potency comparable to, or even surpassing, that of an outhouse in the dog days of summer.
 He had managed to claim a relatively clean spot in the corner, but even so, his face was still faintly pale.
 Three days.
 In these past three days, he had consumed only two cups of muddy water mixed with sand and two pieces of moldy bread, and nothing else.
 The carriage, only 3 meters wide and 10 meters long, was packed with over 100 people, each of them driven mad with hunger.
 If he hadn't been guarding the straw beneath his buttocks, these straw would have already been snatched up and eaten by these ravenous wolves.
 These people were practically insane.
 This was the third day since he had transmigrated to this world.
 A world reduced to post-apocalyptic ruins, having lost its basic order.
 Just then—
 A burly man, reeking of filth and dressed in tattered clothes, had somehow moved to his side, his eyes greedily fixed on the straw beneath Chen Mang, his voice hoarse as he said, “Brother, move over a bit, you can't possibly use all that straw yourself.”
 Seeing that Chen Mang didn't react, he licked his lips and looked at the crowd, “What do you all say?”
 However, the next moment, his voice abruptly stopped.
 Chen Mang, who had been sitting in the corner, suddenly sprang up, pinning the burly man beneath him.
 Before the man could react, Chen Mang tightly gripped the sharpened tree branch in his hand and thrust it straight into the man's eye socket.
 Once, twice, three times.
 After four times.
 Chen Mang stopped; he didn't have much strength left, he had to conserve it.
 The man was struggling violently, like a chicken with its throat cut.
 Chen Mang didn't speak, but sat on the man's body, using his hands to strangle the man's neck.
 After several dozen seconds, when the man's body had completely gone limp, he finally raised his head, his eyes filled with ferocity, and scanned each person around him.
 Until everyone subconsciously avoided his gaze.
 Only then did he kick the man's corpse aside, sit back down on his straw mat, and try to keep his chest from rising and falling too much, so as not to appear too weak.
 In the dim light, the surrounding people had witnessed this scene with their own eyes.
 No one made a sound, but the hint of greed that had just surged in their eyes quickly dimmed, and they unconsciously moved as far away from Chen Mang as possible.
 For a moment.
 In the originally crowded carriage, the area where Chen Mang was sitting actually had a relatively spacious space.
 “.Huff.”
 Chen Mang leaned against the iron wall of the carriage, hid the sharpened branch under the straw mat.
 If he had killed any slower, he might have been the one to die.
 These people were no longer human, they were a pack of ravenous demons.
 Once someone took the lead.
 The evil thoughts in these people's hearts would be infinitely amplified.
 He felt a little panicked, and his hands and feet were trembling slightly, but he couldn't show any discomfort at this time, otherwise these people would swarm him like hungry wolves.
 It wasn't just about the benefit of a straw mat, but also his flesh, which was noticeably cleaner than theirs.
 With the death of this burly man.
 The carriage once again fell into a silent stillness, no one spoke, no one had the strength to speak, they were still saving their strength, but—
 The next moment—
 The door at the connection of the carriages was pushed open.
 Bright light poured in from outside the door, and three men with pistols on their waists and batons in their hands walked in expressionlessly, their steel boots trampling on everyone in the carriage without any hesitation.
 And these people didn't dare to make any sounds of dissatisfaction or pain.
 They walked all the way to Chen Mang's side.
 The leading man first looked down at the corpse, then looked at Chen Mang sitting on the straw mat, and said expressionlessly, “Did you kill him?”
 Then, before Chen Mang could reply.
 The man waved his hand.
 The two men behind him stepped forward, raised their batons, and continuously smashed them down on Chen Mang's body, each strike with full force.
 Chen Mang could only curl up in the corner, trying his best to protect his head, biting his teeth tightly, not making a sound.
 After a full minute of beating.
 The batons in the hands of the two men stopped.
 The leading man looked at Chen Mang, who was curled up in the corner without saying a word, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he sneered coldly and said in a hoarse voice, “Everyone here is Master Kun's slave, you've got guts to kill someone here.”
 “You're tough enough.”
 “But you're lucky, Master Kun has taken a fancy to you, from now on you'll be the leader of this batch of slaves.”
 “You're in charge of this batch of slaves, but you'll be fully responsible for any problems like them being lazy in their work.”
 Then he waved his hand, and the subordinates behind him quickly returned to the bright carriage, took out a bag of pickles, two slightly moldy steamed buns, and a bottle of mineral water, and threw them on Chen Mang's straw mat.
 And in front of everyone.
 He threw the corpse out along the carriage connection before closing the carriage door again.
 Inside the carriage, darkness returned once more.
 Only the clanging sound continued.
 Heading towards an unknown distance.
 After these people left.
 Chen Mang gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, sat back on the straw mat, leaned against the iron wall of the carriage, tore open the small bag of pickles in front of him, and slowly tore and chewed on the two slightly moldy steamed buns.
 Warm.
 Although it couldn't be considered delicious, it was, after all, warm steamed buns and pickles, and they tasted much better than the previous moldy bread slices.
 The moment the warm steamed bun entered his mouth, his palate even felt a slight pain because it was too hungry and unable to chew such dry food.
 He twisted open the mineral water and drank half a bottle in one breath.
 One steamed bun into his stomach, he didn't feel any fullness, but he did feel that his physical condition had recovered a lot.
 “.”
 Chen Mang's eyes narrowed slightly, staring straight at the carriage connection.
 The moment the carriage door opened just now, he saw that the carriage in front not only had bright daylight lamps, but also many rows of seats.
 There were about twenty or so thugs sitting on them.
 When he was being beaten, those thugs turned around and looked at him as if they were watching a show, constantly talking and laughing.
 He guessed right.
 The reason why he suddenly killed the burly man was not only to protect himself, but also because he knew that in this kind of environment, these rulers often needed a lower-level manager, and he didn't see the existence of this person in this carriage.
 He needed this position, and the carriage in front also needed him.
 This position would allow him to access more information.
 From the beginning when he was abducted into this carriage and learned that their destination was a mine, he knew that even if he killed someone, the people in the carriage in front would most likely not kill him.
 After all, killing him would be a loss of two slaves, and not killing him would only be a loss of one slave.
 And inside the carriage.
 Chen Mang could vaguely see countless pairs of greedy eyes staring closely at the steaming steamed bun in his hand, the sound of throats rolling was like the chirping of cicadas in summer, rising and falling, but no one dared to step forward.
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 Chen Mang traveled to a doomsday world, where corpse tides could be seen everywhere, and death was everywhere.
 Survivors need to become train conductors, and gradually upgrade and strengthen their own trains by collecting minerals and other resources, so as to control the train to survive the tide of corpses.
 Or become a slave to other train conductors and live under someone else's roof.
 All trains have a level limit, and the effect will become stronger every time they upgrade.
 However, his natural birthmark gives him the ability to upgrade vehicle accessories without limit.
 When several white vehicle accessories such as "car blades" and "drills" that were looked down upon by other train commanders were raised to hundreds of levels.
 Only then did I realize that I was already invincible in the world.
 So far—
 A giant train with hundreds of cars armed to teeth began to roar in the wilderness of the doomsday.
 …
 "There are only two kinds of people in this world."
 "Train conductor or slave."Show moreAuthor's Other NovelsI am cultivating immortality in the chaotic worldMy fort has a caliber of three thousand metersOne New Rule Per Month GloballyI am cleaning the ground with artillery in the extraordinary world
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 This was a fragmented and disorganized world, this was a place that had been forgotten.
 That day, was the most frustrating time for Ning Cheng, when on that day, he was abruptly brought here.
 Because this world had Ning Cheng, who would imprint his name in the vast heavens, it would finally shine in the endless universe!
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 With the rapid development of science and technology, human beings have entered the interstellar era and are constantly conquering life planets.
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 It is a pity that the good times did not last long. Human beings outside the Milky Way encountered the counterattack of the demons, and they retreated steadily.
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 The demise of the human race is imminent.
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 Despair enveloped the entire human race.
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 A program called "Observation of Human Potential" was born.
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 Li Feng traveled through and became a death sentence cast by the program team on a different planet.
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 He activated the "God-level Talent System" and began to create one after another cultivation techniques.
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 All mankind is crazy about it.
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 In order to trick Li Feng into teaching immortal cultivation techniques, all human beings began to brainstorm and use all kinds of methods.
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 Beauty plan, brotherhood, racial justice...
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 Even, he did not hesitate to mobilize countless manpower and resources to fabricate history on other planets and build tribes and kingdoms one by one.
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 All human beings are acting in front of Li Feng, trying to gain his favor and teach immortal cultivation techniques.
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 Xiao Jian, who had just returned to his hometown in the countryside from a big city, was cleaning the backyard of his old house when the world was suddenly blocked by white mist. 
 The whole world seemed to be filled with only this small courtyard in front of me. 
 What's even more critical is that a group of zombies hungry for brains emerged from the white mist... 
 Facing the vicious zombies, the only thing Xiao Jian can rely on is the mysterious card he just got: 
 ╭───Servant Card───╮ 
 Pea shooter? 
 Attack 1|Defense 0|HP 10 
 Summon: 100? 
 characteristic: 
 [Plant] cannot move 
 【Archer】Attack distance +30 
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 Travel through Marvel with Diablo 2 Necromancer Mage skills and become a priest. 
 “An Qiluo Li, do you believe in God?” 
 “You can call me Wang Lama, the grand priest of the Hell’s Kitchen branch of the Shaolin Temple in Wudang Mountain. I don’t believe in God. The belief is your own, and the redemption is also your own.” An Qi Luo Ru said to Thanos. 
 “Then how do I get redemption?” Thanos touched his bald head. 
 “I don’t know how to solve this problem, but I can solve the person who asked the question.”
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 This article is also known as “Quick Transmigration, as a woman, I can only pretend to be a man to do tasks”. 
 “Don’t panic when something happens, it’s not just pretending to be a man, I’m pretending to be a man, I’m more a man than a man”. 
 “That ‘man’ is damn charming”. 
 “The host’s father is harming people again, and the system’s own sins have to be done while kneeling.”
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 Have you ever thought that the state of the world as it presently is, could revert to the laws of the ancients? When a series of strange incidents beginning with the disappearance of his friend led Luo Yuan to question the possibility of an apocalypse, he becomes embroiled in the midst of a global-scale chaos. 
 Evolution has turned the flora and fauna of the vast and bountiful Earth into something that had never been seen before. Coincidentally, the all-dominating Homo sapiens have ended up at the bottom of the food chain. From mystery to crisis, will Luo Yuan discover a means of saving humanity by racing to the top of the food chain? Or will he strive in accordance with the law of the jungle? It is the dawn of an age of the survival of the fittest.
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 The gray mist enveloped the entire planet, all communications were destroyed, and most humans were infected by unknown viruses and turned into zombies that feed on flesh and blood, but this is just the beginning. 
 What followed was that the monsters that existed in the legend walked out of the spatial passage in the gray mist. 
 The surviving humans used the weapons and equipment surviving in the peaceful years to build shelter after shelter to block the invasion of the gray mist, while preserving most of the human fire. 
 At the beginning of the end of the world, Lin Yubai obtained an interstellar command center. After months of hard work, he finally won the first Marine.
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 In the year of 2013, the tide of zombies outbreak exploded in everyone homeland, humanity launches a large-scale battle in the endless nights awaiting for the arrival of the dawn.
 The end is approaching, is there going to be a way out for them?
 Their faiths were shattered into pieces and buried in ashes in the raging fire.
 But within the blazing fire, a newborn hope arise once again.
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 [1V1, cool text, pet text] Others fast travel is bound to the system, abuse the scum and face, and walk to the pinnacle of life from then on. 
 The edge is superficial and fast, but it has embarked on a long road of finding, capturing, and blackening the system. 
 #When the blackening system personally incarnates into the blackened male gods of various planes, trick her, tease her, bully her, love her? 
 What should I do? Yuanqian sneered, cheating on me? Damn it! Tease me? It’s time to fight! deceive me? It’s time to kill! 
 Love me… Should… The black system always wants to throw me down? Should I fight back? Or should we fight back? Wait online# 
 Holding a wanted warrant in hand, pressing against the blackening system. 
 I have the plug-in in the world, and I can wear it in the plane as much as I want, and the male god can let me flirt! 
 This is a story about the host who wanted to kill the world, but accidentally teamed up with the blackened male god to become a demon and destroy the world.
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 The little transparent who suffered from the unspoken rules, the women’s clothing boss who fell out of his horse, the second generation ancestor of the dandy who was in the entertainment industry… Your task is to become them and reach the top of the entertainment industry. 
 Shi Qi: I understand the truth, but the problem is, Lao Tzu is a woman! 
 [Women disguised as men and mixed men’s groups] (End) 
 Those days and nights when women disguised themselves as men and mixed boy groups. 
 [Bending a straight steel male fan] (End) 
 The steel straight male fans who were tragically bent. 
 [The actor is a part-time demon hunter] (End) 
 Short stories. 
 [Infrastructure is only for the top stream] (End) 
 “Ha! It’s really hard for me to open up an entertainment business in the wildly growing Western Fantasy World.” 
 [The entertainment industry is all my cp] 
 Became a second-generation dandy who likes to fry cp and touch porcelain, and is boycotted by fans. 
 To be continued.
 【Reading Guide】 
 1. Women disguised as men (emphasis) + happy style 
 2. Parallel time and space, this article has no cp, and the protagonist has no love line. 
 3. The characters have no original shape, and the logic serves the plot.
 Content tags: entertainment circle fast wear women disguised as men cool text 
 Search keywords: Protagonist: Shi Qi (Little Seventeen) ┃ Supporting roles: Mom fans, dad fans, girlfriend fans, straight men fans dismantle cp” 
 One-sentence introduction: women disguise themselves as men and become group pets in various worlds 
 Purpose: It is not terrible to fall into the bottom, because every step of the next effort is to the light.
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 Well-known Composer Fang Zhao was in the glorious stage of his career, when the Apocalypse arrived; After finally experiencing the bitter difficulties of a thousand dangers, when the Apocalypse was simmering down to an end, he collapsed; When he opened his eyes, he was reborn in a New World, 500 years after the end of the apocalypse, in the body of a student who had been dumped barely after graduation, who had been cheated of his hardwork barely after he started working… 
 The World of the Future, Virtual Idols PK Real Idols 
 “Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of.” —Fang Zhao 
 Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner’s dreams. 
 Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.
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 One day, I was given the mysterious power of Hwanmong.
 If I killed a monster in the dream then my level would rise in reality.
 My home in reality became a base in the dream.
 A dimensional strategy RPG where reality and dreams are linked!
 Earn money and become stronger!
 Now, I will dominate the entire world and…the Universe
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