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 Good sleep this time
 So heavy, so confused
 Fan Ning woke up leisurely from the auditorium, his head tilted to one side, almost parallel to his shoulder.
 ——A typical bad posture after falling asleep in a sitting position.
 The environment is unusually quiet, my heartbeat is slightly faster than usual, and I can hear it.
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 My neck felt like it was sealed with cement, and it hurt like hell every time I lifted it upright.
 It took a while for Fan Ning to raise his head with difficulty and slowly open his eyes.
 Vision is dim and blurry.
 He could barely see the stage facing him in front of him through a few weak green light sources in the distance.
 There is also a row of potted flowers at the front of the stage, a few chairs and music stands further inside, and a grand piano in the middle.
 The object's black outline is shrouded in a dull, ghostly green.
 Fan Ning finally came to his senses.
 Isn't it? No one woke me up after the show?
 The concert hall just ended and the lights were turned off?
 Are all the staff here clearing the place for inspection?
 …
 Fan Ning is a recent graduate of science and engineering and a deep enthusiast of classical music.
 Since childhood, I have enjoyed playing the piano, listening to records or concerts, and studying various composers and music theories.
 With this kind of attribute, as long as the appearance is good and the emotional intelligence is online, it is easy to gain a group of peers and fans in school and experience a relatively rich emotional life.
 Various titles similar to "great god" were attached to him, as well as the highlight moments in clubs or cultural activities, which made him once feel that he was not an ordinary person.
 Until he started being beaten up by society.
 A chemical company in the urban-rural fringe, moving bricks in the laboratory, embarrassing salary, workplace troubles, and the landlord's quarrel.
 Within a few months, all the elements were in place, and everything was inevitably moving towards vulgarity.
 Fortunately, I have this spiritual comfort.
 ——For example, tonight, a 2-hour drive to the city center during the break between 996 work, a concert of Bach’s chamber music works.
 Fan Ning's memory of the last second was when he was listening to the performance.
 In the dim concert hall, his vision gradually adapted and his physical weakness eased slightly.
 "I have never felt sleepy before. Can I fall asleep while listening to a concert? It doesn't exist."
 Confused, he stood up, ready to take out his phone to see what time it was.
 Alas, I have to continue moving bricks tomorrow...
 After groping around for a while, the feel of the clothes seemed unfamiliar, but I still felt the phone.
 No signal, battery 1%, time 23:30, long after the concert ends at 10 o'clock.
 A bunch of DingTalk work news shows that the boss still doesn’t forget to gank employees frantically even on the 996 weekend.
 But the top one is——
 SMS?
 [Reproduce the music in your memory to the audience of this world. ]
 [As fast as possible, as much as possible. ]
 [If you want to live. ]
 [0/100]
 The time was 21:30, and the number was a bunch of garbled characters.
 Wha, what's going on? What's the meaning?
 The time when I received it was during the second half of the concert, perhaps when I was cutting off the piece.
 Fan Ning looked around the concert hall doubtfully, feeling more and more something was wrong.
 Although I couldn't see the far wall clearly, this concert hall was much smaller than I thought, with no more than a hundred seats for the audience.
 The dim green light source was not a safe passage sign, but came from a few unclearly visible lights high up on the wall.
 Fan Ning swiped down the control panel of his phone and turned on the flash.
 Most naturally, he shined towards the stage first.
 This photo scared him so much that his heart felt like it had been hit hard by a heavy hammer!
 Two white figures jumped out under the flash!
 No, to be precise, they are just two humanoid silhouettes on the stage plane. The twisted head, torso and limbs are outlined by indescribable light smoke-like traces, and then diffused radially.
 It's like being dissolved, burned, or evaporated by something unknown.
 The battery of the mobile phone is low, it automatically shuts down, and the vision returns to darkness.
 Fan Ning's back was instantly covered with cold sweat.
 "Is this the musician on the stage before?"
 He felt as if he shouted instinctively, and then took a few steps back.
 But in fact, his voice was hoarse and he didn't move.
 It wasn't until I almost couldn't feel my body anymore that I mustered up the courage to move my legs.
 He didn't dare to turn around, let alone run. Instead, he retreated step by step, retreated from the stage, retreated to the wall, retreated to a connection similar to a corridor, turned around and plunged into the darkness.
 At the end of the darkness, after groping wildly, I finally found something similar to a gate, and then pushed it open.
 A bright light shone into his eyes.
 It's not the sunlight from the outside, but the flashlights in the hands of several people outside the door.
 "Police, stop, calm down!"
 Amid the dazzling discomfort, Fan Ning's vision was intermittent and blurry.
 He first saw the three-breasted black uniforms, then saw the khaki tasseled epaulettes and sleeve ornaments, and finally saw the red and white checkered wide-brimmed hats on their heads, and the solemn expressions under the hats.
 "" Fan Ning was stunned, not only because of their attire and appearance, but also what they said.
 He had never heard this language before, and now he was familiar with it at a strange speed.
 This sentence was like a huge spoon, stirring up something in his mind, causing something to break, bringing out a lot of chaotic memory fragments:
 This is Uvrancel in the year 912 of the new calendar, the second largest industrial city in the Theolian Empire.
 Carloen van Nin, a fourth-year student at St. Lenya University, majoring in music.
 His father was once a well-known folk artist in this city and the director of the Turner Art Gallery. He lost contact three years ago and has not been heard from since; his mother died of illness many years ago.
 In this era, there is no longer a feudal-style strict hierarchy, but social classes are still distinguished by superiority and inferiority. The upper resources belong to the nobles, academic tycoons, large factory owners, and the extraordinary group of mysterious rumors who have a transcendent status - "the knowledgeable".
 With his middle-class background, it is difficult to reach the threshold of this imperial aristocratic public school.
 But his father's identity as an artist seems to have a great bonus in this world.
 Of course, as soon as he disappeared, his status in the school quickly changed from passerby level to sewer level.
 If it weren't for the high tuition fees for four years that he paid in one lump sum when he enrolled, he might have been kicked out now.
 The operation of the art gallery is naturally unsustainable.
 At first, he sold some of his father's paintings to settle debts, maintain equipment, and pay staff salaries.
 Later, he had to lay off staff, close the museum, live frugally, and live alone in a small apartment.
 Traveled through time, did he travel through time?
 Fanning's head ached again and again, and the chaotic and complicated fragments of memory crowded and pushed each other, gradually turning into upset roars and mutterings in his ears. He went from standing to squatting, and from squatting to lying, and the figures of the police in his sight became more and more blurred.
 ...
 When he opened his eyes again, Fanning saw the ceiling.
 And
 Why is this thing still in front of him?
 The last line of the text message: [0/100]
 The faint light gold color made Fanning suspect that he was dazzled.
 It seemed that when he had this thought, it would be more obvious, and when his attention was diverted, it would fade to almost transparent.
 "Awake? Mr. Carloen Fanning? If you are still in good spirits, please get up first."
 A voice very close interrupted his thoughts.
 This is Hoffman, the official language of the Theolian Empire, and the language used by the Hoffmans, who make up the largest proportion of the population.
 Fanning stood up and propped himself up on the edge of the hard bed.
 A small room with four gray walls and two mahogany tables.
 The pale light of the carbonized lamp shone on the only pen, paper and a vertically striped glass on the table.
 The water in the glass reflected the cold light.
 Sitting opposite were two policemen, dressed neatly, burly and serious.
 One of them unscrewed the cap of the pen: "Let me introduce myself, Newman Elens, senior inspector of the Uflansel Police Department, responsible for the security of the Nelenia District."
 "I slept all night? And, are you going to interrogate me?"
 Fanning, who had just crossed over, was a little flustered.
 He didn't know whether the human figure on the stage was a prank or the abnormal death of a living person, nor was he sure whether he was an innocent party or the initiator?
 Calm down At least from the original owner's relatively complete memory, this matter was not done by him, and there was no need to hide anything, so he answered truthfully first.
 Fanning calmed down: "Okay, Officer Ellens."
 The officer took out an item from the drawer and placed it on the table: "Explain first, what is this?"
 Fanning looked at his brand new touch-screen phone and checked the original owner's memory of this world again.
 Then sweat began to break out on his forehead and vest.
 In this steam-industrial world similar to the Victorian era, it is not easy for me to explain it to you, you know?
 If I say this is the latest flashlight in the empire, do you believe it?
 No, how can you be exposed right after crossing over?
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 Coal smoke fills the sky and steam roars endlessly. The world is running as usual, and prosperity is within reach. But the world is ignorant. 
 Only a very few people have penetrated the fog of history, studied taboo knowledge, dismantled secret inspiration, and called on invisible forces. They are called "knowers". 
 The chaos and reality under the filthy appearance of the world gradually become clear from a mysterious concert incident: 
 "Hidden knowledge, shifting surge, phase, ritual vessel, witness master" - this is the extraordinary path of "knowers"; 
 "Inspiration, composition, piano, conducting, symphony" - this is the sacred career of "artists". 
 Two roads, different paths, the same destination. Where the vision goes, the destiny chooses. 
 "The world is full of imperfections, but someone will see the glory in the end." 
 -Contemporary composer, pianist, conductor Carloen van Nin
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 (No heroine!) (Dark-hearted) (Ruthless) (Darkness) (Semi-cool) (Don't criticize if you don't like it) In this dark world, the strong survive and the weak can only crawl at the bottom. All choices are for profit. A young man accidentally obtained a mysterious book and became a monk. Starting from a small village, he used all means and had no bottom line just to pursue the infinite path. (The first few chapters are slow, and then take off)
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 Chu Huai was parasitized by a ghost, he became weak and frail, soon afterward he died.
 After entering the horror world, Chu Huai was harmoniously transformed into a man in women’s clothes.
 On the first day of the instance. Everyone stares blankly at Young Lady Huai, who was holding the quilt calmly climbed onto the man’s bed: “I’m a little afraid of the dark and ghosts, can I sleep with you?”
 Jin Tianyi: “…” I’ll pretend not to know that you are a man.
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 weird horror game 
 all kinds of survivors 
 Also, horror game bosses who love to find people to chat with 
 One of the bosses: I should have summoned the courage to get rid of the single 
 Boss 2: I didn’t think I was so powerful, why did they die? 
 Boss three: Do you think I will like you? No, I won’t (really fragrant) 
 …… 
 Author: go, you are the daughter of destiny 
 Lin You: …… 
 ps: The female protagonist is upgraded, and the female protagonist is weak at the beginning, and slowly grows up
 Content label: infinite flow of abilities 
 Search keywords: protagonist: Lin You ┃ supporting role: Qi An, why, Su Yubing ┃ others: infinite flow
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 Strange stories come and bind the fate of the country. 
 People improve their own and the country's luck by constantly participating in rules and strange stories. 
 Mental patient Jiang Xiao was selected to be admitted to a nine-star mental hospital at the beginning! 
 But it was strange to find that Jiang Xiao seemed to be the most seriously ill... 
 Jiang Xiao: "I talked with the monsters, and all the weird things were caused by Sun Smash!" 
 Participated in the seven-star ghost story "Where Did Dad Die?" 
 The handsome son's big eyes flashed: "You want to be my father?" 
 The Chosen One: "Yes!" 
 Son: "Then I have a small request, which is to beat you to death!" 
 Each of the chosen fathers was beaten to a pulp by his sons in the opening scene. 
 Facing the traitor who rushed towards him, Jiang Xiao smiled coldly: "Dad, I am your son!"
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 Legend has it that the world’s most formidable man Xu Shuangtze owned a cherished portrait of his deceased wife. But no one knew that on its back was another portrait of his arch rival who Xu Shuangtze had killed with his own hands.
 Sixteen years ago, the Chief of Immortal Alliance’s Department of Discipline, Gong Wei, brought a blade with him on the Immortal Ascension Platform. His assassination of Xu Shuangtze failed and he was slain on the spot by the sword named No Way Out.
 Sixteen years later, Gong Wei opened his eyes and found himself reborn in the body of a beautiful fool who even had to kneel down when talking to Lord Xu.
 This was not the only disturbing thing for him.
 Because of his ravishing good looks, remarkable power and status as well as his premature death in his previous life, he was now the beloved muse of countless writers. Books and stories featuring him as the main lead to all kinds of relationships were circulated far and wide. Even among the famous sects there were rumours of his forbidden encounters with every sect leader…
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 Ji Bu, the gold medal manager who was trapped and imprisoned, woke up to be a vicious rich second generation Xin Nanyi. He was hated and feared by his girls group he played with, and his uncle deliberately slaughtered him.
 Ji Bu had no choice but to go back to his old career, fight against greedy uncles and all kinds of rivals, win the trust of the girls group, lead the “girls” to the top, and hold them up as a powerful girls group with a high traffic rate and a good harvest.
 Xin Nanyi just wants to work hard and be a good manager, but there is always a film emperor who is unwilling to let him go, either to press him on the bed or to deceive him.
 Shocked! Popular girls group members with the manager intimate hug was photographed, the atmosphere was ambiguous like a couple.
 After being chased by fans and reporters, Nan Ge the broker who sent the blade laxatives, found the strongest excuse to clarify on Weibo: “I like men.”
 When the words were uttered, it caused a great disturbance, the members of the girls group are silent, the fans are exclaimed and Weibo was paralysed.
 A certain film emperor smiled: It’s a coincidence that I’m a man.
 Nan Ge: ……
 Gentle and kindhearted manager decathlon shou vs Multi-gold shield black belly cold and cute big film emperor gong
 Being ugly and fat just after crossing, then gradually lose weight and become handsome, handsome as inspirational chicken stock.
 The gong has always been very handsome!!! But still acting.
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 Cthulhu + steam + punk + global beasts...a huge world where terror has revived. (You need to bring your brain to read this book!) 
 Can divination be used to fight? Can slime become a god? 
 Does fighting have to rely on brutal collisions? You don’t have to be a fool if you have brains. 
 Develop your own behind-the-scenes organization and train your subordinates as thugs. 
 Norton Coulter used chess pieces to move the line of fate again and again. 
 Only when the incident was over, everyone was shocked to discover that they were just a pawn! 
 People call him [Lord of Slime] [The Ruler Behind the Scenes] [Mysterious Diviner] [Guide of Destiny] [Master of Layout] [Destroyer of the Old Gods] [Captain]...
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 “I, Eddie Edward, had reincarnated into a world of magic and became the single child of Duke Eddie from the Lancamdo Kingdom.
 Fortunately, I was given a system that could collect energy from magical items and turn them into attribute points, skill points, and bloodline points to enhance myself. Knowing that this is a world full of danger and cruelty, I’d decided to become stronger with the help of the system.
 On a day like any other, I was given a personal maid. The new maid was acting strangely, but I paid no attention to her weird personality because she was loyal to me.
 As days passed by, I began to have more maids around me. However, all of them were strange.
 It wasn’t until later I noticed that the maids would leave at night and return reeking of blood.
 Naturally, I was curious, but I’d never questioned them as they were my personal maids.
 To become stronger, I, Eddie Edward, continued to grow using the system to be not threatened by others in the future.
 Until a fateful day…
 I learned something important. One of my personal maids was a Fallen Angel?
 And the other one was the Lady of the Dark that was being pursued by the Holy Church?
 Not only that, but I also heard some of my maids being addressed as the Lord of the Dard?
 The Ominous Witch?
 The Vampire Queen?
 Lady of the Death?
 Why did their names sound like they were some antagonists of a novel?
 Could it be that all of my personal maids were actually the bad guys of the world I was in?
 Not long after that, I was now a wanted person in the Lancamdo Kingdom? Some even began to hail me as the Lord of Evil?
 Eddie Edward let out a deep sigh. “Fine. Looks like I can drop the act now.”
 With a wave of his arm, the alliance of the mage and knight was wiped out with an asteroid.
 “To tell you the truth, I’ve already become the God of Magic.”
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 The Capital’s girls look on with hatred, “You’re just a country girl without any knowledge. Do you have Niyun Shop’s clothes? Do you have Brilliant Treasure Pavillion’s jewellery? Do you even know how eminent and domineering the famous Yue Wang is?” 
 Mu Yunyao looked at them lazily, “Niyun Shop? I opened it. Brilliant Treasure Pavillion? I opened it. As for Yue Wang…when are you returning my silver?” 
 Yue Wang’s face was cold: “I will pay with my body.” 
 (Wang means Prince. In this case, “Yue Wang” was a title given by the Emperor to his son.) 
 After being reincarnated, Mu Yunyao believes in three things: One, do not have good intentions towards others. Two, do not let the enemy have the chance to rise again. Three, do not believe in feelings. Thus, she is merciless. She is fearless. She would rather have everything destroyed than to compromise for everything. 
 However, after one fateful meeting, a cold-blooded prince keeps following her, silently plotting on making her his wife and bringing her back to pamper her…
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 The ancient demon god threw a dice that could change fate into the world. 
 As long as you get this dice and roll the corresponding points, you can realize three wishes for free. 
 Over the years, the winners of countless dice have changed their fate and changed the world again and again. 
 Some people ascend to the throne of God by making wishes, while others seek immortality by making wishes. 
 Chen Qi, who was at the lowest point in his life, was lucky enough to pick up this dice. 
 And his first wish is to become a billionaire.
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 Xia Lei, whose parents were no longer around, had to work hard to support himself and his sister. One day, he got into an accident at work which burnt his left eye. After he awoke in the hospital bed, he discovered that his eye was not blind – it gained abilities! Now, he is using these abilities to right wrongs and make a better life for himself and others. Will Xia Lei triumph over the corrupt and privileged with his newfound power?
 I am destined to be the protagonist of this era!
 Warning: Mature content
 5 chapter every 2 days until i catch up with the original..
 Thank u for your help and support
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 Weary reader, it is an honor for you to choose this book in this heavy, dark library room.
 Somewhat sadly, the book is sick.
 Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of the book cover,
 The words written in the old days are like parasites rooted in the pages of the book, hoping that someone can observe their wriggling,
 To feel, to analyze, to touch the story of the disease.
 If you insist on borrowing this book, be sure to check your physical condition regularly.
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