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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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 Dad promises that I will be always there with you, my little baby.
 It was Ye Qian's promise to his child who was yet to be born.
 However, fate didn't seem to agree as it took his life in the form of an accident before he could see his little one's face.
 The promise that was made to his wife and daughter reverberated as he left the world, just two months before the child was born.
 He died, but his soul transmigrated to another body in a different realm.
 
 5000 years of deliberate cultivation in the heavenly realm as a venerable, helped him to reveal the secrets that could pave way for his return to the mortal world.
 Finally, he achieved the ultimate power to break through the spatial tear and returned to earth.
 Don't worry, my baby. Dad is on the way to meet you, He chanted as he confronted the tribulation. Even when earthly suppression depleted his cultivation, he frets not.
 All he wants is to meet his family and fulfil the word he once gave to his daughter and her mother.
 Let's accompany Ye Qian in his journey to search for his family and witness his efforts to keep his wife and daughter happy as he helps them to cultivate, for an eternity together.
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 “There is a scar on my stomach which is hard to heal over the years”..
 Ning Yu is forced to marry Song Bai Lao, whom he was deeply entangled as a teenager. Because of the misunderstanding they had before, Song Bai Lao keeps bad-mouthing Ning Yu to the point that he even becomes Ning Yu’s nightmare. As they get together, Song Bai Lao finally confronts his feelings for Ning Yu, and Ning Yu finally sees his true feelings and sincerity.
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 Imagine having the opportunity to be able to enter different worlds created by numerous novels and stories. Which kind of role would you like to play?
 Do you want to be the illustrious protagonist, either good or evil; or just be a supporting role standing behind the protagonists?
 Our villain boss Ming Shu would, however, choose none of the above. Claiming missions from the Harmony System, and driven by her endless passion for snacks, the world traveler, Ming Shu, embarks on the path to make the mission target hate her as much as possible by gaining Hatred Points. But it turns out she is not alone on her journey…
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 The little aunt who had gone to the city returned home in fine clothes. Zhang Yu's mother was moved and decided to let her son go and join her. I never thought that the so-called luxury house was just a 30-square-meter rental house. What was even worse was that the real estate agency run by my little aunt could hardly pay the rent. 
 Selling houses, decorating... Zhang Yu's strange mystical skills he learned from Old Man Wang, a coffin shop in the countryside, turned out to be useful, and he turned into an ace agent... 
 Brother, beauty, do you want to buy a house? They are available in Yangzhai, and the packaging is repaired! 
 【Urban secrets! A new theme in the novel, non-horror, suitable for all tastes! 】
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 This book is also known as: "The Man Behind the Cthulhu Worlds", "The Correct Way to Open Spoilers", "It's impossible for all the people I meet to be such big shots" 
 … 
 The darkness and strangeness are resurrecting in the heavens and the world, and the Mist Parliament is above the endless world! 
 Those who participate in this council are either the top figures in the world, the protagonists of destiny, or the important figures who play a turning point in world history. 
 Whitebeard, Madara Uchiha, Tony Stark, Batman... Emperor Ye Tian... Dugu Baitian... Emperor Huangtian... 
 The only purpose of their gathering here is to cut off all the hands of the original evil god that are reaching out to all the heavens and worlds. 
 Su Hangao sat on the throne, overlooking the big-name congressmen below who were all giants of the party, and nodded silently, "Yes, that's it! What you are thinking is correct." 
 … 
 Elements: spoilers, Cthulhu, Mist Council, online dating (non-online chat group)
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 In the year 1368, at the end of July, deep crimson shall descend from the heavens.
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 Childhood, upbringing, family background, social relations, traumatic experiences…
 We keep reviewing and seeking out the motives of criminals, exploring the subtlest emotions driving them. It’s not to put ourselves in their shoes and sympathize, or even forgive them; it’s not to find some reasons to exculpate their crimes; it’s not to kneel down before the so-called “complexity of human nature”; nor to introspect social conflicts, much less to alienate ourselves into monsters.
 We just want to have a fair trial – for ourselves and for those who still have hope for the world.
 A seme thug specialized in dealing with various kinds of disobedience vs. a cowardly and dissolute uke descended from a rich family
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 In the third year of the Kaihuang era, as the Great Sui began to unfold between the fall of the Northern Dynasties and the rise of the glorious Tang Dynasty, Emperor Yang Jian created the House of Blades – an intelligence agency for strategies and conspiracies – in preparation to unify the world.
 On a snowy night, a convoy of tribute from the Kingdom of Khotan was raided. Not one soul survived the attack. Feng Xiao, Second Commandant of the House of Blades, was ordered by the Emperor to investigate the matter in person.
 On the distant border, a storm brewed as major forces gathered from all sides in Liugong Town. The strong rubbed shoulders with the strong; the skilled crossed paths with the skilled.
 Here, the ever-successful Second Commandant Feng ran into a wall for the first time – all because of a feeble Taoist priest with ailing health.
 Some things would never be known if no fights were ever picked. Only through their skirmishes did Feng Xiao realise that this sick bastard seemed to have way more aliases and personas than he himself ever did.
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 “Is this really a f*cking cannon fodder counterattack system???” Zhou ZiRuo transmigrated into a game and became a shapeshifting, cannon fodder, baby fox demon.
 As a new (male) fox demon, he thought his task was only to counterattack the gold-fingered, peerless, super explosively cool, iceberg protagonist.
 But why did the iceberg protagonist seem like he was possessed by a death god, with NPCs dropping dead left and right everywhere he went?
 Why must he help the protagonist investigate the incidents or else the counterattack percentage would fall through the floor, leading to his death?
 As Zhou ZiRou wearily investigated the supernatural cases, at the same time, he walked down the grand path of counterattacking the protagonist and kicking him to the curb.
 Yet no one knew that under the iceberg protagonist’s calm and proper exterior was a heart that was both kuudere and wicked.
 System: Congratulations! The counterattack was successful!
 Zhou ZiRou: You motherf*cker, you never said that I’d counterattack into the role of the female lead ahhh!!!
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 Demons, devils, ghosts and monsters
 Plunge the mortals weak in horrors;
 Arms of gods and blades of devils,
 Shroud the world in untold evils.
 Lu Sheng was an ordinary civil servant in the modern world. After waking from a drunken stupor one day, he found himself trapped in a dangerous world where demons, ghosts and supernatural monsters terrorize the land.
 In this world, ordinary mortals live in dark fear and helplessness, without any means to fight against the supernatural.
 As Lu Sheng struggles desperately for survival, he stumbles upon a game mod he had designed for a mobile phone app in his previous life. It unexpectedly becomes his special ability, which enables him to instantly level up any skill he learns, albeit at a cost.
 Thus, Lu Sheng begins his journey, striving for power beyond the reach of a mortal as he treads the way of the Devil…
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 “Dear audience, welcome to [Dreadful Radio Game], hope you enjoy our company. Okay, now, let’s turn around and check behind you. Is there a smiling face looking at you?”
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 A recommended Qidian novel, written by Innocent Dragonet.
 Will you survive such a system? Can you live through all these horrible encounters? Are you ready for a world of murders, zombies, suspense and darkness? What happens if a psychopath killer comes across ghosts?
 Come and join the adventure of Su Bai! As a human turned vampire, he’s gonna play the game with all kinds of other players— a Taoist, a will power controller, a fugitive, an elegant indifferent lady, and…you name it! Let’s enjoy the game!
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 It’s okay to be reborn a few years ago, but inexplicably changed from a man to a legal loli, and in order to save his life, he can only become a villain!
 Xu Xianxian: “Have you ever seen such a pure and unpretentious villain as me?!”
 Do something?
 flat chest?
 One meter five?
 Those that don’t exist are all fake. Without this kind of manipulation, it’s useless no matter how skinned it is. Don’t try to lie to me to kill!
 This is a story of a passerby who can be stepped on everywhere, in order to reverse the established future and become the ultimate villain boss.
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