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 Hey Hey……
 In his sleep, Lin Senhao heard weird laughter from the next bed.
 Laughing so much that the desire to urinate in his lower abdomen was raging.
 He couldn't help kicking the bed with his foot.
 "It's midnight, Gao Fan, what are you laughing at!"
 "Did I smile?"
 Gao Fan was also quite surprised, he stroked his mouth, there was indeed a strange arc, just now I was smiling unknowingly?
 Sure enough, after the SAN value is lowered, people will be abnormal.
 Gao Fan looked at the 'system'.
 His SAN value has dropped to 76. If 60 is a passing level, 76 is probably a little abnormal.
 Just now I added 12 points of SAN value to the 'line' technique. In an instant, countless knowledge and experience flooded in like a tide. Many concepts and skills that puzzled Gao Fan were integrated in an instant. A still life sketch.
 The reason why he only raised the 'line' skill to 35 was not because Gao Fan cherished his SAN value, but because he couldn't click it anymore.
 The '+' sign after the line is gone, but the '+' sign after 'color' and 'structure' is still there.
 In other words, the three skill values ​​of line, color, and structure should be mutually restrictive, and one cannot be raised to the maximum alone, and must be improved together.
 But it only needs 300 points... Oh, no, according to Gaofan's current level, the SAN value should be less than 200 points, and all three items can be added to the limit.
 By then, Gao Fan's paintings may be comparable to those oil painting masters, right?
 This is why Gao Fan couldn't help laughing out loud.
 Of course, the low SAN value and the inability to control emotions are the more important reasons.
 "The SAN value cannot be lowered any more."
 Gao Fan said to himself.
 When the SAN value drops below 60, typical symptoms of mental illness may appear. If it goes further down, the lower the level, the more dangerous it is. It is very likely that it will become an irrational beast if it is below 30. When it reaches 0...no, it cannot be low to 0's.
 Unless in the case of external force interference, the SAN value of human beings can never drop to 0 or below 0.
 And the so-called external interference is... God.
 It is the great existence that Gao Fan once saw in a dream that cannot be seen directly. Once he looks directly, his SAN value will plummet due to a large amount of knowledge instillation, and eventually he will be alienated into an unknown person. Seeing him is equivalent to death.
 God gave Gao Fan a key.
 The key is the system.
 This is the system where SAN value can be exchanged for skill value.
 Of course, Gao Fan felt that the greatest function of this key was not in this, but in the '0' in the SAN value number '76/0' at this moment.
 Originally, this '0' should be '100', which is all the SAN values ​​collected by Gao Fan for four months.
 Because he obtained the system and looked directly at the 'God', Gao Fan's SAN value plummeted, and it was probably dropped to a negative number. At that moment, the world he saw was all distorted and crazy.
 So the 100 SAN value reserve after the slash was imported into Gaofan's own SAN value, saving Gaofan.
 After Gao Fan woke up, his SAN value was 86. Through a simple mathematical formula, it can be deduced that the lowest point of Gao Fan's SAN value has reached -14. At that moment, Gao Fan could no longer look directly at the world.
 Therefore, this key is to save Gao Fan, so that Gao Fan has the qualification to look directly at God once.
 As for the key in the dream, why does it look like a 'system' in reality?
 Gao Fan thinks that this is like in the European classical oil painting system, where the same painting is the same, the one holding the apple is Eve, the one holding the box is Pandora, and the one wearing the wreath is the goddess of beauty. The important point lies in this' God', can act on human beings, not in the way it acts.
 The so-called system is an alien creature? Is it an ancient, reawakened ancient alien race? Or is it purely the goddess muse who once blessed mankind to create countless masters of art?
 No way of guessing.
 Of course Gao Fan asked the system.
 But got no answer.
 That inorganic cold voice only appeared once in his dream, and then fell silent without any response.
 "Infinite connection is eternal and you and I will eventually return to madness..."
 Gao Fan whispered the words brought by the system.
 This is also the content of the blood book he wrote after going crazy.
 Before Gao Fan erased the bloody words, he took pictures of all the words with his mobile phone.
 Looking at it again now, Gao Fan can still find those terrible madness in the words. Every stroke and every stroke burst out with despair and fear. It is Gao Fan's handwriting, but the person who wrote the words is absolutely Not Gao Fan now.
 Wordless, silent, and black fear flowed quietly in the bedroom at night.
 ...
 Early the next morning.
 Gao Fan picked up the easel and went straight to the exhibition.
 He was comatose for twenty-four hours.
 During the period, the dormitory administrator came to see him and made sure that he was sleeping, so he didn’t say anything. Art students are always a bit unique, and it often happens that this kind of painting is exhausted and sleepy all day.
 So there is only one day until the end of the exhibition.
 A police car is parked outside the exhibition hall where the art exhibition is located today.
 Before entering the museum, Gao Fan looked at the police car a few more times, and after checking the ID issued by Tianmei with the security guard, he entered the museum and set up his easel in front of his old location, which is the painting "The Gate of Hell".
 Today he is going to draw a whole "Gate of Hell" as a summary of his ten days of copying, and also to see if he can gain a few more SAN values. Now his SAN value is only 76, and he always feels stuck in his head. There is a crazy villain, who will 'rush' out from time to time.
 Since the structure of the entire painting is already in his mind, Gao Fan has already made a quick decision without observing the original work of "The Gates of Hell".
 After the 'line' skill was raised to 36, although it still hadn't reached the 'pass line', compared to the original skill value of 24 points, it had increased by 50%. Therefore, from Gao Fan's feeling, he got The benefits are extraordinary.
 Watching the lines being drawn on the tip of the pen like flowing water, Gao Fan's brain was ignited with excitement.
 It's so cool...it's awesome!
 Gao Fan felt that his right hand, the pen in his hand, was an extension of his thinking and inspiration. He could reach wherever he wanted to go, and even places he couldn't think of, with the tip of the pen in his hand, he could draw unexpected wonderful.
 "Huh?"
 At this time, Gao Fan heard a light cry from behind him.
 No need to look back, Gao Fan knew it was the old man who came.
 "You boy... there is something, these few strokes are a bit of a rebirth."
 There was surprise in the old man's voice.
 Gao Fan was also a little surprised. In the past few days, he realized that the old man should be a knowledgeable person, but he didn't know how much the old man knew, but with just a few strokes, he could tell that Gao Fan was completely different today from the previous few days—— You know, the old man didn't know that Gao Fan sacrificed his sanity to increase his 'line' skill value by 12 points.
 You have to have a good understanding of oil painting techniques, or even a master's eye, to see it, right?
 Thinking of this, Gao Fan turned his head to the old man and showed a smile when he met his acquaintance: "Amazing, isn't it? It's all traded for IQ."
 As always, the new book period will be updated at 11:00 and 17:00~ In addition, I would like to sacrifice my IQ to ask for a recommendation. Click to collect or something
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 When Gao Fan tried to paint the “God” with a brush. 
 madness descends. 
 ? Gushing from the bottom of the sea, rising from the ground, descending from the sky… From the beginning and end of the sequence to the sentient beings with despair.
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 There was a waiting mirror in front of Bai Fan. In the mirror, Bai Fan was laughing at himself. 
 It’s weird– 
 Because he didn’t laugh at all. 
 Under Bai Fan’s gaze, the corner of his mouth in the mirror was grinning to the base of his neck. 
 Even Bai Fan, who had always been calm, showed a touch of surprise. Seeing the other party opening his blood basin to his head, Bai Fan slowly raised the phone in his hand—— 
 There was a click. 
 He compared to a scissor hand and took a group photo.
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 Offered as a bride to Hades at the age of eighteen.
 Pestered by evil spirits in the day, and taken advantage of by a perverted demon at night.
 Pervert: “Dear, a night with you is worth more than gold.”
 I leaned away as I clenched my teeth angrily: “Worth my foot!”
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 It started off peculiarly; first, his domestic cat refused to let him cuddle it.
 Lin Qiushi soon found that a sense of disharmony and incongruity began to pervade everything around him.
 Then, one odd day, he pushed open a door, and he discovered that the hallway he was familiar with turned into a boundless corridor.
 At both ends of this corridor were twelve, identical iron gates.
 Thus, the story began.
 Ruan Nanzhu said to Lin Qiushi, “When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back at you.”
 Upon hearing this, Lin Qiushi sank into deep contemplation. He then pulled down the zipper of his trousers and aimed at the abyss…
 Ruan Nanzhu: “…Put your pants on properly!”
 Super shameless, ill, pampered gong X Shameless, calm shou; a combination of double [or extreme] shamelessness.
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 Du Yixin, on the shelf since birth, twenty years now and counting, dreams of one day finding a cute girlfriend. Unfortunately for him, before he finds one, he is transported into an unfamiliar, abandoned high school.
 It’s late; dark. There doesn’t seem to be anybody around, but an announcement comes—— 
 [School is now over. Students, please do not loiter and immediately leave. The teacher on duty, begin your rounds immediately]
 What he did not expect, however, was that the scariest thing was not the game’s boss, but the man who chopped the boss up and then turned against the players.
 Du Yixin “And yet, he still submitted to my amazing character, and decided to become my lackey.”
 Ying Sheng, narrowing his eyes, “Lackey?”
 Du Yixin “… Boyfriend.”
 Ying Sheng “Hmph.”
 Du Yixin “Darling~”
 Ying Sheng, blushing “shut up!”
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 Ji Huan’s parents both died in a traffic accident. 
 Unexpectedly, his older sister also meets the same fate. 
 Yet everything starts when he says “goodbye” for the last time.
 Hunting monsters? Genetic comparison? 
 Ji Huan flees with his older sister’s posthumous child to his hometown, Bade Town. 
 The three Grandpa, grandson, and nephew all live interdependent days. 
 However, inside the swaddling clothes is not a human baby, 
 But a monster…
 Black egg body, white ring eyes, red mouth. 
 A child, ah! Doesn’t he have two eyes and a mouth! Resembling an egg, he is Ji Huan’s cute nephew!
 Vermilion tiled wall, white lotus pond, convalescent courtyard. 
 This entirely neatly handsome and elegant young man: Ah Jin. 
 However, he told Ji Huan about the secrets of the monsters and discreetly taught him. 
 Bade Town is also slowly being covered in monsters…
 Or, the record of a small countryside monster’s growth.
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 Lin Yi failed the college entrance exams and chose a diploma mill university.
 And as deserving of a diploma mill university, the first line of the admission letter read:
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 I was an unfortunate person, and by chance, I stepped into the Taoist school. Taoist metaphysics and fate diagnosis were orthodox. I used to help the people of the world to make merit, but I just stepped on a wrong path. Robber? How could it be possible without my geomantic omen? Catch ghosts? How could it be possible without my magic spells? Kill demon? Wait… You say you are a demon? Or a fox demon? !
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 Chi Nan was the young man in one of the Top 10 forbidden paintings, the Crying Boy. It was said that he would bring disaster, so his memories were sealed and his soul was locked in the painting.
 One day, Chi Nan entered the body of a blind young master who died accidentally. The young master was the owner of this forbidden painting. However, Chi Nan had stayed in the painting for a long time. He lost the happiness and sadness of human beings. The only emotion he could show on his face was: tears.
 Chi Nan made three wishes to the gods: regain his vision, stop crying and get his memories back.
 Thus, he was invited into the world of terror, the Nightmare Cycle. Break the nightmares to gain points and grant his wishes.
 Ordinary players: Ahhh, it is terrible! I want to wake up!
 Meanwhile, Chi Nan moved through the nightmares, grabbing small skeletons at the crane machine in the amusement park at midnight, building ice sculptures with corpses in a snowy country’s mass grave and dancing with a fierce ghost in a life-threatening waltz until dawn.
 The dreams were really good. There were endless games, ghosts who tried to amuse him and a mysterious boss who sent him good medicine every day.
 Chi Nan cried happily but when he cried, the ghosts of the world trembled.
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 The owner of the body was called You Yu and he suspected that he didn’t die accidentally. In order to understand the truth behind his death and be reborn in his body, he sold his soul to the world called the ‘Nightmare Cycle.’ He became the dream maker behind the scenes, conscientiously creating dreams of terror.
 He didn’t expect that he would meet his body in the infinite nightmare he created with his own hands. The user of the body was a bigshot who loved to shed tears. This person was diligent in going through the instances to earn points and restore vision for him.
 Thus, You Yu secretly added the sweetest honey to medicine and sent it to Chi Nan at midnight every day. So why did the little crybaby cry again after drinking it?
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 How do you survive when your dorm room becomes a playground?
 In the dormitory building at 8 o’clock at night, the nightlife belonging to the university had just begun.
 Suddenly, the lights went out. All universities in the world were plunged into darkness.
 “Ding ding ding, dang dang dang”
 “Dear classmates, welcome to [Dormitory Survival Game], happy dormitory life begins!” Blood flowed from the sink, the bed tent turned into a different dimension space, and the zombies crashed into the dormitory.
 There are countless pairs of peeping eyes outside the door and balcony. Water shortage, food shortage, extreme environment, survival crisis.
 “Instructions for students: The highest rule for dormitory survival—”
 “First, the living cannot leave the dormitory.”
 “Second, please protect your dormitory.”
 “Third, please protect your roommates.”
 “Fourth, every weekend there will be an update in the global dormitory survival rankings, please work hard to rush into the double first-class, 985, 211*, and strive to be the world’s top!”
 ——-
 When she heard the strange singing, Tang Xinjue was opening the bags of daily necessities with a toothbrush in her mouth.
 “…”
 Tang Xinjue fell silent as she saw the toilet plunger in her hand.
 ——-
 *) 985 and 211 universities means some better universities in China.
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 Have you heard? There’s a certain kind of person in this world, who, even without any substantial contact, and with just a flash of thought, can discern a lot. 
 Their eyes have the ability to penetrate through to the past, to clarify the present and to break the veil of the future. They can see what you see through your eyes, smell what you smell through your nose, taste what you taste through your tongue, and can even perceive what you think through your heart. 
 This kind of a person is called—a psychic. 
 A story about the awakening of a ‘guabi’, who is merely plodding through life, from his deep slumber. (*guabi, a slang term, meaning ‘dead idiot’ = people who are penniless and jobless)
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 Unknown creatures, ghastly castles, unattended space
 Chaos and order coexist
 Reflections on the bifurcation of the world timeline
 The dominant world
 Wizards are the masters of countless worlds
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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.
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 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…
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 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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