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Under the overtime work of the City Guard Bureau, the frequent outbreaks of chaotic incidents were effectively controlled. The sound of neat gunshots echoed in the execution grounds every day, and the uneasy hearts of the citizens gradually settled amidst the blood. Look for the super-smooth reading experience when reading Taiwanese novels. Sirian stood by the Flower River, the orange-red sunset casting a bloody hue over the water. He gazed at the river surface for a long time, his eyes…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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【At this point, I hope readers remember our domain name: find good Taiwanese books on Taiwan Novel Network, tc is super convenient.】 Through the slats of the blinds, Rolf saw Sirian at his workstation, quietly whispering something to Meifuni. After a moment, Sirian looked helpless, while Meifuni continued to snicker. "Are you watching Sirian? I recall you think highly of this young man." Dekar's voice drifted over. "During the Tidal…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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For Sirian now, money was not a difficult thing to acquire. He could easily raid the strongholds of various Evil Claws, pry cash from their safes, or endure high commissions to refine soul marrow from his own blood. Sirian had calculated that the feasibility of these options was very high. But in the end, Sirian still came to find Meifuni. Money was easy to get, but Sirian couldn't acquire "power." To strengthen its control over Heer City,…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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“There's still some Chaos residue on the west bank; we need a group of scholars to deal with it.” “Scholars? There are no scholars left. They're at the incinerator 24 hours a day, dealing with tons of corpses.” “The City Hall is asking about the progress of the Flower River water purification.” “Water purification? That has nothing to do with our City Guard Bureau, does it?” As Sirian entered the City Guard Bureau, he heard shouts rising and…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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After half a month of salvage and purification, the bodies piled up on the Flower River were finally cleared. The river surface became clear, just as it used to be, filled with flowers, but this time, no citizens were admiring it nearby, nor were any couples dating there. No one could be sure if a severed limb or blood stained with sin was hidden in the soil beneath their feet. The terrifying scene of that day had deeply implanted itself in the minds of the citizens like some urban legend;…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sirian pushed open the iron door, and a wave of heat assailed him, followed by a nauseating stench that made him want to vomit. Covering his mouth and nose, Sirian cautiously stepped inside. Tania's body, from the inside out, had completely burned into a mass of ignited charcoal, shrunken and collapsed into a grotesque posture. "That's not right," Sirian circled around, examining her. "According to my calculations, you should have lasted at least a few more hours. How did it…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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"As for what happened after that..." Dailin stopped his narration, picked up a piece of dried meat, and bit into it fiercely, as if he were chewing on his past self. "She just fell into a deep sleep. Anya stayed with me the whole time. She didn't say anything else, didn't make any moves; she just stayed by my side, indicating that she was still there." Dailin recalled, "I think my mother didn't know what happened after I left. Maybe she knew, but she didn't dare to believe it,…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Dailin stood before the stairwell, rooted to the spot for a long time. "Why?" Dailin couldn't understand. He was a Transcendent, an employee of the City Guard Bureau, a big shot in the eyes of the citizens. He was no longer the scrawny child he had been back then! Yet, with his home door just steps away, Dailin cowered where he stood, afraid to take a step forward. "Damn it!" Dailin cursed under his breath, hardened his resolve, and forced himself to climb…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Taking the dried meat, Sirian returned to Dailin's side and glanced at his expression out of the corner of his eye. Perhaps Dailin had wiped away his tears during the short time Sirian was gone. There were no tears, nor were his eyes red. Dailin merely lit a cigarette, his gaze unfocused, like a pale, empty shell. "Where were we just now?" "The past and the future." Dailin took a deep drag on the cigarette, then tossed the remaining half into the wind. "Sirian, after I…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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"It's over?" Dailin was guarding outside, his hands clad in brass knuckles, ready for anything. "Sort of. She's still a while from dying. If you have something to do, you can leave first. I need to wait here for a bit." Sirian was too hot; he unbuttoned his collar, revealing his chest marked with scratches and scars. The two climbed down a ladder, then crouched through a narrow passage. Cool breezes greeted them as they arrived at a rusty platform. They had expected to overlook the…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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