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Not all evil deeds will be judged as sins, Nor will all sins be punished. — "Volume II: Crime and Punishment" A pitch-black, lightless night shrouded the Graveyard. From time to time, a few red-eyed crows flew over and perched upon the tombstones. Qi Si sat leaning against a small burial mound, fiddling with a skeletal arm he had just pulled out as if holding a freshly picked bunch of Ghost Pipes. One by one, skeletal claws burst from the earth like grass sprouts,…-
5.1 M • Ongoing
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Crises emerged one after another, rules were riddled with traps, and experience didn't necessarily work. In the face of death, everyone was equal; there was no distinction between newcomers and veterans. The conversation between Qi Si and Lu Li brought the hidden horrors into the light. With just a bit of association, one could think: if even players of that level died inexplicably, what about the others? Triggering the minimum death toll mechanism was undoubtedly the…
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5.1 M • Ongoing
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Du Xiaoyu stood at the well, counting the seconds in his head while holding the pulley wrapped in hemp rope, ready to pull it up at the first sign of trouble. 'Qi Si better come up. I've already offended that kid Shang Qingbei; if only two of us are left, heaven knows how he'll deal with me...' Du Xiaoyu muttered to himself, and estimating that enough time had passed, he hurriedly turned the pulley, winding the rope back up loop by loop while chanting, "God and Buddha protect me,…
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5.1 M • Ongoing
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Qi Si narrowed his eyes. After the "Carnivore" instance ended, seeing the "No Survivors" achievement, he knew Lin Chen might not be dead. But he truly didn't expect this guy to live until now, surviving the third instance with a death rate as high as 80% and becoming a formal player. A guy who strictly adhered to stupid kindness, a university student who was as clear and stupid as could be—how on earth did he survive in instances fraught with…
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5.1 M • Ongoing
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On the fourth floor of Red Maple Boarding School, the skeleton in the room was still tirelessly singing incomprehensible, irritating songs. The treatment plan for “insomnia syndrome” was very clear: by using the remnants of two deceased individuals to create a potion, exactly one person could be saved. But in practice, two deaths were far from enough. The antidote required soil, mushrooms, yellow butterflies, and yellow flowers. Soil and mushrooms could not be obtained from a single…
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5.1 M • Ongoing
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Outside Pianguan City, on Yan Hui Mountain. Inside a mountain cave, over twenty dried corpses drained of blood were scattered across the ground. A young man in his twenties sat cross-legged in the center of the corpses, surrounded by a dense blood mist. The young man wore a blood-red robe, had natural silver hair, and a handsome yet eerie appearance. A slightly curved red mark, resembling a vertical eye, sat between his brows. This person was none other than Feng Xieyun, one of…-
1.4 M • Ongoing
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The nineteenth day of the twelfth lunar month. After days of gloom, at the beginning of the sishi hour, scattered snowflakes began to fall. Prince Lanyangs Estate, in mourning, showed no festive atmosphere of the approaching New Year. Or rather, even if there was joy in their hearts, it had to be secretly hidden to avoid violating the rites. Outside the estate gate, however, it was a scene of bustling activity. Several thick-walled carriages were parked at the foot of the stone steps, and maids…-
1.0 M • Ongoing
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"Cheng Ping'an... Cheng Ping... Cheng An..." A soul-calling whisper came from above, indistinguishable, like a mix of male, female, old, and young voices, all calling out the same name. At first listen, it sounded like "Cheng Ping'an," but a closer listen revealed it to be a reverberation of the two names, "Cheng Ping" and "Cheng An." Yet, due to the similar intonation and tone, it forcefully gave the illusion of calling the same person. "Drip, drop..." Amidst the human voices, there…
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5.1 M • Ongoing
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The warm evening breeze passing through the mortal world became a bit more chilly as it traveled through the valley. Perhaps it was because of the cool mountain night, or perhaps it was due to the scent of blood permeating the air. "Oh my, how did things turn out like this? Oh my, it hasn't been easy for us to come all this way, oh my..." With the door as the dividing line, on one side were Ding Suian and Zhao Yan, and on the other were Huang, Gao, Li, and Li Baicheng. Lin…
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1.0 M • Ongoing
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When individual and collective are set on opposite ends of the scale, the choice of sacrifice or salvation has long been decided by others. — Volume IV: Alone and Together The night was moonless; only a few stars hung overhead, a cluster of ghostly green fire floated before him. Fog bound the mountain forest; pale smoke coiled among forked branches, blurring the farther shadows of wandering Ghosts. Lin Chen opened his eyes and saw a mirror, glimmering silver in the thick night,…
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5.1 M • Ongoing
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