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Douluo: They Go Wild with Cheats After Reading My Diary

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Get completed english translated version on my patreon shop: https://www.patreon.com/cw/UIGOD_Official Su Chen transmigrated to the Douluo Continent and activated a golden finger that made him stronger just by writing a diary. Right from the start, he received a critical reward: Threefold Returning Vital Qi + a Hundred Years of Cultivation + Martial Soul Evolution. On this very day... Bibi Dong, Hu Liena, Qian Renxue, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong… all discovered a unique [Diary Instance]. Within it, they saw their own fates—and even more absurdly, they received generous rewards from it! As the diary continued to update day by day, the three love-brained ladies of the Spirit Hall awakened and began madly farming rewards, torturing Tang San, and putting Yu Xiaogang in his place. The gears of fate began to turn. Everyone started enjoying their cheat-code lives—except Tang San and his crew, who were mentally broken. Spirit Master Tournament. Tang San looked at the contestants on the stage. Every single one of them was a Titled Douluo, all sporting 100,000-year spirit rings, and his father Tang Hao was being beaten like a dog. Tang San: "Back when I was fifteen, I stood on the tournament stage like a small fry. I swore through tears that one day, everyone would see me!" Later, after painstakingly becoming a god and finally obtaining 100,000-year spirit rings himself, he found out that those Titled Douluo from before had already become gods, and all upgraded their setups to a full set of million-year spirit rings. Tang San: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river… My cheat just isn’t as OP as theirs. Let the dead rest in peace!" Yu Xiaogang: "Su Chen is a good man. In order to help me and Er Long's great love, he successfully had me castrated. But... Er Long... please come back!" Available now on my Patreon Shop: Complete PDF of this fan-fic on my Patreon shop if you want to support and own the full fan-fic in one go. Just grab the PDF and binge the entire story from start to finish! ( patreon.com/UIGOD ).
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I'M NOT THE NAMELESS ONE

For longer than he can remember, Ifrit has wandered through countless timelines, shattered realities, and impossible universes. He has witnessed the rise and fall of gods. He has watched civilizations burn, be reborn, and vanish without a trace. He has buried friends whose names even history forgot. He has seen lovers swear eternal devotion, only to become passing memories in the endless flow of existence. At some point, he stopped counting his age. At some point, he stopped searching for answers. Yet one question continues to follow him across every reality: What am I? In a multiverse governed by timelines, concepts, divine laws, and the mysterious World Clock, there exists a forbidden truth hidden from gods and mortals alike. A truth so terrifying that entire pantheons erased themselves rather than remember it. The truth of The Nameless One. When ancient seals begin to break and forgotten timelines awaken, Ifrit finds himself at the center of a cosmic conflict older than existence itself. Gods fear him. Concepts reject him. Reality struggles to define him. Because Ifrit is the only being who exists across all realities without another version of himself. As the boundaries between universes collapse and the First War threatens to begin anew, Ifrit must uncover the secret buried within his own existence. But the closer he gets to the answer, the more horrifying the truth becomes. For Ifrit is not searching for the Nameless One. The Nameless One may be searching for him. And if he ever remembers the forgotten truth hidden beyond gods, beyond time, and beyond existence itself... Reality may be forced to decide what it truly is for the very first time. "I have crossed infinite worlds, buried countless memories, and outlived civilizations beyond number." "But after all this time..." "I still don't know what I am." I'M NOT THE NAMELESS ONE A Chronofantasy Novel by ZIAYI
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I Left Being a Hero to Farm

Philantria. The world where the strongest rule over it. Non-stop battles everywhere.  Kingdoms taking over kingdoms. Bloodbath after bloodbath. War has defined this world. And the only man renowned as the Hero of Philantria, Crescentine Fleur, has been in these wars since he was 12. Now at 20. Eight years of fighting on the frontlines, where the people called him a Hero, Kings called him a weapon, and the soldiers called him a legend. It was tiring. Crescentine had lost the reason to be the Hero the people needed, if all he was ever required to do was kill. Then one day, he simply vanished. Not because he wanted to... But the rulers' betrayal has opened the doors for his disappearance. His armor and sword were left behind at the last battle between the 4 kingdoms and the empire. His hero insignia was on the ground, abandoned. As they rejoice the death of the so-called hero. Leaving them blind of the truth. Where did the hero go after? Why did he leave? And perhaps because of his absence, the kingdoms and the empire were pushed into a treaty, to stop the very battles that made their hero a weapon. Where did Crescentine Fleur go? ....Farming.  On the furthest edge of the Kingdom of Amlada. A small village the government had long neglected. Somewhere the rulers would never think to search. Crescentine Fleur was gone. And Leigh the farmer? Planting his first crops. While also using his hidden memories of a past life nobody knew... That's something no one would ever believe.
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