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This Game Is Too Real

Author's message to webnovel readers: Hello everyone, I am Morning Star LL, and I am delighted to meet you all in this way! To be honest, I never imagined that my work would have such a large readership outside China. I was absolutely astonished when my editor told me there were thousands of comments. Before this, my writings were primarily aimed at Chinese readers, and it never crossed my mind that my words would one day be translated into another language. I am both humbled and grateful. I am also extremely honored that my recent work, "This Game is Too Real," has been given the opportunity to reach an international audience. Unlike my previous works, this book is probably the one into which I've invested the most time and effort. It is set in a fictional post-apocalyptic wasteland. The story mainly revolves around a once-thriving civilization that collapses overnight after a disaster. The MC from Earth uses a legacy system to disguise the entire world as a game, leading players on a quest to save civilization. It intertwines the fates of the struggling survivors in the wasteland with mutual redemption, while also uncovering the historical truths buried beneath the dust. This book contains several easter eggs with "Scholar's Advanced Technological System," but mentioning them might spoil the story, so I'll leave it to the readers to discover! Moreover, the overall tone of the book remains cheerful and light-hearted. Despite the world being harsh and full of danger, I believe that even in the darkest moments, the warmth and resilience inherent in humanity will continue to shine brightly, emitting the power to dispel the darkness. It would be my greatest honor if my words resonate with you! And the word "resonate" is also a major clue within the story itself. Thank you! by Morning Star LL —————————————— This game is too freaking realistic! Bricklaying, running errands, picking up trash, delivering parcels... At most, the company lets you experience the hardships of a 996 schedule, but here you can feel the extreme bonus of 007. Alright, enough chit-chat, the great Manager has called me to lay some bricks. That Manager said that as long as we work our livers off, he can get a brand-new set of power armor next month, and then he'll take us to explore a brand new map, picking up even more trash in the vast Wasteland! ... After teleporting to the Waste World, Chu Guang discovered that he had unlocked the "shelter system" and could summon creatures called "players" from a parallel world. From that day on, nothing in the Waste World was normal anymore.
Morning Star LL · 658.9K Views

The Sin Art Kingdom Games

My world called me a monster. A demon. And… they weren’t wrong. My sins alone were enough to kill me. After all, my entire squad was slaughtered… by my own hand. I was supposed to die for it. But they denied me that right. That promise. So when peace was declared, I made them regret it. I brought their kingdom to its knees… starting with their king’s head. They threw me into a cell. To be whipped. Cut. Even Burned. Scarred every inch of my body. Then... I was summoned. Dragged from one world to another, still shackled, my sins exposed for all to see. Now, they too call me a monster. A sinner bound to the Sin Art System. My title? "The Butcher of Mercy." I expected death. I welcomed it. But instead… I met her. Princess Koralei. A royal with no leash in her hand, no fear in her striking silver eyes. She defied her crown and chose me. Me... as her guard in the Kingdom Games. A monster. A killer. Her only chance to survive. I still don’t know what that means. But when I look at her… I see the chains she hides. The scars behind her smile. And for some reason… I want to break them. The Games were never meant to be fair. People like me were never meant to survive them. But if I fight… I fight for her. If I win… I might save her. And if I find who made her bleed? I’ll might just burn their kingdom to the ground… just like the last one. ------------------------------------------------------------ Writing Schedule: Daily (1500 words chaoters)
G3ntleGiant · 3.2K Views

Grind-to-Cash System: Buy SSS Skills to Spam them Infinitely with Cash

"They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.” (Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.) You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing? The MC who never laughs. Never feels. Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence. He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.” He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.” He never flinches, never laughs, never lives — And you call that strength? Funny. Because to me? That’s just a prison in disguise. You see an “alpha.” I see a boy too scared to feel anything real. While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice, I’m already making the Saintess scream, drenched in sin, halo cracked, legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her. And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control. I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh. I didn’t need to dominate her mind — I freed her heart. But that scares people, doesn’t it? Because readers trust the ones who suffer. Who stay quiet. Who kill without blinking and love without showing it. But me? I flirt. I laugh. I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry. I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness. I weaponize mine. Pleasure. Connection. Laughter. That’s my arsenal. And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves, Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems, I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again. You call that luck? Nah. That’s mastery of the three worlds. Because in a world that respects coldness, I came in hot. Where others manipulate, I connect. Where they posture, I play. Where they sacrifice, I seduce. So go ahead. Call me a simp. But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny, I’m the one making goddesses question theirs — with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets. I’m not the hero. Not the villain. I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.
Idiocrat · 117.8K Views
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