Author: Makino Wenge
DISCLAIMER:- All credits to the original author!!!
Chapters:- 130 and extras
Serial article "The Group's Favorite Beauty [Holographic]"
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Lan Yan originally thought that he unfortunately died young, but when he woke up, he found that he had entered an interstellar explosion holographic immortality game called "Spiritual Realm",
System: Please upgrade as soon as possible and make money as soon as possible, otherwise...
Lan Yan: Otherwise, don't tell me that you will die if you don't make money. The plot is too cliche.
System: Yes, you will die. Your body outside the game will be extubated and thrown out of the treatment room and die because it cannot afford the treatment fee.
After joining the sect as a disciple, Lan Yan got NPC senior brothers and sisters and a head master.
By coincidence, the senior brothers and sisters were the test accounts of his former colleagues in the planning team, and the head master was his own son who used his appearance as a model!
Lan Yan: The cabbage field is yellow, and I am in tatters and have no food.
The irritable senior brother & the cold senior sister: Take the high-end equipment! One million spiritual stones, take it!
Lan Yan: The wind is rustling and the water is cold. If you don't have money for medical treatment, you have to finish playing.
Master: A spiritual vein, take it!
--Jiang Feng is the youngest marshal in the history of the empire, but he can no longer go to the battlefield due to mental breakdown, so he accepted the task of entering a holographic game called "Spiritual Realm" to train the combat consciousness of the special forces.
One day, when Jiang Feng was going to book a book, he saw a street vendor.
The vendor looked very pitiful as if he hadn't eaten for several days.
With a wave of his hand, he bought everything on the vendor's stand. Because the hawker is good-looking [sure]
After an apocalyptic event that thrusts the world into a new ice age, Calestia - a 17-year-old girl with a strong will - must learn to survive on a land infested with gangs, guns, and distrust.
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Nobody knows what day it is anymore. Nobody knows the month, the day of the week...and the only way to tell time is by the slight change in the color of the sky from grey to black every twenty-four hours. If a day even is twenty-four hours anymore. The planet is dead. The people are dead. Snow falls down upon piles of bodies like the ash of a volcanic eruption. Except, the snow doesn't stop. It never does. It continues to fall and fall until you wonder if it is even possible for another flake to come down and land silently in your hair. But it does. They do. There are few survivors of what the remaining have started to call the end of the world. The Apocalypse. Few who are still brave or scared of death enough to face the torture that is living. I am one of those survivors.
Book One of the Snow Series
Highest ranking: #3 in Sci-Fi
Watty's Shortlisted