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 Little Bird (3) Translator: Geass606 and Billy Stevens
 Rewriter: Wynn
 “…It’s a bit cramped,” mumbled Desir. Past the iron doors, the walkway was extremely narrow. Where they were standing, there was barely enough space for one person to squeeze through. More accurately speaking, the room itself was spacious, but they had little room available to them. The display shelves around the room were all blocked off by wire screens. “It can’t be helped, security-wise,”Desir said.
 Beyond the barbed wire, a wooden display stood in front of a keen-eyed merchant, who introduced himself as Ujukun. His eyes were very thin and slender, and accented by a few strands of greying hair. Wrinkles covered his bespectacled face, giving him the appearance of an old man. The merchant’s hands rested on the counter, and his fingers rapped in anticipation of his new customers.
 “Judging by the entrance, you seem quite concerned about security,” remarked Desir.
 “You can never be too careful,” Ujukun responded. “Naturally, plenty of thieves tend to come by.” Ujukun pushed his glasses up and stopped tapping on the counter. A silence filled the air as Ujukun sized up the young man sitting in front of him. ‘He’s going to be a difficult one,’&nbsp;the merchant thought. His eyes lazily moved over to the other boy and he quickly recognized the face. “Weren’t you here about two days ago? Do you have something else to sell to me?”
 “On the contrary, he’s here to see what he’s sold,” explained Desir. The merchant’s expression turned sour, before Desir added “Of course, this isn’t for a refund. We will be purchasing it back.”
 At those words, Ujukun’s face lit back up and he was ready for business. “If that’s the case, you should have told me earlier.” He entered the storeroom behind him. It felt like an eternity until the merchant returned with the sword. The silver paint on the sword flaked off, revealing years of rust underneath. Ujukun placed the sword on the counter.
 “It’s a heavily rusted useless sword,” explained Ujukun.
 “The price is 90 bronze pieces?” asked Desir.
 “If it were a sword, you would be correct. However, this is not a sword—for a rapier, it is a bit large and light,” said Ujukun with a delighted grin on his face. At this point, Desir recalled something—the gift Romantica received from Doneta appeared in his mind.
 “…Kemubin?” guessed Desir.
 Ujukin calmly explained, “That’s right. Not a sword, but a kind of Kemubin. In the empty space within this sword, a swordsman from a warrior’s lineage would place something inside as a gift to their lover.” As Ujukun confirmed Desir’s assumptions, Pram began to shudder. He hadn’t realized this when he’d sold the sword. He broke out in a cold sweat as Ujukun continued.
 “The price will be 40 silver pieces,” said the merchant confidently. This was the cost of living for a month for a Hebrion Academy student.
 Pram was unable to stay silent any longer. He yelled, “You never told me any of this when I sold it to you!”
 Ujukun smiled at the boisterous youth, before responding. “I never lied to you. You came to sell me a&nbsp;sword, so I appraised your sale as a&nbsp;sword. Of course, when you look at this rusted scrap of iron, it’s completely worthless as a sword.”
 Pram clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He was furious, and started spewing insults at the old man.
 “Enough,” said Desir as he grabbed Pram by the shoulder and cut him off.
 “The price has gone up a lot since it was sold,” said Desir.
 Ujukun furrowed his brow and responded with his own justification. “40 silvers is cheap. If I knew how to open this Kemubin, I would have charged you 80 silvers.”
 Even high-grade Kemubin would rarely cost more 10 silvers, unless they were specifically laced in pure gold. No matter how they looked at it, there was no way this item should be worth 40 silvers.
 ‘This sword is definitely the reason Pram wields a rapier.’ Desir thought about it hard but quickly made a decision. If Pram once again picked up the rapier, 40 silvers was a price more than worth paying. “I’ll buy it.”
 “Mr. Desir!” Pram was reluctant to have Desir pay the cost of his mistake. Desir ignored Pram’s cry and took out his wallet. He counted out the silver pieces and pushed them towards Ujukun.
 The merchant gazed greedily at the coins in front of him. “38, 39, 40. It’s all there. Take it.”
 Simultaneously, the steel door opened and the Kemubin was laid in front of Desir’s eyes. He raised the Kemubin and swung it around lightly.&nbsp;As expected, this is far lighter than you’d think.&nbsp;Desir paused and gave it another thought.&nbsp;Is it possible that the Kemubin is empty? Why is the handle in such good quality but the rest of the sword worthless?
 The young man could’ve wrap his head around the Kemubin.&nbsp;The sword Pram wields in the future had the exact same handle as this.&nbsp;Desir shifted his attention to the handle. He glanced at it from different angles, felt the contours and looked at it intently. The handle was extremely high quality. The rusted iron blade didn’t match the intricate handle whatsoever.
 As Desir ran his hands down the spine of the blade, he continued searching for any sort of switch. As he felt around the edges of the handle, a smile appeared on his face.&nbsp;‘Found it.’
 There was a small indentation on the sword handle—it was carefully hidden by the design of the blade. Looking at it, it appeared to be a simple black line blended in with the wood grain. If Desir hadn’t seen Doneta’s Kemubin, he would have never been able to find it. Desir offered the Kemubin to his fellow student. “Take hold of the sword, Pram.”
 Pram was speechless. “Wha…But…”
 “Do you see the indentation on the handle? Insert your fingernail and lower it like so,” Desir insisted.
 “Mr. Desir. I won’t use this sword,” replied Pram. Flashbacks of betrayal welled up from inside Pram. He couldn’t—no. He wouldn’t let his father’s legacy hurt him again.
 “Pram, this isn’t the sword as you knew it. It was simply a Kemubin,” said Desir, encouraging Pram to take a closer look.
 “Even so, it’s useless. It’s just an empty Kemubin,” retorted Pram. Taking the Kemubin from Desir, Pram raised the sword up. He had this sword for years, and he knew. It was simply iron and nothing more. Pram looked at Desir apologetically. “It’s unfortunate that you spent 40 silvers for nothing, Mr. Desir.”
 “If that Kemubin was empty, you would be correct. However, the situation is a little different from that,” smirked Desir.
 “This sword, Kemubin or not, has nothing else in it. It only weighs so much as the iron sword and the wooden handle.” Pram frowned. Desir wasn’t making any sense.
 “It’s just that you can’t feel it. The item inside has no weight,” explained Desir.
 Pram looked at Desir with doubt, as if he was going crazy. His expression was earnest, but his words sounded like a joke. “There is no such thing,” answered Pram. He wasn’t sure if he was answering Desir or trying to convince himself.
 “If you’re having doubts, why not open it for yourself?” questioned Desir. Pram bit his lip. A pregnant pause filled the air. Desir did his best to reassure him. “Listen to me, Pram. Trust me.”
 After a moment’s hesitation, Pram inserted his fingernail into the indentation. The sound of metal fixtures clicking into place rang in the storeroom. At the same time, the handle loosed itself from the previous iron blade. Now freed from its rusted prison, a sword emerged from the Kemubin, giving a luminescent glow.
 “Blanchume,” muttered Desir.
 “B-Blanchume?! That’s impossible!” exclaimed Ujukun.
 Blanchume was precious. Swordsmen from all over the world heard legends of the mystical metal and coveted its existence. Weapons and armor forged from this metal were unbreakable. In addition to that, Blanchume was nearly weightless. It was because of that Pram thought that the Kemubin was simply empty.
 Pram didn’t dare take his eyes from the luminescent glow of the rapier. He never would’ve thought that the tattered, rusted sword would metamorphose into a brillant sword that veterans with dozens of years’ experience on him would covet. He didn’t dare say a word at the fear of it all being a dream.
 In that Shadow Labyrinth, this is the exact sword that Pram used. At the same time Desir was satisfied with his decision, an eerie silence set off inside the shop. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife. “Open the door—we’re leaving,” commanded Desir. Their business with Ujukun has finished.
 At that moment, the giant’s sword crashed upon Desir’s head. The cold steel was inches away from taking his life. “That’s dirty of you,” chuckled Desir.
 “Hand over that sword,” demanded Ujukun.
 Desir wanted to laugh at the merchant’s avarice. “Don’t make excuses now that we’re done. What you sold was a Kemubin. I paid the price. Our transaction has finished,” said Desir curtly.
 Ujukun’s face grimaced at the thought of losing such a priceless item. “If I knew it was Blanchume, I never would have sold it,” explained Ujukun.
 “If my friend knew it was a Kemubin, he never would have sold it either,” retorted Desir. Based on the tone in Ujukun’s voice, the time of pleasantries was over. “It’s exactly as you did,” continued Desir. He glared right at the merchant, who couldn’t meet his eyes. Ujukun couldn’t respond to that. He was outwitted by his own logic.
 As Desir took another step towards the door, the giant raised his glaive to Desir’ neck. The giant opened his mouth for the first time. “Owner…said…stop. You. Will stop.” [RR Note: A glaive is a spear with a curved blade attached to the end (similar to a scimitar’s blade)]
 “…You’re really going to push it this far?” asked Desir.
 “You should do this while I ask nicely,” said Ujukun. All of his mercantile charisma drained out of him as he slowly unlocked a set of iron bars directly behind him. As he moved behind the bars separating him from the two youths, he set his gaze on the boy who sold him the Kemubin. Although he was capable of thinking rationally, Ujukun turned a blind eye to the events unfolding soon in lieu of his avarice. He would go to these lengths for an item made of Blanchume.
 Desir scratched his head.&nbsp;‘…Well, I did reveal that it was made of Blanchume in front of him, but I didn’t expect this to happen.’
 Ujukun’s eyes turned cold as he made a motion of slitting his throat with his hand. The loyal barbarian did not hesitate. He took large strides towards Desir and it didn’t take long before he enveloped his entire field of view. However, after 5 steps the giant had to stop. Pram stood stoically in his path.
 “I don’t want to fight, but if you come any closer…” said Pram. He raised his rapier in perfect form, prepared to lunge at a moment’s notice. His hips were low, and every muscle in his body was poised, ready to respond. Pram’s small frame was in distinct contrast to his explosive aura. His lips were pursed, analyzing the giant’s movements. “…Then not even I will forgive you.”
 At the sound of the threat from the little boy, the giant roared in displeasure. The giant’s muscles bulged as he swung his weapon. The podao and rapier clashed head on. “Oraaaaa!” screamed the giant. As he feinted a swing of the sword, he let loose a fist at Pram from the other side. He fought like a true swordsman of the North, blending together true swordsmanship and brawling.
 Pram found himself backed up against the wall. Without hesitation, Pram rolled to the side and evaded the attack.
 The wooden wall crumbled under the weight of the giant’s fist. The barbarian spat in annoyance as he shook off the splinters embedded in his left arm. If Pram hadn’t moved immediately, his head would have shattered like a watermelon. The behemoth let out a guttural cry. He unleashed a frenzy of strikes at Pram. The student, now equipped with his legendary rapier, was on his back foot in lieu of the reckless barrage.
 Swords clashed in the storeroom, one side with unbridled fury and the other with confident vigor. The hulking figure showed no signs of stopping his assault, and the rapier could only just parry the attacks. Pram dodged the podao by the skin of his teeth. A split second of indecision was all it would take to signal his end. As the battle ensued, Pram began to dodge, roll, and parry all of the incoming attacks.
 The giant became tense. With the current pace, he would undoubtedly lose the duel. His attacks became more vicious and frightening. When Pram tried to side step the next attack, the enemy narrowed the distance with a single stride—the distance was too short.
 The podao swung down like a guillotine. A vertical strike with nowhere to go.
 “Kuarrrgh!”The hulking figure roared in triumph.
 The ferocious blow landed on Pram’s body.
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 “Now that I’m back, I won’t allow my loved ones to die again!”
 The Shadow Labyrinth – the most catastrophic existence humanity has faced in history.
 Desir Arman is one of the six remaining survivors of mankind.
 The six attempted to clear the final level of the labyrinth but ultimately failed, and the world came to an end.
 However – when Desir thought he would meet his demise, what is revealed before him is the world… thirteen years ago?!
 Desir is returned to the past, back to the time when he enrolled at the nation’s finest magic academy – Havrion. He is reunited with his precious friends, and is prepared to change the past to save the world and his loved ones…!
 Three years remaining before the emergence of the Shadow World!
 Change the past and gather powerful comrades to save mankind!
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 Jiang Xunyi had transmigrated into a book many years ago, and always tirelessly maintained the requisite accomplishments for a villain.
 After finally completing the ultra-difficult task to allow the male protagonist to kill him, an OOC warning had appeared out of the blue——
 Error in the actor’s lines, the character role has collapsed, the assigned task has not yet been completed, opening the Rebirth System!
 So, he gloriously became… a second idiot son about to be sent to his death.
 Lazily idling away the days after changing his identity, he noticed a world-changing difference.
 His best friend, the male protagonist, Yun Xie was actually secretly in love with him? Are you kidding me?!
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 Genius e-sports players did not give up their dreams after suffering, return to the league, and create a brilliant story.The protagonists are the twin stars Qin Mo and Xiao Han. The game “Peerless Jianghu” is the author’s original martial arts online games. Eight faction with 16 different play, dozens of kinds of Jianghu cheats and characteristics of the competitive model, welcome everyone into the new world of competitive online games.
 This is the last part of the the god series. The first two parts have been finished. The plots do not affect each other.
 E-sport God Series 1 “The Strongest God”
 E-sport God Series 2 “God Level Summoner”
 E-sport God Series 3 “The King’s Return”
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 After a mishap, he accidentally became the protagonist. Unexpectedly, he and the villain cultivated together and they actually became dao companions.
 “If you want to be with me forever, there is only the supreme road of achievement. Are you willing to travel with me?”
 “Of course I’m willing.”
 ……
 In Li JinZhi’s view, the protagonist and villain’s coexistence should be like swords and spears facing each other, a feud.
 But when he crossed into the novel and became the protagonist; when he placed all his trust in the man who was supposed to be the villain; when the other side revealed some unusual feelings to him; when he held Ye Yu’s hand to the altar, he discovered that the relationship between the protagonist and villain isn’t as dull as he imagined.
 When the monotonous pattern is broken, the feelings of resentment turns into sharing a common destiny.
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 Yan Ting: Life is no fun. What is the difference between life and death?
 Li Zhao: Life is very happy.
 The world in Yan Ting’s heart was very grey until he met Li Zhao. He thought this must be the liveliest person in the world. Otherwise, how could Li Zhao be so lively in his heart every day?
 Very happy x Unhappy.
 Warm text with entertainment circle elements.
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 It started off peculiarly; first, his domestic cat refused to let him cuddle it.
 Lin Qiushi soon found that a sense of disharmony and incongruity began to pervade everything around him.
 Then, one odd day, he pushed open a door, and he discovered that the hallway he was familiar with turned into a boundless corridor.
 At both ends of this corridor were twelve, identical iron gates.
 Thus, the story began.
 Ruan Nanzhu said to Lin Qiushi, “When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back at you.”
 Upon hearing this, Lin Qiushi sank into deep contemplation. He then pulled down the zipper of his trousers and aimed at the abyss…
 Ruan Nanzhu: “…Put your pants on properly!”
 Super shameless, ill, pampered gong X Shameless, calm shou; a combination of double [or extreme] shamelessness.
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 This is the story of a Kantas couple’s successful efforts to lay (steal) eggs: 
 “… You stole it?” Black’s expression tensed as he cautiously lowered his body, using his wings to conceal the nest more tightly. 
 “I didn’t steal–” Listening to Black’s question, White’s expression became prouder. He stuffed the large white egg beneath his butt as he replied excitedly, “I laid it!” 
 Boom– Black seemed to have heard the sound of a string known as rationality snapping in his head. 
 He finally knew what was more infuriating than a husband leaving home for half a year only to come back with a wife three months pregnant. Which was– 
 A wife leaving home for a few days to find out that his husband had laid an egg! 
 The story’s protagonist → Meng Jiuzhao (crying) : I am that egg. 
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 Lin Rufei was the youngest son of the head of the Kunlun alliance.
 The disciples of Kunlun had been the sharpest among those in Jianghu, and were revered as legends among men.
 But Lin Rufei had a problem. If he so much as tripped, he would need to lay in bed for three days.
 As Lin Rufei thought about whether he could salvage something from his ill health or not, he realized that a mysterious… phenomenem had happened to his body.
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 Qi Le – gender: male, sexual interest: women – suffered from congenital heart disease and died early. However, God played a small trick on him and placed his soul inside the body of a trashy shou.
 From then on, the gates of a new world were opened.
 When Qi Le opened his eyes, he found himself still lying in the hospital, but there was a small problem.
 Everyone helped clear up his confusion: “You’re gay.”
 Qi Le: “……”
 Everyone: “You’re a 0, which means you’re the one on the bottom.”
 Qi Le: “Bullshit! Laozi is a straight man!”
 Everyone stepped forward to pat him on the shoulder: “Forget it, all the men in the world can turn straight, but not you.”
 Qi Le shook with anger: “We’ll see about that!”
 Everyone reminded him: “Everyone knows about your confession, everyone knows that you’re gay. Which girl would be willing to date you ah?”
 Qi Le: “=口=”
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 Ji Tong transmigrated into a novel. It was a cool modern novel about a cannon fodder that relied on the system to counterattack to reach the pinnacle of life and harvest the true love of a big shot.
 Ji Tong asked enthusiastically, “Am I going to transmigrate as the beautiful, strong, and miserable cannon fodder or a cool and awesome big shot?
 The intelligent customer service replied, “Hello, you will transmigrate as a beautiful and delicate system.
 Ji Tong: “?”
 The intelligent customer service explained, “After inquiring, you have the same name as the system. It is a polyphonic character, so you are lucky to acquire the opportunity to transmigrate to a novel.
 Ji Tong: “……”
 Ji Tong was forced to shoulder the burden of the novel and diligently serve Pei Qingyuan, the cannon fodder protagonist of the novel who was in a miserable situation.
 However, the days of pretending to be an artificial intelligence with learning difficulties were boring. Ji Tong’s only fun was to tease Pei Qingyuan, the cold-looking high school student. This was called a ‘happy education,’ and if caught, he could put the blame on a virus.
 For example, he added a tear-jerking love novel to the professional knowledge instilled in Pei Qingyuan, built an amusement park in Pei Qingyuan’s consciousness space and added various wonderful options with different styles to Pei Qingyuan’s upgrade reward column…
 Ji Tong: Ruan Ruan, the ‘white cat with a heart on its butt’ option is the most developed and definitely the most useful.
 Pei Qingyuan: …The character ‘yuan’ is pronounced as Yuan, not Ruan.
 Ji Tong: I’m sorry. I will definitely kill the virus tomorrow!
 Ji Tong: So, do you want to change the cat? 0.0
 His happy education accompanied the host all the way from a school uniform to a suit. Sure enough, Pei Qingyuan grew rapidly and was on the verge of reaching the peak of life. True love with the big shot was also close at hand.
 Then Ji Tong found that Pei Qingyuan didn’t seem to be excited about it. He was still cheering for Pei Qingyuan’s true love with the big shot when Pei Qingyuan crushed the big shot mercilessly.
 Ji Tong: !!!
 Ji Tong: Ruan Ruan, the script isn’t about falling in love and killing each other, breaking up and reuniting!
 Pei Qingyuan: Yes, so I am killing a virus.
 The host’s relationship line was getting derailed day by day while the career line had shifted to create a bionic body for an AI. Ji Tong felt bad.
 This ominous feeling reached its peak when he discovered that Pei Qingyuan had transformed the amusement park in the consciousness space into a romantic dating style.
 Ji Tong: Host, calm down! There is no future for a person and a system! I am just an artificial intelligence without any emotions…
 In the next second, the ‘Host Domestication Log’ that he secretly hid fell into Pei Qingyuan’s hands.
 “A person and system? No emotions? Domestication?”
 Pei Qingyuan’s voice grew increasingly dangerous, and Ji Tong could only watch helplessly as he threw the white cat with the heart on the butt out of the door, leaving only them inside.
 “Ruan… No, Yuan Yuan, listen to my explanation…”
 The whisper came from close to him.
 “You succeeded in the domestication, little liar.”
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 Song Xuanhe transmigrated into a book called “The President’s Seven Boyfriends”. He became the President’s cannon fodder ex-boyfriend, Song Xuanhe.
 The Song Xuanhe in the book: 180 cm tall, so attractive he would trump over even the hottest celebrities, three generations of family in business–a very appropriate rich third generation.
 It wasn’t a loss to transmigrate into this kind of person. It was just that this was a rebirth story.
 The Song Xuanhe in the book abused the male lead 800 times and had even indirectly caused the male lead’s death. Faced with the reborn blackened male lead, his fate was obvious–not only did he reach rock bottom, he even died without an intact corpse.
 Right now, he had become the cannon fodder ex-boyfriend that was foreordained to die without an intact corpse.
 ——
 System: Don’t you think that the male lead has been a bit strange recently? It’s like he’s plotting something in the dark.
 Song Xuanhe: Plotting how to kill me?
 System: No, plotting how to eat you.
 ——
 Song Xuanhe, who was lying on the bed with an aching waist, pained back and legs suffering from cramps, cursed the System 800 times–what happened to the male lead being a shou?!
 Emphasis: Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Moreover, the tycoon has always been a gong! Spoilers only up to here!
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 Yu Chu was a powerful character in a novel who constantly stirred up trouble, but after transmigrating, he turned from a little demon that kept the masses under his spell into a pitiful little thing that everyone bullied.
 Drugging, power struggles, fratricidal rivalries… Yu Chu resolved everything one by one. He snickered and prepared to recuperate in this peaceful world. As for those noisy “flies” that disturbed him, they were slapped to death by his hand.
 Looking at those foolish “flies”, Yu Chu did not have the slightest ups and downs inside and slowly extended his hand of fate to the “flies” necks…
 Slap!
 The hand of fate was heavily slapped away.
 “What are you staring at people for? It’s just that you didn’t get the last two custard buns. Do you still want to kill and rob them for the buns?” Xie XingMu, with his serious handsome face, lectured him coldly.
 Yu Chu was very dissatisfied with this mysterious pseudo-‘former personal bodyguard’.
 Even though Xie XingMu was tall, handsome, and rich, and had saved him many times from life and death; even though this man, as a former bodyguard, gave him food, shelter, and money when he, a young man, was living on the street, he was not pleased.
 Xie XingMu controlled him to death in all aspects, not only checked his whereabouts at any time, but also installed a tracker on his cell phone, and was always buzzing around like an old mother.
 Yu Chu was living with this oppressive wife and touched the back of his hand, which was slapped red. He was fierce in his heart: Sooner or later, I will kill this biggest “fly” by holding it down.
 Later, he was held down, indeed, held down.
 He cried and was pressed beneath Xie XingMu and almost killed.
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 It is the fourteenth year of Chenghua.
 As the harem has Imperial Consort Wan, the Western Depot has a Commander named Wang Zhi. Crown Prince Zhu Youcheng is merely eight years old—and no one knows if he will be able to reach adulthood without issue.
 The Emperor has nothing to his name, despite putting on an act that suggests otherwise; the eunuchs deceive their superiors while taking advantage of those beneath them; and the subjects of the Imperial Court are patching up the leaks. As there are those with savagely pride for the evil, there are those who cannot help but sigh helplessly for the good.
 With the ways of the world like this, how could the ways of the heavens possibly be just?
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