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 Fan Ning finally understood at this moment.
 Why can’t people in this world come up with anything useful even if they try hard to think of it? They just think it’s good music material.
 Including Professor Anton, and also his original owner before time travel.
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 Just like pop songs, only if you have listened to the song many times, you can immediately recognize it even if you don't listen to the melody, as long as a few chords are played in the intro.
 Their previous research method was indeed to regard them as musical materials, partially intercepting, disassembling, splicing and combining them to facilitate their own creation.
 But as the professor said in his diary, these sound sequences are mixed with another part of "mysterious chords", and the color effect may be a bit weird.
 He still remembered the teacher’s previous advice:
 "This mysterious chord must not be played casually. If you want to try out how it sounds, you must mix it with a large number of other materials, or do not step on the sustain pedal to prevent the sounds from resonating together."
 For example, Fan Ning read out one of the groups: C, F sharp, B, E an octave higher, A an octave higher, D an octave higher...
 The tones in this chord are mostly stacked in pure fourths, augmented fourths, etc., which is completely different from the third structure of conventional chords.
 Fan Ning can probably imagine the sound effect: the colors are cold, empty, and a little weird.
 Even Professor Anton, who has never heard these classical music works, can still find their strangeness, but he just can't figure out why, so he studies hard.
 As for Fan Ning, this will not disturb him even more.
 He closed his eyes, leaned his head against the wall, and thought.
 "Beethoven's "Tempest Sonata"?...Chopin's "Etude on the Black Keys"?...Tchaikovsky's "Fourth Symphony"?..."
 Fan Ning repeatedly tried to figure out the names of these 11 works in his mind, as well as his auditory memory, but he never found any special meaning.
 "Da da da da da da" the sound of the carriage continued to sound.
 When he opened his eyes again, Fan Ning looked at the dense notes and finally caught something!
 These 11 tone series fragments are all recorded in the simplest key, that is, C major or A minor, which are all white keys on the piano.
 But the 11 works hidden behind them must have different tones!
 It is equivalent to when they were recorded as sound series fragments, they were all moved to the simplest key!
 Similar to when singing in KTV, the original song is raised or lowered in key, and all become the same key.
 Why?
 Deliberately erasing the tonal differences between them?
 Tonality…
 Fan Ning's eyes flashed, he took out a small notebook from his inner pocket and unscrewed the pen cap.
 He wrote it again.
 The first one: Beethoven's "Piano Sonata No. 17 "The Tempest"" in D minor.
 Second piece: Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 21 "Dawn" in C major.
 The third piece: Bach's "Goldberg Variations" in G major.
 The fourth piece: Schubert's "Piano Sonata No. 21" in B flat major.
 Piece 5: Mozart's "Clarinet Concerto" in A major
 Sixth: Liszt "Sonata in B minor", B minor
 Piece 7: Shostakovich's "Symphony No. 9" in E flat major
 Piece 8: Chopin's "Etude on the Black Keys" in G flat major
 Sheet 9: Mendel's Song "Violin Concerto", E minor
 Picture 10: Tchaikovsky's "Fourth Symphony", F minor
 Piece 11: Chopin's "Polonaise in A flat major", in A flat major
 "I understand."
 There are only 12 tone names in the world, namely the seven white keys and the five black keys of the piano.
 There are 11 tones corresponding to the 11 works.
 The only thing missing is——
 C sharp! It’s Do sharpened by a semitone!
 Missing, C sharp?
 so what?
 "We've arrived at Lenvan Avenue in East Mecklon, sir." The coachman's voice interrupted Fan Ning's thoughts.
 "Chila, chila, chila..." Fan Ning tore the paper into pieces, crumpled it into a ball, and got out of the car.
 No. 115 Lenvan Avenue, this small simple townhouse is his current residence - the house is not far from the art museum and was once used to provide accommodation for 4-5 art museum employees.
 The air was damp and cold, and the wrought iron patterns on the stair handrails were greasy and gray. Fan Ning climbed the steps step by step, passed through the yellowed posters posted on them, and opened the door to his home.
 It has a living room, a simple kitchen and an underground storage room. Upstairs are two small rooms that can be used as bedrooms, with a separate bathroom. Although the space is not large, it is more than enough for one person to live in today.
 More importantly, in this era when many middle-class people need to rent a house, it belongs entirely to Fanning - the current market valuation is about 500-600 pounds.
 Fan Ning opened the piggy bank on the second floor, added a few shillings to his trouser pocket, and then put on an old but more flexible brown windbreaker.
 Finally, he thought again and put on a tallow candle and a small box of yellow phosphorus matches.
 After finishing preparations, we set off on foot to the Turner Art Museum.
 He walked past the townhouses in this area, through an alleyway of shabby houses, and came to Litchi Street, which runs parallel to Lenvan Avenue.
 This area is the most prosperous area in East Mecklon, with horse-drawn carriages and cars coming in an endless stream, and crowds of people passing by.
 Walk a little further east, pass a bright and neat cafe, and turn in at the animal sculpture.
 A section of narrow alley downhill, more than 300 meters away, he saw the gate of the courtyard and the three-story large building inside.
 The deeper the alley, the darker the light. The iron fence of the yard has long been rusted, and the iron gate is not locked, weakly ajar.
 Fanning reached out and pulled out a disturbing creaking sound, then stepped in.
 In this city filled with industrial waste gas, acid rain and dust, everything is being eroded at a double speed.
 Under his feet are uneven stone bricks, clumps of unknown yellow weeds grow from the gaps, and are in a bleak state. There are also a few piles of messy old things in the corner of the yard.
 The art gallery in front of him no longer has the color he remembers. In the night, the walls of the building are thick gray and black, and the oval windows on the first floor folded in the narrow arch are all locked tightly.
 He walked up the steps, moved the dusty and greasy closure notice rack away, leaned his chest upwards, and opened the heavy brass lock with the key hanging around his neck.
 The smell of decay and mold mixed with dust filled the air.
 The empty guide hall had only a reception desk of unknown color.
 Following his memory, Fanning found an empty lantern behind the table, poured out the dust, replaced it with a tallow candle in his pocket, and lit it with a yellow phosphorus match.
 Then he closed the door and locked it.
 The air here was full of the smell of decay, mold and dust, but there was no tightness in breathing. The vents in the entire building should still be functioning normally.
 It was the hearing that fell into absolute silence and the vision that fell into extreme darkness.
 Except for the faint light of the lantern in his hand, there was a visible distance of several meters.
 Fanning felt that this space was becoming more and more strange and unreal.
 He suddenly felt a little scared and instinctively wanted to turn around and open the door to let in the little light outside.
 But he hesitated rationally and gave up the idea for the sake of caution.
 There was no water supply and lighting here for a long time. In such a large area, there was also an upstairs. What was the point of having a little light source at the door?
 And it was mainly unsafe to open the door.
 After calming down, Fan Ning began to search for the original owner's memories from two or three years ago in the dim light.
 After a while, he suddenly frowned.
 Among the various complex and uncomfortable smells, there seemed to be a faint smell of rot.
 Dead rats? The old and dilapidated bathroom sewer? Or
 Don't scare yourself.
 Fan Ning calmed down, took the lantern and walked, ready to go to the mobile exhibition hall on the first floor first.
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 Coal smoke fills the sky and steam roars endlessly. The world is running as usual, and prosperity is within reach. But the world is ignorant. 
 Only a very few people have penetrated the fog of history, studied taboo knowledge, dismantled secret inspiration, and called on invisible forces. They are called "knowers". 
 The chaos and reality under the filthy appearance of the world gradually become clear from a mysterious concert incident: 
 "Hidden knowledge, shifting surge, phase, ritual vessel, witness master" - this is the extraordinary path of "knowers"; 
 "Inspiration, composition, piano, conducting, symphony" - this is the sacred career of "artists". 
 Two roads, different paths, the same destination. Where the vision goes, the destiny chooses. 
 "The world is full of imperfections, but someone will see the glory in the end." 
 -Contemporary composer, pianist, conductor Carloen van Nin
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 One day, a tower appeared in the skies of all the major cities…
 Humans were suddenly summoned to become “Walkers”, and they needed to clear the tower to save the world.
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 “Floor 77”
 The “Stone of regression” was discovered. Walkers could now “return” to the past. Slowly… everyone left.
 .
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 Humanity’s last hope, “Carpe Diem” was formed, joined by people who refused to abandon the world.
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 The last Walker reached floor 100. He no longer knew what to believe.
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 Praise the Orc! is about Jung Ian, a cafe owner with a dark past, jumping into the world of virtual reality in order to protect his sister from any predators. However, things may not be as simple as he first believed them to be. Witness as he explores the lands of Elder Lord as an orc, a species labeled as the “game creator’s mistake”, defeating any and all before him!
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 Chances? Experience? Resources? 
 They’re all in the virtual universe. 
 So, I just need to silently develop, and sooner or later I will stand on top of the world. 
 ——Su Li 
 Uh, I’m already at the top of the world? 
 Then I’ll set me sights on the whole universe!
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 “I suddenly discovered that this world is dangerous today.” Bai Zhi typed a line on the computer with a serious look.
 “When I went out today, I found some poor guy got bitten by someone on the side of the road. After the few brave guys rushed out to bring the criminal to justice, the person who was bitten also stood up staggeringly, but was immediately beaten to the ground by a sharp-eyed fellow. Then they called the police. Having experienced many modern movies, I already knew what happened. The zombie was taken out before the virus could spread.”
 “Last time it was about the alien invasion being dealt with by a few guys, but this time it was a zombie outbreak?”
 There was a helpless response from the chat box.
 “So how was that dangerous?”
 “There are several girls who are chasing me wanting to split me up! It’s Shuraba, don’t you think it’s dangerous!?”
 “???”
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 Ding Yi, who had inexplicably traveled to another world, became more and more panicked these days. 
 He found that the old couple who kindly adopted him always peeped at him outside the door in the middle of the night. 
 The suppressed excited breathing and swallowing sounds outside the door made Ding Yi have no doubt that the old couple would break in and kill him the next moment. 
 Ding Yi wanted to escape from here, but found that this was the end of the dynasty and evil spirits were everywhere. Ding Yi, who was in despair, suddenly found that he could spend his life to strengthen everything. 
 Consume one month of life, strengthen the wooden board into a sophisticated mechanical crossbow! 
 Consume two months of life, strengthen the pit into a sophisticated trap! 
 All in! All in!! Strengthen this pile of straw paper with villains drawn on it for me!! 
 Strengthening is successful, congratulations on obtaining the martial arts "Eternal Youth Secret"!!
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 Wen Jianyan was a fraudster that was best at deceiving people. 
 One day, he was suddenly forced to become a novice anchor in the Nightmare live broadcast room. 
 Wen Jianyan: “…..” 
 A newcomer became the most-watched anchor because he was too good at deceiving people. 
 He lied to his teammates to deceive the audience and NPCs. He could deceive people as well as ghosts. 
 Sooner or later this guy will overturn! 
 There were more and more spectators who were gloating with schadenfreude, looking forward for that day. 
 But…why was the mission in this live room getting more and more strange? 
 【Senior achor’s side quest: Kiss the evil spirit for 30 seconds】 
 【Reward: Unknown】 
 【Top anchor’s main quest: Undress the evil god for three minutes】 
 【Reward: Unknown】 
 Audience: Oh, the streamer has mastered a new wealth code? Hurry up, there’s something our paying viewers can’t watch! 
 The top boss approached step by step, whispering temptations: 
 “How is it? Selling CP? We can make the fake thing real.” 
 Wen Jianyan: “…..” 
 I’m sorry, I’m very principled, thank you for not deceiving yourself. 
 — Don’t come here!
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 “When everyone scorned me because I was merely a woman, I kept convincing myself: ‘Actually, you can give it a try.’” – Fang Feng Sheng
 …
 There was a famous saying in officialdom: there is no yamen without Shaoxing.
 She was the only descendant of the Fang family, the most prominent family of private advisors in Shaoxing.
 A calamity broke the Fang family apart. Her father was implicated and put to death, and she cut her way through thistles and thorns to prove her name.
 However, walking down this path, she discovered that there were things beyond her imagination.
 ~ ~
 Zong Yue knows that he could marry Fang Feng Sheng because he had blocked all her paths of retreat. But it doesn’t matter—one day, the person will become his, and so will her heart.
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 Everyone believes Lin Zhao Xi’s a genius.
 Only she knows she’s looking back on years of experience in math competitions as a basis to “cheat”.
 Until one day, her idol quietly looks at her.
 * * *
 Time and space overlap, returning thrice.
 — The past can change you.
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 On the server “Altar,” a high-class survival game was officially launched. Survival was the only logic in the human game of alliance, betrayal, and human-natured games of deceit and treachery. After the smoke of gunpowder ends, only the survivors can speak.
 As soon as he opened his eyes, the amnesiac An Wujiu saw a person at his side killed. While in confusion, a floating green typeface appeared before him.
 Variable Name: An Wujiu 
 Attributes: Male, 20 years old 
 Game Rounds: 5 
 Win Rate: 100/100 
 Danger Rank: SSS
 No wonder they were afraid.
 The first time he saw An Wujiu, Shen Ti felt curious. The kindness and fragility in those eyes were not fake, so how could he survive in the Altar? It was until he saw the man had a sudden personality change. He recklessly gambled regardless of the cost, casually estranged people, grew further excited on the verge of death, and even calculated against himself to win. Only then did Shen Ti realize that it was his own cognitive bias.
 Fortunately, he wasn’t a normal person either.
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 System: Host, what is that thing in the sky?
 Shi Sheng: An intergalactic spaceship.
 System: …This is a cultivation world, where did an intergalactic spaceship come from?!
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 System: Host, what are you holding in your hand?
 Shi Sheng: Xuanyuan Sword.
 System: This is an advanced scientific world, where did an ancient divine sword come from?! Wait a moment… Host what are you doing?! Σ(°△°|||)︴
 Shi Sheng: Breaking apart the main couple. ヾ(^▽^*)))
 #MyHostIsTooPowerfulAndLikesToBreakShips#
 Note : ‘shipping’ is the term people use when they want two people to be a couple.
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 How hard is the fairy way!
 Not to mention this immortal world that was completely changed by a plague!
 When mortals are infected with diseases, once the immortals come into contact with them, their cultivation will decrease in light of this, and in severe cases they will return to the heavens, so immortals and mortals will be separated forever;
 Immortals cannot be practiced together, and the entire world of immortality has become a huge dark forest;
 …
 Li Fan came from across the country. Although he had great ambitions, he could only roll around in the mundane world and wasted his life.
 Fortunately, when I was dying, I finally awakened the strange treasure, which can turn the real into the fake, turn the real life into a dream, and return to the time when I first crossed!
 So, Li Fan began his long life!
 In the second life, Li Fan took power over fifty years, but he searched all over the world and found no trace of the immortals. The immortal traces are only seen at the end of life.
 In the third life, Li Fanchen tried his best and made all kinds of plans, but in the end he was no match for the sword of the immortal!
 Fourth generation…
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 I, Li Fan, a mere mortal, have no regrets for a lifetime, but seek longevity!
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 Lord of Mysteries 
 As soon as the traverser opened his eyes, he saw a crazy beauty looking at him with a smile, and in front of him was a bottle of secret prayer potion. 
 If he drank it, he would die later, but if he didn’t drink it, he would die now, so he drank the potion and became [Bridan’s Donkey]. 
 PS1: The original way of this book, the golden finger is the source quality and uniqueness. 
 PS2: The protagonist travels through time similar to Zhou Mingrui.
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