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Honkai Star Rail: Who Says You Can't Level Up While Lying Down!

Zeig unexpectedly traversed to the Honkai: Star Rail world, and right at the start, he was implanted with a Stellaron by Kafka. "Congratulations to the host for awakening the Slacking System. Slacking makes you stronger!" "There's such a good thing?" Zeig lay down on the spot, leaving Kafka and Silver Wolf dumbfounded. After slacking ended... "Congratulations to the host for obtaining Aeon Emanator-level strength, as well as the true legacy ultimate technique of the Phoenix Immortal!" "No way, it really gives it?!" That day, outside Herta Space Station, a sword tip that obscured the galaxy appeared, slowly descending toward the Doomsday Beast. March 7th stared in astonishment: "Oh my god, what is that?" Welt adjusted his glasses: "It's actually the Taixu Sword God. Who on earth is the one drawing the sword?" Asta's pupils shrank sharply: "How much money would it take for him to stay at the space station? I'll pay double, no problem!" Herta: "Heh, in this laboratory today, once you come, you won't be able to leave. It's not up to you!" Only Zeig remained calm as still water. "Everyone, small scene, no biggie." "By the way." Zeig turned his head, "Did you capture my handsome heroic figure just now? Remember to photoshop it more." Everyone: "......" In order to protect his companions well under the threat of the Aeon of Destruction, Zeig entered ultimate slacking mode. "What's the point of Trailblazing? I haven't finished my happy water yet." "For the inn, I want the most expensive and highest-grade one." "March, where are your snacks? No way, it's only been a few days and I've eaten them all? So little, go buy more." March 7th gritted her teeth and said to everyone on the train: "How about we kick him off the train?" ——
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Warhammer 40k: The Men of Iron Return to the Galaxy

"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have passed, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity’s fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor
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