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The Doll Game

The Doll Game

Title: ไปŠๅคฉไนŸๆฒ’่ฎŠๆˆ็Žฉๅถๅ‘ข

Also Known As: Jin Tian Ye Mei Bian Cheng Wan Ou Ne; Today I Didn't Turn Into a Doll Either

Author: ่Šฑ่Šฑไบ† (Hua Hua Le) 

Genre: Drama, Sci-Fi, Supernatural

Country of Origin: China

Synopsis:

When the world transforms into a game map, humans begin turning into dolls one after another.


At first, Bai Youwei thought it was merely a prank played by aliens—until she was dragged into a glowing mist, and a crisp, mechanical voice chimed:


Ding! Welcome to the Doll Game! The rules of this game are as follows:

1. Refuse to play, and you turn into a doll!

2. Fail the game, and you turn into a doll!

3. Clear the game, and your reward is a doll!


Trembling with fear, Bai Youwei threw herself into Shen Mo's arms: "I'm scared! I'm just a delicate young girl who can't even bind a chicken—I don't even have a single abs muscle!"


Shen Mo pulled her small hand over and placed it on his abdomen: "Now you have six."


Game System: "Warning! Warning! Please respect the game and focus on clearing levels—no falling in love!"


(Note: The female lead is disabled in the early stages, but her legs will recover later. 1V1, Happy Ending, Infinite Flow Survival Game.)

Chapter List:

Chapter 1

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