MachineSamurai9124
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29.9 M
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It wasn't until the reporters had completely left that Sirian finally put down his boiling sword. Sitting back at his empty workstation in the busy City Guard Bureau, Sirian seemed particularly idle. There really wasn't much Sirian could do. Ever since he joined the City Guard Bureau, Sirian had been constantly fighting and killing. The few lines he had written were merely signatures on autopsy reports. Sirian's face was calm, but his heart was in…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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When Elton groggily opened his eyes, it was already afternoon. He lay huddled in his messy bed, an unstoppable ache spreading throughout his body, and a harsh static noise echoed in his mind, like a broken phonograph singing hoarsely. “Ha… ha…” Cold sweat seeped into Elton's eyes, stinging his face into a grimace. After struggling in pain for a while, Elton thumped to the ground, curling up and groaning continuously. After a long time, Elton finally…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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A prolonged silence enveloped the conference room. Rolf remained speechless, lost in thought, while Dekar waited patiently, his face expressionless. The atmosphere grew oppressive and stifling; even the hushed whispers of the councilors outside the door faded away. Everyone was waiting. Waiting for the true victor of this war of words to emerge. Likewise, everyone was also anticipating. Initially, Rolf and Dekar could communicate calmly, but by now, it had escalated…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The sunlight was bright and brilliant, falling on Rolf’s face, yet it couldn’t illuminate the gloom between his brows. “He’er City…” Rolf looked towards the towering giant spire that reached into the clouds. After a night of burning, the beacon array at the top of the spire had already gone dormant, but the terrifying heat was still cooling, transforming into waves of heat that assailed downwards from the spire's peak. It washed over the rust-stained spire body,…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sirian laboriously dragged the body ashore. Bruce circled it, sniffing with his nose. "Something's wrong. The cause of death for this body isn't sword wounds or high temperature." Bruce and Sirian had teamed up to kill everyone. Under the penetration and burning of soul marrow bullets, the Spawn of Evil had left hardly any complete corpses, and the ordinary people who worshipped Abominations had turned to ash. "This body was killed by the Claws of…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Thousands of hyphae converged into a pale tide, colliding head-on with the rapidly approaching figure. "Gugu..." Amidst strange bird cries, a flaming sword suddenly appeared, sweeping away large swathes of ash. The man stared at the rapidly approaching figure, disbelievingly saying, "Reverse Falcon..." The Evil Claws had been deeply rooted in Heer City for many years; how could he not know the legend of Reverse Falcon? In fact, in the past, they had clashed…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Elton had recently hit rock bottom. Few people knew that while Elton worked at the City Guard Bureau, he was also secretly a radio host. Unfortunately, after several years of operation, Elton's audience remained sparse. Due to the busy schedule at the City Guard Bureau and his personal lack of inspiration, even his few remaining listeners were on the verge of leaving. “Since it’s just a hobby anyway, why not give it up completely and focus on…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Dailin lit the night lamp, bare-chested, and lit a cigarette, puffing out smoke. “It stinks.” A woman's lazy groan came from beside him; she pinched Dailin's arm in disgust. “Sorry, sorry.” Dailin quickly extinguished the cigarette and fanned the air. A pair of fair hands reached out and wrapped around Dailin's neck. The woman was about to kiss him, but she frowned when she smelled the lingering cigarette smoke and pushed him away forcefully. The woman…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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“Alright, I’m done with my questions.” Xili’an left the interrogation room. Dailin, smelling the blood in the air, said wearily, “You still did it, didn’t you?” “No, just took a small souvenir.” Xili’an held up a clean tooth, carefully examining it. “Valerie’s oral hygiene is quite good.” “You… never mind.” Dailin gave up trying to understand Xili’an’s way of thinking; saying more would only make things harder for him. “Well, I’m leaving…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Gavin's eyes were deep and profound, fully imprinting Sirian's face into his mind. "Alright, I should go now." Gavin took two steps, then stopped again, bidding farewell. "Looking forward to seeing you next time." "See you next time, Brother Gavin." Sirian saw Brother Gavin off and returned to the interrogation room. Valerie's eyes were vacant, and her body twitched intermittently. Her flesh was as good as new, but the scars on her spirit had spread deep…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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