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Inside the interrogation room, desperate howls came in fits and starts. Valerie lay on the table, exhausted, her body twitching uncontrollably, cold sweat dripping ceaselessly. Tears filled her eyes, blurring her vision, yet she could still discern that her restrained left hand was bloody. Gavin had brutally peeled open Valerie's skin with a knife, exposing muscle and fascia. "Valerie, you're quite remarkable." Gavin twisted open a vial of potion and applied it to the…-
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Dailin observed the woman in the interrogation room through the observation window. The captivating beauty he remembered was gone, replaced by a pitiable wretchedness. Valerie hung her head, her face covered in bruises, blood still dripping from her nose. "You really are something, Sirian," Dailin teased, "To be so ruthless with such a beauty." "Beauty?" Sirian shook his head. "Beauty is a term used to describe human women. When she becomes involved with Chaos,…
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Chapter 67: Desires Beyond the Mundane "Where's Sirian?" Dailin scanned the room. They had arrived at the club together, but Sirian had disappeared in such a short time. "I haven't seen him either." Anya, who was beside him, shook her head. Dailin playfully remarked, "Perhaps he's chatting with some important figure." Anya took a sip of her drink and asked, "Do you still think he's the so-called Imperial Envoy?" Dailin countered, "Otherwise?" "I…
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Luxurious crystal chandeliers hung high, long tables were laden with food and wine, and servants stood around, ready to respond to the guests' needs at any moment. After a cursory glance, Sirian realized that the expenses for this team-building event were not low. Given the City Guard Bureau's nature, they certainly wouldn't be so generous as to spend a fortune entertaining the employees. "Did you guys do this?" Sirian whispered to Meifuni beside him. "Of…
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The Tidal Night's impact on Heer City did not last too long. Two weeks later, the Spirit Artisans had fully repaired the tall walls, and with that, Heer City's curfew also ended. “Ha… overtime is finally over.” Dailin rubbed his bloodshot eyes, slumping tiredly onto his desk. During the curfew, City Guard Bureau staff worked in two shifts, meticulously patrolling the streets and alleys. Even staff members who were injured in the battle against…
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By the time Sirian left Rolf's mansion, it was already afternoon. He took the light rail out of the inner city, and along the way, the citizens' expressions were terrified, anxious, and bewildered. Rolf had banished the Devouring Worm in time, but it still caused some damage to Heer City. A long, narrow crack had appeared on the high wall, extending into the City-state, with collapsed ground and toppled buildings. Citizens were evacuated urgently, and scholars…
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After washing off the blood, Sirian changed into new clothes brought by a clockwork servant and met Rolf, who had also tidied himself up, in the reception room. Rolf's residence seemed luxurious, but apart from a few areas for receiving guests, the other places were filled with various mechanical equipment and parts. There was even a room full of dormant clockwork servants. Sirian couldn't help but think of Bruce; Spirit Artisans all had a consistent lifestyle,…
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"The Celestial Iron Father... forged it himself?" Sirian had never imagined that boiling sword's origin was directly linked to the Celestial Iron Father. Before he could recover from his shock, Rolf continued. "That was long ago, during the Revival Era. The Expeditionary Pioneer assembled his legions, preparing to launch an expedition into the Dark World, but he found that most standard-issue weapons were insufficient to support the Torchbearer's…
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When the first ray of sunlight pierced through the gray mist, Heer City finally welcomed the end of the Tidal Night. The wilderness outside the high walls was a mess; under the Devouring Worm's consumption, huge pits appeared out of nowhere, and even the high walls themselves suffered some damage. A large number of injured were sent to hospitals, and many others completely vanished during the Tidal Night; no one knew if they were devoured by demons or fell into the Spirit…
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The Spirit Artisans of Mech-Corpse Destiny have distinctive combat styles, varying by their affiliated Forging Court. Some Spirit Artisans highly modify their bodies with prosthetics, turning themselves into terrifying killing machines, while others store vast design blueprints in their minds, crafting various weapons and even wearable mechanical armor on the fly to face enemies, adapting to changes in the battlefield. Then there are Spirit Artisans like Rolf, who…
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