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Dense, blood-red tendrils swept over, boiling sword slashed horizontally, and soul marrow burned. Sirian conjured a circle of flames that wrapped around him, incinerating the flesh into ash. But even as the ash dispersed, it was still flesh. Though Sirian was giving his all, he could at most prevent the Mountain of Decay from healing; he couldn't kill it completely. "This chaotic creature... is at least close…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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The City Guard Bureau staff had all heard more or less about Sirian's rumors; he dared to traverse the wilderness alone at a young age, even having enough energy to bring a dog along, and what was more critical, he would chat endlessly with this dog. The staff also learned that in his personal life, Sirian was an extremely boring person: he would go on duty if there was work, attend gatherings if there were any, and wander around Heer City during his holidays. He…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sirian ascended the high wall, his gaze sweeping across the distant wilderness. This was his first time witnessing the entire process of an Origin Energy Tide’s arrival. At the edge of his vision, a thick blackness appeared, indiscriminately staining both sky and earth, like a silent sandstorm completely engulfing Heer City. Starlight faded, the twin moons vanished without a trace, only the Beacon Lighthouse still stood, burning, supporting a dust-free…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Not long after Sirian left, Anya pushed open the office door. “It seems you had a good chat with Sirian. Did you find any clues?” “A little,” Dailin said slowly, stretching lazily. “Anya, the past few times we raided the dark alleys, we came up empty-handed, not even touching the shadows of those Chaos Followers. Yet, Sirian, on his first night patrol in the City-state, swaggered right into their lair.” Anya listened…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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After entrusting Bruce with the work, Sirian sat properly at his desk. Only then did Sirian have time to carefully feel the changes in his body. After slaying his Chaos enemies, Blessing: Wrathful Devourer once again increased Sirian's power, and his soul marrow concentration reached approximately 6.2%. Killing just one Tier 1 Chaos Follower resulted in a 0.2% increase, but Sirian wasn't happy about it; on the contrary, he…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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When Sirian walked out of the archives, Dailin was still quietly guarding the door. "Did you figure it out?" "More or less, I only looked at some key points." Sirian replied, a hint of weariness in his tone. The case files for Reverse Falcon were piled high, and Sirian could only quickly browse through them, finding clues and some—inspiration. Dailin noticed Sirian's unusual demeanor and asked tentatively, "Do you have any…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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“Last night was my first time patrolling the city. I acted according to regulations…” Sirian slowly recounted the events of last night, while cautiously observing the other person. Dekar Quake, the current Director Dekar of the City Guard Bureau. Before meeting him, Sirian had heard countless stories about Dekar from the staff. Director Dekar's gaze was sharp, always unsmiling, and full of mystery; so mysterious that no one in the City…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The giant god, Our Lady of Pity, is the master of the Path of Compassionate Healing, and one of the Six Titans currently in existence. Sirian had read about the existence of this giant god in the public library, but the book did not mention any deeper information about her. Monks of Pain is the collective term for Transcendent on the Path of Compassionate Healing; they are also the most devout followers and servants of Our Lady of Pity. After…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The river water swept Sirian, carrying him along, causing large bruises all over his body. “Ha… ha…” Sirian struggled to get his head out of the water, and before he could take a few deep breaths, he sank down again. After an unknown number of times of rising and sinking, Sirian burst out of the underground pipe and returned to the outside world. It was already dawn, and the twin moons hung high in the sky. Having lived for so many years, Sirian felt for…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sirian raised his jet revolver. The booming gunshots echoed through the dimness, and a gust of wind swept through. Sirian wasn't sure if the soul marrow bullet hit its target, but he saw a scorching fireball ignite at the end of the dim passage. Within a few seconds, the fireball rapidly expanded, causing a thunderous roar. Explosions and burning continued in this narrow area, evaporating the moisture, and the temperature skyrocketed. There was no longer any need to…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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