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The scorching sun blazed, and yellow sand filled the sky. The motorcycle bounced along, dry gales carrying grit assailing them, making a clattering sound against the goggles. "Bruce, your driving skills are pretty good." "Of course! I am a Transcendent of Mech-Corpse Destiny; machines are practically an extension of my body." Sirian was sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle, enjoying a rare moment of rest, while a Big White Dog sat in front of him, its two paws resting…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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The motorcycle sped across the wilderness, leaving a long trail of thick smoke behind it. After a long journey, Sirian finally found a sheltered architectural ruin before nightfall. As usual, Sirian skillfully built a bonfire, threw in some soul marrow, and sat quietly by the firelight, awaiting the arrival of night. Big White Dog sat opposite Sirian, its dog face filled with seriousness and solemnity. "First, I can confirm that I am a human being." Big…
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From the day Sirian arrived in this strange world, he understood that life was absurd. In the days that followed, whether it was learning of the existence of demons, embarking on the path of the Transcendent, or the destruction of White Cliff Town, these events repeatedly validated that statement. As for now? Compared to absurd, Sirian felt it was more... preposterous? Big White Dog thrashed and rolled on the ground as if he had been neutered by a…
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Sirian drove into a heavily weathered ruin. Several days had passed since Sirian left White Cliff Town, and he had become skilled at the repeated task of camping. Before the last ray of light vanished from the sky, Sirian lit a bonfire and tossed in some soul marrow. The pure white flame burned quietly, illuminating Sirian's face in the fading gloom. Sirian took a drink of water to moisten his throat and chewed on some jerky; the rough texture felt…
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Sirian didn't leave; he just sat quietly on the steps outside the Armory, all alone. All the thoughts that had been screaming endlessly in Sirian's mind vanished at this moment, replaced by a pure blankness. There were no thoughts, just emptiness, as if Sirian had become a hollow shell without a soul, existing merely like a statue. Many years later, Sirian still couldn't recall how he had endured that afternoon of despair. He only remembered that he remained…
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After a morning of searching, Sirian found no other survivors. Pushing open doors one by one and opening cellars, all he found inside were groups of corrupted demons. Before they could even attack Sirian, the brilliant sunlight burned them to ashes. Ashes, everywhere were ashes. It was impossible to imagine how many people had turned into demons, and how many demons had been incinerated by the sunlight. Their self-immolation set some houses on fire. Sirian tried to put out…
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The Deathbird's corpse shattered into pieces on the ground, its internal source energy reactions fading into silence, and the flames that had ignited gradually extinguished, along with the surging chaotic power that had overflowed, its valve now closed. It was over. Sirian thought to himself. With the Deathbird's death, the surrounding gray fog ceased to boil, and this lightless night finally came to an end. "Teacher, we won." After a moment of daze, Sirian finally…
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The blazing fire-sword cleaved down, tearing through the lingering mist, shattering Tania's uncoalesced Origin Energy, and even splitting her neck, chest, and waist. From the horrific wounds, no blood flowed; only continuously burning flames, as if Tania's body had turned into smoldering wood. Tania's eyes were filled with terror. She raised her broken hand, attempting to block Sirian's advance, but he severed it with a single swing of his sword. The severed arm fell to the ground,…
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Heaven and Earth were swallowed by an impenetrable darkness, and the gale carried a sharp whistle, stirring up a pungent smell of blood, wildly sweeping through every inch of space, making one's skin ache as if countless tiny needles were pricking it. Sirian led his team forward, cleaving a bloody path full of severed limbs and remains with his fire sword. The surviving townspeople nervously followed behind Sirian; even though they tried not to look at the things in the darkness and forget…
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The soul marrow fire incinerated Torun's corpse into a shriveling husk. Sirian strode forward along the path of unextinguished flames. "soul marrow corrupted by Chaos possesses characteristics completely opposite to regular soul marrow; it gathers and strengthens the power of Chaos, and even the heat of fire transforms into a profound cold." Sirian summarized his combat experience in his mind: "Those favored by Chaos also possess a certain ability to chaotify,…
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