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Sirian saw the blooming signal flare in the distance. In his memory, the last time a signal flare exploded over White Cliff Town was several years ago. That night, hordes of demons squeezed a gap in the high wall and invaded White Cliff Town through the shadows between buildings. Nun held the line at the gap all night, not retreating an inch, and the bravely advancing guards swung their swords and fired, shooting down one demon after another. That was still the…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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As Sirian expected, before afternoon, all the townspeople knew about the success of the ritual. A few more days passed, and rumors began to brew and ferment, exaggerated with various embellishments, making Sirian's ritual process sound incredibly miraculous. Sirian didn't mind, continuing his work methodically. In yet another deep night, he ascended the high wall with Tim, swords and guns in hand. "Do you know? The townspeople are all saying you're even stronger than our…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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After a night of slaughter, Sirian returned to the two-story house. Before he even pushed open the door, a waft of fragrance reached him from inside. Sirian stepped into the house and immediately saw Ava bustling about. “Oh, you’re back so early. Was your patrol smooth?” Ava asked with a smile, seeing Sirian return safely. “Smoother than ever.” Sirian pulled out a chair and sat down, exhausted. Even after officially becoming…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Regarding his origins, Sirian had heard countless versions from the townspeople. After filtering out the exaggerations from others' retellings, what was certain was that he had been discovered by Nun among the corpses of a traveling caravan. In the days that followed, Sirian had many speculations about his past. His parents were likely also members of a caravan, traveling between City-states for trade, only to become withered bones in the wilderness. Sirian's memory…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The deep conversation about life ended, and Nun began to speak of White Cliff Town's crisis. "This boundless grey mist is formed by the interweaving of chaos and source energy overflowing from the spirit world, trapped between reality and the spirit world. We call it the Liminal Gray Area." Nun handed Sirian a telescope, and he observed the stars on the earth. "In the night, every point of light represents a City-state. Currently, in the civilized world,…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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"Sirian, I was born in a City-state that has been lost to the Dark World since the Year of Rebellion." Nun gestured into the darkness, estimating its location. "It held out for nearly a century under siege from rebels, Chaos Followers, and demons, until the arrival of the Yang Kui Clan brought relief. During the Yang Kui Clan's period of rest, I joined them and became a member of their expeditionary force." "Among the many rebel forces, there was a clan…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The moment the last ray of sunset vanished beyond the horizon, the Beacon Lighthouse in White Cliff Town ignited, its brilliant light illuminating the land and keeping the emerging gray mist and chaotic creatures at bay. Nun and Sirian ascended the high wall encircling White Cliff Town, following the narrow path beside the Beacon Lighthouse. “Myriad Machine Concordance Institute is bound by different forging courts, the Modian Society has…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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“Ha…ha…” Sirian half-knelt on the ground, large drops of sweat rolling from his nose, intense pain swirling in his mind, his vision blurry. It took nearly a minute for Sirian to calm down, successfully digesting the potion, and the restless high temperature in his body gradually cooled. “Is this… reality?” After recovering, Sirian finally noticed his current situation. Sirian had returned from the Sea of Origin, his consciousness awakening in…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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"Wake up, child, wake up quickly." "This is no place for sleeping." Sirian Soflova stared blankly at the sky. The sky was like a rusted lead plate, gloomy and oppressive, with bright lightning seeping through the clouds, accompanied by an endless rumble. After staring blankly for a good ten seconds, Sirian realized he had survived the bizarre and insane deep sea, having been unconscious for an unknown period before finally surfacing. His arms and legs were spread out casually,…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The quiet by his ears shattered, replaced by the tumultuous roar of the tide. After waking from his dream, Sirian clearly observed that he was in a deep, boundless sea, surrounded by countless ethereal figures encased in cocoons. They were shadowy and indistinct. Sirian gazed at the dense, ethereal figures, barely able to glimpse faces that were distinctly different. Each ethereal figure corresponded to a soul, a mortal living in the present world. They slumbered in the dream…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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