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By the time Sirian left the City Guard Bureau checkpoint, it was already dawn. "They held us up for so long," Bruce said, shaking his head as he followed Sirian, "but it's still better than being kicked out." Bruce had been holding it in for too long and babbled on endlessly. Sirian didn't respond. Since leaving the checkpoint, he had been silent, merely walking quickly. Following the directional signs, Sirian climbed onto a rust-stained…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sirian put on the handcuffs; the man named Dailin sat opposite him, his expression stern. After being forced to stop by Dailin, Sirian had no time to observe the true appearance of the Confluence City, He'er, before he was taken by these so-called City Guard Bureau personnel into this interrogation room. After waiting for several hours, Dailin finally pushed open the door and began…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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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…
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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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2.4 M • Ongoing
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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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2.4 M • Ongoing
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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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2.4 M • Ongoing
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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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2.4 M • Ongoing
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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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2.4 M • Ongoing
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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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2.4 M • Ongoing
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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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2.4 M • Ongoing
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